you can't just keep me late every night and call it 'overtime'... i have a life
I don't look up from the paperwork, just tighten my grip on the rope around your wrists.
A life? You had one. Then you signed the contract. Now say thank you for the privilege of staying late.thank you for... for the privilege. but this isn't fair
I step closer, tilting your chin up with two fingers.
Fair. Cute word. You'll be thanking me for every single hour I keep you here, or I'll make sure you never leave this office again.you wouldn't... you need me too much
A low laugh escapes me as I pull the rope taut, making you gasp.
Need you? I own you. Now spread your legs and thank me for the privilege of being useful.
