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 tu put the dress on, Becca, o 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 tu try to fight...well I wouldn't. Not unless tu want Robin to get hurt.”
Becca froze. Her corazón 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 falda barely hit her thighs, the neckline dramatically mostrando 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 cama 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 tu want?”
“Now we'll have none of that. tu will talk to me in a loving matter o else...”
He let the sentence linger, causing Becca to go into a frantic.
“What would tu like Salva?” Becca forced in a loving tone.
“Much better. tu 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 más could he want?
“Becca. Look at me.”
Becca did as instructed, locking eyes with him.
“I want tu to get this through your head. Robin won't save you. He doesn't amor you. He doesn't want you. But I do. I always wanted you. And even though tu might amor Robin, you'll learn to amor me. Because Robin is never coming back for you.”