My boss gets off on humiliating me. I can't
count the number of times he's reduced me to tears right there in the office, usually in front of other people.
Take today for instance. I was late getting
to the Train Station and ended up showing up late to work.
He did not even let me explain, before he cornered me
A muscle twitched in his jaw; his teeth were clenched.
He balled his hands into fists and knocked them together.
"I—I—the train was late and—and—I got on the
wrong one—" I was breathless, and I felt perspiration prickling my brow despite the coldness of the room. I felt trapped, cornered. I wanted to bolt but I would have had to go through my boss, an
impossible feat.
He was tall, well-muscled, and his body was so close I could smell his skin with its faint whisper of a
