I immediately lifted my hands in the air, not expecting him to point a gun at my head.
A pistol was pointed at me when I was still in possession of my male body, and a gun is still pointed at me now that I'm stuck with Delilah's body.
I was scared out of my wits and terrified for my life.
"I'm sorry, sir... I didn't do anything." I quickly apologized, frightened for my life.
He arched his brows, and it appeared that was when he noticed he was carrying a gun. "I need you to get dressed before I blow your brains out." He gave an order.
He never speaks in a calm tone, but rather in a chilly, authoritarian tone.
"However, sir. Bikinis are supposed to conceal the breasts, but what I saw in the closet was made entirely of rope." I attempted to clarify.
I get the impression that he has no
