Julia

Wolfe hates me

He loathes me.

I can imagine him playing my death in the back of his mind.

"I said strip." came his commanding voice again as he watched me like a devil.

Yeah, he is a demon and everything about him is dark.

Dark mind.

Dark thought.

Dark actions.

For a second, I'm too stunned to do anything except stare.

He picked a chair and seat down before me. His arms crossed over his chest and a dark spark danced in his cloudy gaze.

He's watching me with an unnerving focus like he's a dangerous predator salivating after his prey.

"I want to watch you undress yourself...