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But what he wasn’t expecting was for Saint to come back quicker than he’d hoped.
He was hoping my captors would flee, where he would surely meet them at a designated spot. The only way he would get away from Saint would be by killing him. This tangled web just doesn’t end.
And I’m about to uncover that in its truest form.
Saint drags me down the stairs and slams the door, revealing a small galley even more claustrophobic than the one I was in earlier.
A single light bulb hangs from the ceiling. The floor was once upon a time a polished wood. There are a small stove and a sink but no tables or chairs. A shabby double mattress covered in faded purple flowers rests on the floor. An archway at the back reveals a toilet and shower. A single silver pole sits dead center.
I gulp.
Saint releases me, pushing me forward as he begins to pace. I don’t know what to do, so I instantly make a beeline for the mattress, but Saint stops me.
“Kneel,” he commands. By the harshness to his tone, I know defying him isn’t an option. So I quickly drop. He continues pacing, while I remain motionless, unsure what he’s going to do.
Beneath the robe, I am sweating profusely, and I want nothing more than to take it off. Our heavy breaths are crashing into one another like two tidal waves, and before long, I’m sure to drown.
“Why?” he questions as he stops pacing, back turned to me. “Why do you continually disobey me?”
“I-I…” I stutter over my words, afraid. “I didn’t want to g-go. I was forced. Kazimir—”
He scoffs in response, refusing to allow me to finish. “Forced?” he mocks, arms folded. “You have no idea what being forced feels like.”
I bite my tongue to stop myself from retaliating because it won’t achieve a thing.
“You know”—he turns slowly—“tonight was the first time I ever saw you scared. No matter what I’ve done, I haven’t been able to trigger that response from you.”
“Why would you want to?” I whisper, not understanding.
“Because…it’s my job to.”
My heart begins to kick against my rib cage as he walks toward me, dangerously slow. He runs his hand over my masked head, examining me. Something between us is about to change.
“Strip.”
He’s asked this of me before, but this time feels different.
After what just happened, shedding myself of this getup is a welcomed comfort, so I slowly remove the niqab, exhaling when the fresh air brushes against my heated flesh. I shake out my hair, freeing it from sticking to the back of my neck. The security of hiding behind a mask is no longer, and I suddenly feel exposed. But Saint waits for me to continue.
I gather up the robe in my hands and slip it off over my head. Another exhale follows. I will never take a breeze pressed up against my body for granted ever again.
My skin instantly breaks out into goose bumps when the light air comes into contact with the sweat beads dotting my flesh. It’s heavenly. I wait for further instruction, but it appears I already have the manual.
“I said strip,” Saint says, while my eyes widen.
“What? No,” I reply, shaking my head firmly. But this isn’t optional. When Saint stands rigid, I sniff, holding back my humiliated tears.
My fingers tremble as I draw the tank over my head and toss it aside. I quickly cover my breasts with my arm. I’m wearing a bra, but regardless, my ample breasts spill over the tops of the cups as the size is too small.
“A????, you’re not done.”
My lower lip quivers as I look up at him, pleading. “Why?”
“I won’t ask again,” he warns, inhaling heavily.
The cross against my throat burns, announcing my sins, but what choice do I have?
With an arm still locked around me, I reach around with the other and unclasp the bra. With great difficulty, as I refuse to remove my arm, I finally maneuver myself out of it, and it drops to the floor with a victorious thud.
