Chapter FORTY-ONE
DERA'S POV
"Dera! I can do anything as a punishment, but please don't force me to scrape my hair" she begged in desperation, tears dripping like bloody sweat
"Look Selena, you're getting it all wrong. I'm not forcing you to do anything, I'm just laying out conditions behind my merciful forgiveness" I replied with an eye roll, ignoring the waterfall from her eyes.
She took her hands to her face to shield it from my view.
"But I can't. I cherish my hair so much that..
"More than our friendship?" I asked purposefully, already knowing the answer before it was said
She bowed her head solemnly
"It's a free world Selena, you can do whatever you like, but I do hope you choose wisely"
"Isn't there another option? Like a way out?" She asked with her hands together in a praying position, the skimpy gown slightly raised.
