Chapter 13

AMARA'S POV

This has to be a joke, a very expensive joke.

Staring at this devil, I tried to smile. Well, it did t come out well because his gaze fixed on me for a while before he cleared his throat. He then moved around, Smiled; definitely not a normal one.

From my point of view, I would say it's a smirk but at the same time, it's a smile.

"Strip," he said again.

This man has to be crazy.

Very crazy!

He can't just walk in and ask me to strip. How evil can he be? How more evil to kidnap someone amd keep them in a dark room without light for days!

I can stay without eating for days but you see light!!! I rather not have it.

I need to see the thinnest source to survive. It won't be nice to feel or have disembodied hands touch you all of a sudden. Or voices, you just know the voices sound familiar but you can't wrap your head around them.

Slowly, I began to go on my knees as I tried to beg. The pride in me seems like it's threatening to b