**Isabella*"
He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards an empty table. Then, roughly gripping my waist, his eyes smoldered fiercely.
"How dare you go out to a fucking club dressed like this?" I shook my head in fear as his fingers tore into the dress, completely ripping it from my body.
"Take off your undies and get on the fucking table!" He pointed to the table.
I looked over at the table fearfully, feeling my cheeks grow wet with tears, before taking off my bra and panties. My gaze lowered to the ground, unable to see the disappointment in his eyes.
"Get on the fucking table. I won't repeat myself again!"
I slowly stepped backward, bending over the table while shaking hysterically. I was at a loss for what he was planning to do to me.
"Don't move." He ordered before moving away from me. I tried to listen, to at least get an idea of what he was doing, but I heard only some shuffling sounds, probably him searching for something.
