Rebecca's pov
"Excuse me?"
Did I hear that right? Did Emeliano just ask me to strip? Like as in take off my clothes? Probably not. He wouldn't do that, would he? He wouldn't let me embarrass myself like that, would he?
Maybe I didn't hear well.
"You heard me! Take off your clothes, don't waste my time- we don't have all day." He yelled out.
My eyes widened - I did hear it right, Emeliano wanted me to strip naked, why would I do that? Why did he even think that I would listen to him?
"Are you crazy?" I uncrossed my arms and stared at him, looking for some sign that it was a joke. "I'm not gonna do that." Disbelief laced my words.
Emeliano came dangerously closer to me, making me take two steps back, my heart hammered dangerously against my ribcage.
"I'll count to five," his intense angry eyes pierced my skin. "If you don't oblige, I promise you will never attend a wedding, instead, a funeral." He threatened.
Oh my God, what did he mean by that? Is he capable of killing my sister? I gulped hard, staring at his blood thirsty eyes, yes- yes he is!
But how can I strip naked in front of him? Where would my dignity go? No man, I repeat, no man has ever seen me naked.
"I can't do it." I answered in a shaky voice, recrossing my arms, feeling slightly more protected.
"What did you say?" His voice came out in a deadly whisper, sending shivers of fear, down my spine.
"I can't do it, I won't do it!" I yelled back at him.
He nodded his head like he was reconsidering, not until... "One." He began to count.
I held my shirt tightly to my chest, shaking in fear, why is this happening to me? God I need your help, please send an helper!
"Two!"
I jumped in fear, did he really mean it, will he murder my sister? What if he had it in his power to do it? What am I thinking? Of course he has it in his power to do it!
"Three!"
I jumped again, clutching my shirt to my chest tightly- what if I put my sister's life in danger by not doing this? She could die! This damn bastard could kill her, look at him! He could kill anyone!
"Four!" He snarled out this time, making me gulp down hard.
No one has to see right? It's just him, no one else, I have to do this- I have to do this for April, if I don't, he could kill her, or maybe even me.
"Fiv-"
"Okay! I'll do it..." I cried out, feeling bitter tears drop down my cheeks.
He cocked a brow at me and folded his arms to his chest, watching me. "Well, go on." He simply stated.
"Why are you doing this? What do you get out of this?" I asked, feeling my eyes sting.
"Well, for one, I get to see you humiliated, and for the other one, you need to see what happens to people when they say no to me."
"Are you really going to kill her?" I had to ask.
"Oh trust me, I'll kill her and her so-called fiancee and when I'm done, I'll end your life as well, no one ever likes witnesses, so- I think you should weigh your options."
"But-"
"Five!" He yelled out.
Tears pulled down my cheeks again. "Fine." I let out.
My shaky hands moved to undo the buttons on my short sleeved shirt. Tears pulled down my cheeks as I got down to the last button. I knew Emeliano was watching me, but I didn't dare to look up, my heart pounded against my chest as I eased off the shirt, revealing only my bra.
"Go on." Emeliano's voice made my heart skip a beat.
I can't believe this is happening to me! Why is no one coming to my rescue?
My shaky hands moved to unzip my skirt slowly, until it reached the end point, just like silk, the skirt smoothly slid down my legs as I stepped out of them.
I closed my eyes, feeling so humiliated and shamed, here I am, standing half naked Infront of a ruthless pig! A complete stranger!
"Take off the underwear."
I looked up in shock. "What?" My voice came out in a shaky whisper.
"Don't make me repeat myself." Emeliano muttered, his face was filled with disgust as his eyes raked my body from head to toe.
This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Something told me that after this experience, I would be scarred for life.
"Emeliano please..."
"Take them off!" He yelled, sending another wave of shivers down my spine.
I jumped in fright and immediately started to unhook my bra, with shaky hands as I sobbed.
Soon after, my bra fell off my body and I swallowed hard, feeling completely shamed and exposed.
I dug my thumb on either side of my panties and began to slide them off.
"Stop." Emeliano said.
Hot tears ran down my cheeks as I took my hands off my panties.
I felt Emeliano come closer, I dared not to look up, I felt him walk around me, like he was inspecting every inch of my body until he came to stand Infront of me again.
He raised my chin so that our eyes would meet, when I looked up at him, I felt like a slut, the way his eyes roamed down my breast to my lips then to my eyes, I felt so embarrassed.
"Listen and listen good, guarra." He snarled out. "I'm gonna do worse to you, the next time you say no to me... This is just the beginning- next time, I'll make you fûck yourself in front of me. And I think you know by now, how much I take these threats really seriously." He stepped away from me.
His eyes raked my body once again then he Scoffed. "I wonder why you're crying? Your body is- is literally the biggest turn off for a man- you're actually nothing to look at, no wonder your boyfriend never fucked you, your body is actually a nuisance- I just wasted my damn time." His look was that of disgust.
I gritted my teeth together, feeling disgusted with myself, his words really hurt me, his words hurt me to the core, I watched him exit the room, muttering something that sounded like, 'what a waste of time.'
I burst out in tears when I heard his footsteps fade away, quickly, I picked up my clothes and slipped then back on.
I was right about one thing- this experience has definitely left me scarred for life- I will never forget this.
"I hate you Emeliano," I murmured. "I swear, I'll make you eat back your words. I promise you."