Becca opened her eyes. She looked around to find herself in the same room she had been stuck in last time. Her wrists were tied again, but this time she was on the floor, her ankles tied together and locked onto the floor. The door opened and Salva entered.
“Of course it'd be you!” she hissed.
“Hello, my love. I have a gift for you.”
He held up a piece of black fabric in his hand.
“I want nothing from you!”
“Come on. Try it on.”
“No!”
“Either wewe put the dress on, Becca, au I will.” Salva eyed her body for a second. “And I won't mind getting a glimpse of what's underneath.”
Becca growled.
“Oh and if wewe try to fight...well I wouldn't. Not unless wewe want Robin to get hurt.”
Becca froze. Her moyo was still fighting but she lowered her head.
“Alright. I'll put it on. And I won't fight.”
“That's a good Sparrow. Let me untie you.”
Salva came close to her, undoing the knots that bound her feet and hands. She watched him leave before standing. She looked around the room for signs of hidden cameras before allowing herself to change. She slipped into the black dress, zipping it up in the back. Looking in the mirror, Becca felt utterly naked. And she may as well have been. The black dress was short, clinging to her skin. The skirt, upindo barely hit her thighs, the neckline dramatically inaonyesha the upper half of her chest. The sleeves hit her elbows. She desperately pulled, looking for extra fabric. But there wasn't any.
She was stuck in this attire. Unless she wanted to have Salva put it on. Her body shook at the thought. No way was he going to touch her and strip her of her clothes. Becca wanted to cry. But Salva might try and comfort her. So she fought them, hid them. She moved to the kitanda and slipped her boots on. At least they reached her knees, lowering the amount of skin anyone could see. But she still felt upset and destructive. She wanted to get out. Salva entered.
“I approve Becca. Black is a good color on you. Rather...eye-catching.”
“What do wewe want?”
“Now we'll have none of that. wewe will talk to me in a loving matter au else...”
He let the sentence linger, causing Becca to go into a frantic.
“What would wewe like Salva?” Becca forced in a loving tone.
“Much better. wewe are to come with me.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Then we can play in here. Just the two of us.”
“Where are we going?”
Salva smirked. His plan was working and he had Becca. What zaidi could he want?
“Becca. Look at me.”
Becca did as instructed, locking eyes with him.
“I want wewe to get this through your head. Robin won't save you. He doesn't upendo you. He doesn't want you. But I do. I always wanted you. And even though wewe might upendo Robin, you'll learn to upendo me. Because Robin is never coming back for you.”