Author's POV//

His hand slid to her hip with a sudden, aggressive grip.

Before she could react, her world flipped.

In one swift movement, he hauled her into the air, her stomach slamming against his shoulder.

A sharp hiss escaped her lips from the sudden contact, but it was drowned out soon by her scream.

“What are you doing?!” she cried, kicking and thrashing. “Put me down!”

Panic surged through her chest as she struggled, fists pounding against his back. “Let me go!” she screamed, her voice cracking with fear.

But his grip only tightened.

Then a slap landed across her ass, sharp and sudden.

The sound echoed in the room like a gunshot.

She winced in shock, a gasp tearing from her throat. Her body went stiff from shock.

His voice was gravel now, dark and dangerous

“Don’t make me punish you more than I already plan to,” he warned, his voice low and lethal.

His tone was like a gun cooked, loaded, and ready to shatter everything in its path.

Her heart thundered against her ribs, climbing to her throat. Fear spread through her limbs like wildfire.

Her struggles slowly died as the truth settled in her bones she was in deep, inescapable trouble.

His grip on her never faltered. Each step he took toward his room was heavy, deliberate, full of intent.

She felt like prey being dragged to the lion’s den.

The door slammed behind them.

A loud click of the lock echoed in the room, like a cruel reminder.

Then he threw her onto the bed, without any mercy.

She bounced against the mattress, breath stolen from the force, eyes wide with dread.

He stood there at the foot of the bed, gaze burning through her like fire.

She crawled backward on the bed, her legs trembling, her mind screaming at her to run but there was nowhere to go. His face… it was different. Covered by something darker. Wilder. More dangerous.

He turned around sharply, his jaw tight, eyes blazing.

“Get up,” he commanded, he had no patience left.

Her body froze for a moment. She didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to obey. But something in his voice… something in his stillness made the fear crawl up her spine.

She slowly slid her legs over the edge of the bed. Her bare feet touched the cold floor, sending a shiver through her body. Her hands gripped her clothes tightly, holding them like a shield. She knew she just knew she had crossed a line and now she is in big trouble.

His legs moved toward the window. He stopped near the small side table. Pulled out a drawer.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She didn’t know what he was reaching for but the silence.

He pulled out a cigarette putting in his lips the lighter touched the them of cigarettes lighting it up.

“Strip.” A command landed.

The word fell like ice against her skin. In winter.

His jaw clenched as he watched her.

The cigarette dangled from his lips, smoke curling around his face like a devil wearing calm.

“I said strip,” his voice cut through the thick silence, sharp, ice cold.

Her chest rose and fell in panic, her fingers trembling, her mind screaming. She shook her head from side to side slowly, lips parting in fear.

“No…” she whispered barely audibly.

Her body had already been chosen.She spun around, legs sprinting toward the door.

Run.

Her bare feet slapped against the cold floor. One second. Two.

Bang!

The sound tore through the air like a whip.

He had fired.

The bullet struck the glass vase on the table, shattering it into glittering pieces across the floor.

“Next will be your legs if you move one more step,” he warned, his voice calm but deadly, like poison in honey.

She stopped mid-step. Her body froze.

Her foot hovered above the floor, trembling.

Shards of glass sparkled on the ground behind her.

He stood there calm, deadly the gun still in his hand, smoke curling from the barrel.

“You have thirty seconds to strip,” he said, his voice sharp and cold, edged with warning.

“If you don’t... I will. And I swear, you’ll regret it more than anything in your life.”

His words weren’t loud, but each syllable hit her like a punch, heavy with a promise that felt more like a curse.

A thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead as her body froze under his gaze.

He looked dangerous.He looked like a man who had no limits left. A new wave of fear rushed through her, wrapping around her chest like a vice.

She could hear her own heartbeat wild and uneven as the seconds began to tick in her mind.

She didn’t know what he was truly capable of...

But at that moment, she believed he would do anything..And nothing would stop him.

Her body trembled with fear, but she tried to steady herself.

She wanted to fight. Scream. Run.

But the courage and the fire she once held was long gone.

He stood across the room like a shadow carved from rage and dominance.

This version of him could make fear settle into your bones and live there.

And this wasn’t the first time she’d undressed in front of him.nBut before, it was always his hands, never his commands.

Now, he stood like a god in the middle of the room, demanding her to strip. It wasn’t just humiliating, it shattered something inside her.

That hurt more.

She was afraid of dying. She was afraid of never seeing her loved ones. Her mother. Her friends. Everyone she loved. Of fading from the lives she still loved.

And so, she chose life over dignity, over pride, over identity.

Her hands moved slowly, hesitantly, toward the hem of her dress. Her fingers were ice. Her breathing was shallow. She couldn’t lift her gaze when she felt like a stranger to herself.

Her dress slipped from her shoulders, gliding down her body. The sound of it hitting the floor was louder than any scream.

She stood there, exposed in more ways than one, her arms instinctively crossing over herself.

Then came his voice again.

“The inner too.”

And this time… her walls began to crack.

The pain she had locked inside the one she hid behind fake courage and silent stares was now trembling to surface.

Everything she was trying to hold in, every breath she tried to steady, was collapsing under the weight of what he was doing to her.

She looked at him.

With a question her lips were too numb to ask Why are you doing this to me?

But his face……It was like stone.

And she finally understood…This wasn’t just about stripping. This was about control. About breaking her. About making her remember that she was nothing but a thing in his hands.

A plaything.

Her lips pressed together as she forced herself to breathe, to hold back the tears that burned behind her eyes like fire.

She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. She didn’t want him to see the crack.

But it was already there.

Her hand moved with hesitation, reaching for the last piece of cloth on her trembling body.

Her skin burned from shame.

Her breath hitched.

She gripped the edge of the fabric, her fingers shaking so hard they barely listened to her. Slowly… painfully… she peeled it off.

It slipped down her body, soft as a whisper, cruel as a scream. It fell to the floor with a silence that echoed louder than any sound.

She stood there naked, humiliated, trying to disappear into herself.

And then….That voice again.

“Now crawl to me.”

It shattered her like a hammer to glass.

She didn’t move.

The words hung in the air like a noose tightening around her pride. One silent tear slid down on her cheeks.

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