Tie, stockings, heels.

Nearly your whole outfit is gone. Mr Williams shreds your blouse and the torn waist coat and slices apart your tiny skirt. The sound of the heavy scissors sheering through fabric is engrained into your memory and the feel of the cool blades brushing your skin is a dangerous fixation you're going to carry for awhile now. You bra is shown an equal lack of mercy, the straps quickly and neatly sliced to let your naked breasts free.

You're fully sober this time, fully aware that the man you used to call 'Mr Willims' back when you were a gap toothed child is in full control of your body. You jump at the light 'clack' the scissors make as he sets them down, and your red tie begins to feel like a heavy noose about your neck. It's one of the few things he didn't shred off of your body, its tails sitting neatly between your large breasts as even now your posture doesn't waver.

"Are you cold now Kiddo?" Mr Williams ask, and you moan a little as one hand seizes a breast and squeezes just hard enough to hurt. "You're shuddering." His other hand trails up your naked back before pulling you into a kiss you cannot resist. You feel even smaller now that you're almost fully naked, and the hand on your breast doesn't stop squeezing and pinching. "I've got an idea for how to warm you up."