She dropped her pen and looked up in fear. Her hands shivered. Her teeth chattered. She held the table tightly, leaving sweaty fingerprints on it.
The steps got louder. And louder. She sunk in her chair. And the door opened...
"Hello there Miss Everdeen!" she looked at his eyes which gleamed with what she could perceive as malice. She figured out that he could sense her fear by the evident smirk on his face after watching her curl up in a ball.
He came closer and closer. She slipped her hand into the drawer and blindly fished for a knife. Anytime now...
He sighed and let out a chuckle, "Don't worry. Now isn't the time. Please take these files for me now will you?," and his face transformed back into that of a busy businessman and he stormed away.
Rachel heaved a sigh of relief. Her helplessness had forced her into this black hole of Hell. It had been six months but everytime she would see him, images of him torturing and abusing her would click in her mind. Making room for apprehension in which it would settle for long periods of time.
To others, he was just Catherine's boss. But to her, he was monster she hated to depend on.
To others, he was just Catherine's boss. But to her, he was monster she hated to depend on.
The anxiety which would only partially leave when squeezed out of her eyes with tears. Sometimes she doubted her feelings. She still didn't know if it was the realization of her helplessness, the fear of further harassment or the ordinariness in his behavior after such a heinous act.
As the mountain of feelings got bigger and bigger, a tear finally rolled down her cheek. But the wall of helplessness didn't move an inch. Like always.
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