Tuesday afternoon at Vincent's office. As usual, I sat on the sofa like a doll while my boss sat in the chair behind his desk in front of me busy with his work, but this time I didn't dare to look at his face. I just kept looking down, hiding my cheeks that were as red as a boiled crab.I bit my lip, closing my eyes, holding back my embarrassment as I asked myself why I could turn into a demon of lust and raped him all night long. I opened my eyes to look at him as I heard his soft laugh. My heart beats faster and faster as he gets up from his chair and walks over and stands facing me. He bent his body as he brought his face close to mine. “Why you look so shy of me? You looked so different that night,” he said and smiled teasingly at me. I avoided his eyes with my cheeks burning. I feel so embarrassed and nervous right now. He then whispered in my right ear. “Don't be shy. I love the way you raped me and I want you to do it again.” I immediate