He screamed at me. He was so angry, I didn't know why! We barely talked at work why would he do this to me?
"You stupid bitch, you were always gossiping at work. I had to cover your slack; I had to make sure things got done. I hate you and you are going to regret ever being a lazy busybody!"
I was quite scared. "Please Casey I'm sorry. I didn't realize, I never knew. I was just chatting with friends and I didn't think anything about the work you had to do."
He stomped his foot and I cringed thinking that he was about to smoosh me.
"Don't call me Casey you itty bitty bitch. Call me Master."
I really started getting scared. Call him Master? What was going on and what was he planning on doing to me.
He stomped his foot again. "NOW!"
"Yes Master." I quickly obeyed. I was shaking like a leaf at this power. He could crush me in a second and there was nothing I could do about it. He looked smug and confident after forcing me to say it.
"Good you little bitch. That is how you will address me from now on. Now I want you to do something for me."
I look at him with fear shining out of my eyes. My life was in his hands.
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