Chapter 144. Lay on the Bed

She watched as he removed his belt from the loops and folded it in half. That black leather belt seemed lethal—perhaps even more lethal than a gun in his hands.

A whimper escaped her lips when he turned towards her.

Devil.

He looked as if a switch had been turned on within him.

"Scream however you want," was all he said as he began taking slow steps towards her.

She whimpered, and with every step he took, she moved back until her back collided with the wall. She cursed the wall. She wished it could stretch an infinite distance away from him.

"Take off your shirt," he commanded.

And from the way he had uttered those words, she knew he wasn't in the mood to approach her sexually. The belt in his hand told her the story she was trying so hard to ignore.

"Irtaza... please... please..."

"Do as I say."

Tears rolled down her face. She knew begging wouldn't lead her anywhere with him. In the end, it would happen as he had commanded