‘Where are we going?’
‘Shut up, slut. Come with me.’
I bite back my response. I can see the tension radiating through you, your clenched jaw and clipped words tell me nothing more than to be careful. It’s not often you disturb me at work and usually it hurts.
We exit the building, hand in hand, you pulling ahead of me and leading the way. The streets are filled with people out to grab a bite to eat, taking a quick break from their desks into the still warm autumnal air.
You walk me away from the crowds and pull me into an alleyway between two buildings, leading me into the shadows.
‘Okay…now are you going to tell me what’s wrong?’
‘Daddy is horny, honey, stop asking questions and get on your fucking knees’
I hesitate, looking down at the dirty tarmac we were standing on. It’s a mistake, one you quickly correct with a stinging slap to my face.
‘Don’t make me tell you twice, or you will regret it.’