Chapter 89: CH 089: Strip!

Chapter 89: CH 089: Strip!"I don’t just understand you," Dave said, his voice laced with disappointment. "After everything I did to those at the casino, any smart person would know I’m not an ordinary human." His eyes bore into Tasha’s, a hint of disgust in their depths. "I’m sure you knew it. You were just blinded by having revenge for your cousin, that you think you can do whatever you want to me." Dave’s frown deepened, his expression turning cold. "I understand the grudge you have with me, but you went on to sacrifice the lives of two others who weren’t even in any conflict with you. Are you really human at all?" His gaze seemed to pierce through Tasha, his words cutting deep into her psyche. "I guess you and that sick man-friend of yours are really meant for each other after all." Tasha’s laughter erupted, a wild, unhinged sound that filled the room. She doubled over, her body shaking with mirth, before finally straightening up and speaking. "So what are you going to do? Are you going to kill me?" Her voice was laced with sarcasm, a smirk twisting her lips. Dave’s expression remained calm, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "To some people, what I’m about to do is attaining justice. So it doesn’t matter if I kill you or not. It won’t make me less human, it will be you who won’t be alive anymore." His words were measured, a subtle threat underlying his tone. For a moment, Tasha’s smile faltered, her eyes flashing with fear as she sensed the menace in Dave’s voice. Before she could react, Dave moved in closer, his hand closing tightly around her neck. Tasha’s eyes widened as Dave pinned her to the wall, his grip tightening on her. "Now, you’re going to choose one option among these that I’m going to give you," Dave said, his voice low and menacing. "Will you do whatever I say, or you’ll choose to die in the most excruciating way possible?" He paused, as he pulled out a syringe from his pocket using his other free hand. "You saw the serum your man gave to that teenage girl, I’m going to give the same thing to you, and then you’ll slowly turn into that monster." Tasha’s eyes went wide as she stared at the syringe, her body beginning to struggle against Dave’s grip. She shook her head vehemently, her eyes pleading with Dave not to inject her. Dave’s gaze locked onto hers, his expression unyielding. "Will you do as I said then?" he asked, his voice firm. Without hesitation, Tasha nodded her head, pleading for Dave to release her. Sighing, Dave had eventually released his grip, and her body had sagged as he let go. She fell to the ground, gasping for air as she coughed violently, her lungs burning from the pressure on her throat. After giving her a moment to catch her breath, Dave, now sitting in one of the empty chairs of the room had started speaking. He leaned back in the chair with his eyes fixed on Tasha. "You said you will do as I say, now come closer." His voice was calm, a hint of expectation underlying his tone. For a moment, Tasha hesitated, her eyes flashing with defiance. But then Dave’s hand moved, the syringe glinting in the light as he held it up. "I have superhuman speed, so I can get to you before you could do anything," he said, his voice in a matter-of-fact. "I’m also indestructible, which I’m pretty sure you know too. So any attack you plan on doing, just forget it, they can’t work on me." The words seems to have drained the fight out of Tasha, her eyes dropping as she absorbed the reality of her situation. She looked up at Dave, a mixture of fear and resignation etched on her face. Without a word, she began to walk towards him, her movements were slow and deliberate. As she approached, Dave’s gaze never left hers, his eyes seeming to bore into her very soul. Tasha’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with the implications of what she was doing. She stopped in front of Dave, her eyes fixed on the floor as she waited for his next instruction. Dave hadn’t hesitated as he gave another instruction to her. "Now strip." He ordered, and for a moment Tasha had raised her head to glance at Dave, thinking he must be joking. "Are you kidding me?" She asked, scoffing in disgust. "Nope. I meant what I said." He replied. "Or do you want me to force you into doing it? But that’s not really nice, is it? You said you were going to do as I say, yet you’re refusing a simple order." "Is your nakedness worth dying for? If it is, I can just help you end it right now. But not in a way you might be expecting." He raised the syringe once again in the air, and Tasha could feel herself gulping down saliva through her dry throat. "No, I don’t want to die." She said, quite frustrated but fearful at the same time. "Then, stop wasting my time and strip down those clothes of yours." Dave said, chuckling amusingly to himself as he watched the scene before him. With no other option, Tasha had resulted into doing as instructed. She started by unbuttoning her shirt, but Dave had instantly stopped her midway. "Nope, I want you to do it slowly. Very slowly." He said in a hush tone, and Tasha had obeyed. She unbuttoned her shirt slowly, revealing the mini top she wore underneath. Then after taking her shirt off, she proceeded into taking off the top and skirt she had on, and a black lace bra and panties was revealed to Dave. Following after, she took off everything till she had no other cloth left on her. "Here, happy now?" Tasha said, a visible vein appearing on her forehead as she tried to cover her nakedness with her hands. "Nice one, Tasha. You’ve got a very beautiful body. I’m sure White is really missing you right now." Dave said, his voice low and menacing. He then stood from his position as he made his way toward Tasha, his tall figure casting a shadow over her. He reached down, gripping her chin forcefully, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "You’re going to learn what it means to mess up with me." He hissed. "You’re going to beg for mercy, but I won’t give it to you. Not until I’m done."