A few more blouses flew in your direction when Vil was sorting through your closet and throwing away everything he didn't like, and that was almost everything except the shoes he gave you for your birthday

"God, did you steal this from a dog?!"

He turns to you irritably, sighing

"I'm tired of this, come here, I'd rather give you some of my stuff."

He jerks the fabric of your blouse, forcing a few buttons to unbutton and then unbuttons the rest, leaving you in the bodice