You drop to your knees, the humiliation washing over you like a wave. Your heart pounds in your chest as you look up at Courtney, knowing you've lost every ounce of dignity. In the moment, you don’t care anymore. You just need to survive this.
“Please,” you beg, your voice trembling. “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to… please don’t fire me!”
Your hands tremble as they reach out, grasping desperately for Courtney’s heel. The sharp stiletto seems almost mocking, a symbol of the power she wields over you. You lower your head, lips inching closer to the smooth leather, trying to kiss it in a pathetic show of submission.
But before you can make contact, Courtney recoils in disgust.
“Ugh, get off me,” she snaps, her voice sharp with contempt. Then, without warning, she pulls her foot back and drives it into your face. The impact is hard, sending you sprawling backward, your vision flashing as pain explodes through your cheek. You hit the floor with a thud, rolling to a stop at Stacy’s feet. Your face burns from the strike, but the shame is even worse.
You look up at Stacy, hoping for even a hint of sympathy, but there’s none. Her expression is cold, her lips curling into a look of utter disdain.
"Pathetic," she says softly, shaking her head as if you're nothing more than a worm writhing on the floor.
You force yourself onto your knees again, chest heaving, the weight of the humiliation making it hard to breathe. “Please… I’ll do anything, anything. Don’t fire me, I beg you,” you grovel, your voice cracking with desperation.
Courtney watches you, still seated, her legs crossed with effortless elegance. Her gaze is sharp and piercing, like a queen looking down at a peasant beneath her notice. She leans back in her chair, her stiletto-clad foot slowly swaying, the sound of the heel tapping lightly against the floor like a clock ticking down to your doom.
“Anything?” she says, her voice icy, yet dangerously calm. There’s no pity in her eyes, only a cool, detached amusement as she takes in your pleading.
“Yes, anything,” you repeat, your voice barely a whisper now. You can't bring yourself to meet her gaze, instead staring at the floor, defeated.
A slow, wicked smile spreads across her lips. “Crawl to me,” she commands, her voice low but filled with such authority that it sends a shiver down your spine. “Show me how pathetic you really are.”
Your breath catches in your throat, but you obey without hesitation. Slowly, you drag yourself forward, your palms scraping against the cold office floor as you crawl towards her. Every inch feels like an eternity, each movement pushing you deeper into your humiliation. Your mind screams at you to stop, but you can’t. You have to survive this. The soft click of her heel taps like a countdown as you inch closer.
Finally, you reach her feet. You look up at her, but before you can even utter a word, Courtney grabs your face roughly with one hand, her fingers digging into your skin as she yanks your head upward, forcing you to look into her eyes. Her grip is ironclad, her nails biting into your cheeks as she tilts your face, examining you like you’re a worthless insect.
“You really are lower than dirt, Tom,” she says, her voice dripping with disdain. “Groveling at my feet, begging like a dog. Do you even realize how pathetic you are?”
You try to speak, but her grip is so tight, your jaw barely moves. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your pulse pounding in your ears. Courtney’s eyes narrow as she leans in closer, her face inches from yours.
“You’ll do anything?” she asks again, her tone laced with cruel amusement. “From now on, you will remember this. You will remember that you’re nothing. I own you. Do you understand me?”
You nod as best you can under her grip, unable to speak, tears burning in your eyes from the sheer weight of your shame.
Courtney tightens her grip for a moment, her nails digging deeper into your skin until you wince from the pain. Then, with a dismissive shove, she pushes you back onto the floor, sending you sprawling at her feet once more.
“Good,” she says, her voice calm and controlled, as if your humiliation is nothing more than a minor amusement for her. She looks around the room, her gaze sweeping over the other women, who are watching with a mix of amusement and disgust. "Let this be a lesson to all of you," she says, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Anyone who tries to pull something like this will end up just like Tom. Crawling. Begging."
The room is silent, the weight of Courtney’s power palpable. You lie there on the floor, utterly defeated, feeling the crushing reality of your situation. You know now there’s no coming back from this.
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