I practically run toward the elevator; I want to grab my things and head straight home. I press the button several times, but it seems like the elevator is taking forever to arrive. As soon as the doors open, I step inside and press the button for the top floor. Just as I breathe a sigh of relief at finally being alone with my thoughts, someone blocks the doors from closing with their foot. I look up and see a man I don’t recognize, but it seems he recognizes me. He steps in with a mischievous smile, and I realize he knows, too. I press myself against a corner of the elevator, wrapping my arms around myself.
- Are you Blair Atcher?
I roll my eyes on impulse, nodding in agreement. I don’t hide my displeasure.
- Blair, Mr. Parker’s assistant?
I sigh audibly.
- Yes, I am. Are you going to the same floor as me? I noticed you didn’t press any buttons.
- I am. I’ll keep you company up there.
He keeps the smile on his face and leans against the elevator rail, moving closer to me.
- Thank you, but I don’t need company.
It’s obvious I’ve been crying. I know my eyes are red and my nose is swollen. I must look like Rudolph from Santa Claus. He doesn’t bring it up, and I think it’s out of pure courtesy that he wants to keep me company, seeing me in this state. But I was wrong.
- Of course you do, - He puts his hands in his pockets. – A virgin lady your age always needs company. More experienced company.
- WHAT?! How dare you?
The moment he turns toward me, my hand slaps his face. He’s taken aback by the shock, but doesn’t step back.
- What you need is a man who can take all three at once. Someone who knows what he’s doing, like me! I can teach you so much!
He lunges at me like a bear, pinning me against the elevator wall. His hands try to lift my skirt, and I try to stop him from getting anywhere, but to no avail. I’m overcome by a sense of panic. I scratch him and he calls me a cow, but he doesn’t stop. He becomes even more violent and I scream, kick, scratch him—I do everything I can, but he’s too tall and too bulky. I feel like I can’t breathe when the elevator doors finally open and I duck down, trying to slip quickly under his legs. I manage to headbutt him between the legs, feeling his hard cock against my forehead. As he flinches and yells, I manage to drag myself out of the elevator, but just as I’m about to stand up, the jerk grabs me by the ankles and pulls me back. We’re near my desk, but not close enough for me to grab anything to defend myself.
- Come here, you little slut! You like it rough, huh? You’re going to feel the best thing in your life tearing you apart—my cock!
He rips the front of my shirt; I hear the buttons clattering to the floor. I feel tears streaming down my temples. I scream again, but he slaps me so hard across the face that I’m dizzy for a few moments. I taste blood in my mouth. When my vision manages to focus on him again, my skirt is already hiked up.
- If you scream again, you’ll get more! I can do this to you while you’re unconscious if I want.
He laughs again, as if raping me were something funny.
- Please, don’t do this.
I cry and try to grab the sides of my panties so he can’t pull them off.
- Beg like that—you can’t imagine how turned on I get hearing you beg. Soon you’ll be begging for something else. Get your hands off me!
- Please, no!
- Just pull them to the side, sweetheart. I’ll eat you out with your panties on anyway. You wanted to be eaten!
I no longer have the strength to fight. His evil gaze, with his streaked brown eyes, makes me realize that nothing I say or do will stop him. He lies on top of me; I feel his alcohol-scented breath. He threatens me that if I tell anyone about this, he’ll find a way to make my life a living hell and that no one will believe me. I try to close my legs, but he puts his left hand on my neck and squeezes. The fear is so overwhelming. I don’t want to die, but I also don’t want to be raped—at my workplace! I pray to God for a miracle, to save me or to end my suffering right now. With one knee, he manages to pry my legs apart, and with his other hand, he begins to unzip his pants. I shut my eyes tightly, as if I wanted to wake up from this nightmare. I don’t want to see—at least he can’t force me to.
In the distance, as if it were miles away and just an echo, I hear a “ping,” but since this monster won’t stop trying to wriggle out of his boxers, I keep my eyes firmly shut, trying to drag myself away any way I can. But that’s when I feel a lightness; have I died? No. When I open my eyes, I see Mr. Parker and Jonathan and hear a crash. Mr. Parker advances, while Jonathan comes to my aid; I hug him and he hugs me back. Suddenly, I cry uncontrollably, and he comforts me, saying that everything is okay now, to stay calm, and that I’m safe. As soon as I hear a muffled sound, I look back and see what used to be the glass wall of Mr. Parker’s office—it’s now a bed of shattered glass on the floor, with my attacker begging for mercy from the one who saved me. His face is all bloody and swollen, but I feel no pity, nor does Mr. Implacable. He keeps beating him nonstop, even though that disgusting monster isn’t saying a word anymore. As if everyone had heard what was going on in the garden, Mr. John and a few other employees rushed in to stop Mr. Parker.
From that moment on, everything happened too fast, like a blur. I see Mr. Parker being grabbed by five men, his hands bloody and his shirt splattered with blood, his expression that of a madman. I remember his gaze meeting mine, his frantic look seeking my reassurance. Then I remember the police, feeling someone put a jacket on my back, the questions I could barely hear, being given a pill and a glass of water, being taken to a room; I remember Bia arriving and holding me tightly, and finally, I remember getting into a car. I don’t remember falling asleep.