Amira 's pov
" Strip her."
Have you ever felt your heartbeat audible in your ears and your lungs protesting to even breathe?
I felt that.
I wanted to pass out. I didn't want to go through this again.
I wanted to die.
But I couldn't.
It was a privilege now, which would come at his command.
Not mine.
My each breath was accountable to him.
And he was making sure to charge an exorbitant price for it.
Gulping, thrashing I lift up my neck to try to look down.
The scissor was cutting through my t shirts material. Going further down.
" Nooooo stop... please!"
Next I know a cold palm is placed on my forehead and the other man pressed my head back on the metal table.
Restraining my movement.
" Just lay down girl. "
His voice was laced in irritation. Like he was dealing w
