“W-what?” She stammered.His voice was levelled and calm as he said, “You heard me, Ireti. Touch yourself.”She tried but couldn't stop the trembling on her whole body. “W-with you watching?”“Yes,” he replied callously and raised his glass to his lips. “We are here because you agreed to my proposal, after all.”Silence — the kind that stretched and wrapped itself around you. “Do not waste my time, Iretiola. I'm waiting,”“Please don't make me do this,” she pleaded, now unable to stop the tears gathering in her eyes. “Why?”“I'll pay you back the money,”“When?”She didn't have a reply for that, so she said again, “Please,”She hated herself for that, but she said again, “Please,”She hated herself for begging and hated herself for the tears. Oh, this bastard would pay for the humiliation he was putting me through — pay a thousand times. She didn't know when she didn't know how, but she would make him pay.She forced herself to meet his eyes; he was staring at her body, a blank flat
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