CHAPTER 8

"Strip, Lani." I ordered.

For one full minute, she just stared at me like I spoke in fucking China.

"W-What?" She whispered at last.

"Strip off your clothes and get into the bathtub." I explained impatiently.

Her face turned paled and horror suddenly blanketed her face. "Surely, y-you can't m-mean that." She stuttered out.

I frowned, not understanding where the damn look is coming from. I didn't tell her to kill, I said to strip.

What's so hard in stripping?

"Get out of your dirty clothes, Lani. And start washing up." I took my time and tried to explain calmly, when all I wanted was to walk closer and tear the clothes from her body.

She shook her head wildly. "N-Never."

"Leilani!"

"Never! I'm not going n-n-naked in front of you!" Her cheeks flushed red.