“Follow me to my office, Shannon,” he said and turned on his heel, walking out of the doorway. I followed behind him with my head hung. I knew I was in trouble. I assumed he was going to fire me.
I entered the office as he was removing his jacket. It seemed a bit odd. I noticed broken glass on the ground across the room. It was shattered, as if it had been thrown against a wall. I also noticed an open bottle of dark amber liquid sitting on the desk behind his chair.
“Sit,” he ordered, with an icy cold voice. The man wasn’t a warm and fuzzy boss, but I had never seen this side of him. He walked to the desk with the alcohol and retrieved it. He turned around and looked straight at me. His eyes were just as cold as his voice, perhaps even colder if that’s possible.
I wasn’t initially scared, but I was uncomfortable in his office…with him. I knew he shouldn’t be drinking at work, and I really wished I hadn’t taken out my iPod. I took a seat in one of the chairs facing his large wooden desk and placed my hands in my lap.
“Where is everyone this afternoon, sir?” I asked him. I wasn’t really sure what to say or do. I had already told him I was sorry. Wasn’t that enough? What more did he want from me? I was seventeen for Christ’s sake. Surely, I was allowed a mistake or two. It’s not like I was a bad employee and broke the rules often. Before then, I had never been in his office. I had never really been in trouble before, so I wasn’t sure if the feeling I was experiencing was guilt for doing something wrong, or if the feeling was something else entirely. I knew I didn’t want to be in the same room with him. I wanted to run. Goosebumps formed and ran down my arms.
“I made them all leave a few hours ago. Now, do not say another word unless I give you permission to speak. Do you understand?” he asked. I was left speechless, and wondering who the hell he thought he was. Apparently, my silence meant that I didn’t respond quickly enough.
“You better answer my God damn question, Shannon!” His eyes darkened. They looked a little evil and I wondered briefly if it was possible to be possessed by the devil himself. I learned later, he wasn’t possessed by the devil. He was the motherfucking devil.
“Yes, sir.” My voice trembled, but only for a few seconds.
“That’s better,” he said, taking off his tie completely and holding it loose in his hand. He set the bottle down after taking another large gulp. Standing, he stared at me for a long time. He looked like he is trying to hash something out in his head.
“Get up and come here,” he demanded. I hesitated, but eventually did as I was told. I actually believed that maybe it would get me out of there a little faster.
I’d never had sex before, but the look on his face was undeniable. He still looked evil, but his eyes were full of lust. A sickening dread filled my stomach.
Somehow, I found the courage to speak. “Mr. Lewis, I’m really sorry. I will not do it again. I promise.” I told him as I walked to stand in front of him.
“You’re not half as sorry as I’m going to make you.” His voice was eerily calm as he grabbed my arm, pulling me to him. I tensed as he forcefully embraced me. He crashed his lips into mine, hard.
I tried to pull away out of his hold, but I wasn’t strong enough. He moved his lips from mine, and moved against my ear. “I’m going to teach you a lesson about following rules as I take your virginity,” he laughed.
My eyes widened and my mind screamed at me to run. “NO!” I yelled and tried to squeeze out of his grip. He simply laughed as he reached for my hair and yanked it back. I knew at that moment that I was in deep shit. The deepest kind imaginable.
“You have two options here. You can be a good girl and take your lesson, or you can be a bad girl and I’ll make sure you regret every second of it. I will show you pain like you have never imagined.” He bit down hard on my earlobe, causing me to yelp in pain.
“Please don’t do this. Please let me go,” I begged him. The sadistic bastard smiled down at me.
“Begging is allowed. The more you beg, the more my dick grows harder,” he said as he ground his erection against my hip.
“Please stop,” I whimpered. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Not to me, I thought to myself. I had no way out, no idea how to escape. I think my emotions finally caught up to my brain as tears clouded my vision.
“All bad girls must be punished, Shannon. This is part of your punishment. Next time, I doubt you will do something you aren’t allowed to.” He pulled his tie out of his pocket and grabbed both of my wrists. With the tie, he bound my wrists together tightly. I tried to struggle free, but there was nowhere to go. He had me pinned against his desk;. I struggled anyway. He yanked my hair back for the second time, forcing my head backward. His eyes meet mine as a sinister grin spreads across his face.