Deep fear part two

Maya, realizing that Amber hadn't been eating properly, felt a wave of worry wash over her. "You've barely got any food in here," she said, opening the fridge and peering inside. Seeing the nearly empty shelves, she decided to take matters into her own hands. "I'm ordering breakfast," she said firmly. "You need to eat something."

Amber wanted to protest, to say that she wasn't hungry. But her stomach betrayed her, growling loudly in protest. Maya took it as further proof of her friend's neglect of herself. She took out her phone and started placing an order at a nearby café, ordering a variety of pastries and sandwiches for them to share.

The food arrived shortly after the call, a selection of pastries and sandwiches that immediately filled the room with the mouthwatering aroma of freshly baked goods. Amber and Maya sat down at the table, each taking a small bite. The taste was divine, but Amber's stomach was in knots and she had difficulty keeping down the food, her body having adjusted to the lack of food over the past few days.

Maya watched her friend closely, her eyes full of worry. She could see that Amber wasn't eating as much as she should, but she didn't want to force her to eat and make her uncomfortable. Instead, she tried to make small talk, hoping to get her friend to open up a little.

Maya set down her coffee and looked at her friend, her expression serious. "Iris," she said gently. "I need you to tell me what's going on. You've been off for a while now, and I'm worried about you. You know you can trust me, right? Please, tell me everything. I want to help you."

At Maya's words, Amber's breath hitched in her throat. She knew that her friend was right, that she needed to talk to someone about what was going on. But she wasn't sure where to start, or how to put her feelings into words. She took a deep breath and tried to marshal her thoughts, trying to find the right words to explain what was happening inside of her.

After listening to Iris' story, Maya sat back in her chair, mulling over her friend's words. After a moment of silent contemplation, she spoke up. "This might be a tricky situation," she said slowly. "But I know one thing for sure - De Martin is not immune to the same weakness as other men. He may act tough and intimidating, but beneath that veneer, he's as human as the rest of us. He'll fall for a pretty girl just like any other man."

She took a sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving Amber's face. "And I think you're the kind of girl who could have any man wrapped around your little finger," she continued. "If you wanted to, of course."

Iris sipped her coffee, her mind racing. She knew that Maya was right - De-Martin was just like any other man, susceptible to the whims of a pretty face. And she was the perfect target. She needed to make him fall hard and fast, to get him wrapped around her little finger. She wasn't sure how she would do it, but she knew that she had no other choice. It was her only way out.

Suddenly, a plan began to form in her mind, a dangerous but potentially effective strategy. She knew it wasn't going to be easy, and it would require her to go against her every instinct. But if it worked, it would be worth it. She set down her coffee mug and met Maya's gaze, her eyes determined, her expression resolute.

Maya saw the look on Iris's face and chuckled, recognizing the determined set of her friend's jaw. "I know what you're thinking about," she said, still smiling faintly. "You're planning to make De-Martin fall head over heels for you."

"And don't worry," she continued, leaning closer. "I have just the right tools to help you achieve that goal."

Maya continued to speak, her tone now more serious and intent. "We need to make you look as natural and flawless as possible," she said. "Men like De-Martin have grown tired of the artificial perfection of women who have had plastic surgery. The idea of having a girl like you, who is naturally beautiful and untouched, will bring out his primal instinct."

She leaned back in her chair, studying Iris's face carefully. "He's the type who wants something real, something he can possess and call his own. And lucky for you," she added, "you have exactly what he wants. But we need to enhance your natural beauty, to bring out your best features and make you utterly irresistible."

Iris listened quietly, her mind racing as she absorbed Maya's words. She knew that she was not conventionally beautiful, that she did not have the perfect features that so many men seemed to prefer. But the way Maya spoke, it was as if she believed that Iris was the exact opposite, that she possessed some special allure that would make De-Martin unable to resist her.

Three hours later, Iris stood in front of the full-length mirror, unable to believe the image staring back at her. Gone was the pale, tired girl from earlier that morning. In her place stood a confident, radiant woman, her skin glowing with health and vitality. The makeup on her face was subtle, but expertly applied, enhancing her natural beauty without making her look fake or overdone. And the black lace dress she wore hugged her figure in all the right places, showing off her curves and making her look both sophisticated and sensual at the same time.

She couldn't help but admire herself, turning from side to side to see how the fabric clung to her. "Maya," she said softly, still staring at her reflection in the mirror. "I look... different."

Maya smiled at Iris's words, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now, all that's left is to catch his eye, but without making it too obvious," she said. "We need to make it seem like he's the one pursuing you, not the other way around. We need to make him think that he has the power, while in reality, it's you who's holding the reins."

She moved closer to Iris, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "He's a man of power, used to getting what he wants. We need to play on his ego, to make him feel like he's the one in control. But at the same time, we have to be subtle, to let him think that he's the one who's chasing you, not the other way around."

Iris felt a flicker of fear at Maya's words, but the thought of her family's safety quickly overshadowed it. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She knew that she was walking a dangerous path, but her family's safety was infinitely more important than her own fears. She would play De-Martin's game, but she would make sure that she was the one who came out victorious in the end.