Silvia Davis POV
"The naked look is more beautiful," the man with bluish eyes commented as my clothes were torn apart by the green-eyed man.
I was left in shock, my heart dropping in that moment. I could feel the cold air brushing against my bleeding and wounded stomach, and my underwear was wet, not from arousal but from fear.
I felt a surge of emotions, realising that I had nothing left on me except my briefs, which barely covered anything. My bra exposed half of my breasts, revealing my cleavage, while my panties hung loosely, exposing my bikini line.
Nothing could be worse than this, but deep down, I knew that the truth was even more horrifying. This situation was leading to something far worse than what I could imagine.
"Red is my favourite colour, but you look fuckable in these
