"Give me time to prepare emotionally," she said, standing up with her thin soft looking legs still trembling.
'I knew it. What she's about to give me must be really important,' he thought to himself, feeling pleased for going along with her nonsense.
Emy took a deep breath and slowly removed her jacket, her movements hesitant. She glanced around nervously, unsure if what she was doing was the right moved.
Her face turned red with embarrassment, and she wiped a tear from her eye before finally letting the jacket slip to the floor.
'She is too emotional,' he sighed, thinking she was making things more complicated than they needed to be. 'Just give it to me so we can get this over with.'
Emy, on the other hand, felt more and more self-conscious.
She felt disgusted just imagining what would happen next. The evil man before her would ravage her, and she could do nothing .
