"Can't. I'm on my period."
His desire instantly simmered down. But Bruce wasn't about to let me off that easily. Using the therapy as an excuse, he took every opportunity to touch and grope me.
I did my best to appear compliant, keeping my head down and letting him do as he pleased.
The next morning, Bruce was yanked out of his sleep before he could even open his eyes. A stun baton was pressed against his neck.
"Sir, we've received a report. Please come with us."
On the big screen at the police station, pixelated, explicit footage was playing. The male lead was Bruce, but the female leads were numerous.
Their experiences were strikingly similar.
First, they would confirm their treatment plan. Then the massage would begin. But midway through, Bruce's hands would become increasingly i
