A few nights after Richard’s birthday, he and I were alone at work again, but it was a busy night and I was able to avoid him for most of the night. With just over an hour left in our shift and no incidents, I’d thought I’d avoided him completely. Things were slowing down and Richard was starting to eye me so I decided I could hide in the restroom for a bit until the next shift started to trickle in and I’d be safe.
I’d only just stepped into the restroom, the door not even fully closed behind me when Richard forced his way in with me. He turned and locked the door, then turned back to grab me from behind. He forced me over to the sinks, pressed his body up close to mine, and wrapped his left hand around my throat. I whimpered in response and Richard just growled. I could see him behind me in the large mirror lust and hunger burning in his eyes.
“You thought you were in the clear tonight, didn’t you?” He breathed into my ear, “You came in here thinking you were safe, but you forgot you belong to me, slut. Don’t you, slut?”