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S A I N T

S A I N T

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There was a small spark of confidence I saw when she said those words. A confidence that I hadn't seen before.

With her dark brown hair cascading down her back instead of that horrendous ponytail, she looked better. She looked more like a woman. However, I king of missed the glasses perched on her face.

"I-Is that all?" She asked, her eyes never meeting mine. I let out a sigh. She was so easy to manipulate. It would be such a simple task to act on her insecurities just to squeeze almost anything out of her. I couldn't have someone like that working under me, but this girl was a necessity.

Downing my drink, I continued to allow myself to drown in my thoughts. Every occupying thought was consumed on how I was going to make this work. She was soft and I was placing her in a business where she needed to be strong-concrete. I didn't need someone who was going to stutter, look away, or cower at every waking second.

"Get up," I ordered.

She looked confused, but still stood up from the couch. I leaned back in my chair as I watched her. My wheels were turning in my head as a smirk made its way on my face. I needed to break her in order to rebuild her.

"Take off your shirt," I said. Her eyes grew wide, fear glazing her brown pools with ease.

"I-I thought you said- you said you weren't going to, um, r-rape me," she whispered shakily.

"I'm not going to touch you. I told you to take off your shirt, so I suggest you do it," I stated. She looked almost as if she were on the verge of tears. However, she didn't let a single tear fall. This girl was stronger than she let a herself be. It was going to be my duty to make sure she sees just how strong she truly can be. It all began with seeing how far she'd allow me to push her.

Her quivering hand latched onto the hem of her shirt. She slowly pulled the fabric up, leaving my eyes to follow. Of course, the girl was wearing a sports bra that tried its best to withhold her breasts who were practically spilling out of it. However, the sight wasn't bad at all. It had my hands twitching just to feel her.

As much as I wanted to feel her tan skin and rip that revolting sports bra off her body, I refrained. Instead, I watched and wondered how long it would be until she was right underneath me.

"Take off your sweats," I insisted. Her shoulders fell. I could see the numbed expression wash over her face. She latched onto the waistband of her sweats before beginning to pull them down. She wasn't shaking as much as she had before, but the girl was still slow to disrobe for me.

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