“I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" I stammered, my voice thin and trembling with a mix of fear and lingering sleep."You slapped me and claimed you didn't mean it?" he sneered, stepping closer into my personal space."I was startled when I woke up to someone touching me," I defended myself, my eyes darting toward the door, feeling trapped."So bad... this will cost you your job," he said, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "You are...""I'm sorry sir... please give me another chance!" I interrupted, my voice breaking into a desperate plea. I thought of my rent and the crushing weight of my parents' addiction. "I swear... I would do anything. I can clean every day, please!""I don't think you deserve it," he replied coldly, enjoying the sight of me breaking down."Sir... I'm begging you," I sobbed, my hands clasped together in front of my chest."Well, there is this one thing I want," he murmured, his gaze traveling lecherously over me."Y... yes sir," I whispered, a sense of dr
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