She pulled off her shoe, and dumped Charles out on her desk. He was laying on his back, sweating and gasping for air. "What did I tell you about stopping, slave?"
Charles waved his arms, trying to motion her to listen to him. Thinking it might be funny to hear what he had to say, she plucked him up, and sat him in her ear, "Speak," she commanded.
Crying out of both joy that he was out of the shoe and the trauma of this nightmare of a day he yelled, "I'm so exhausted. I can't go on doing this. Please! I'm a human being! Can you stop treating me like I'm nothing?!? Find it in your heart to help me instead of hurt me!"
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