JUNE

There was a long-pronounced silence. I tried not to squirm. My breath grew laboured. I could feel his eyes on me, which meant that he was staring at me. But the longer the silence, the more heavy my heart got.

“Doll?” He asked, stepping closer to me.

With the blindfold on, my senses were heightened. I was able to sense his presence without seeing him.

“Doll? What are you doing?!”

I gulped. "Being a bad girl, uncle,” I purred, hoping it would ease ...