Helen
The silence stretched.
Marc didn’t say another word. He simply stood in the doorway with his arms folded, watching me. Behind me, the video was still playing — the wet, rhythmic sounds of him f*****g the woman on the desk filled the dark office, making everything worse. My face burned with humiliation. I wanted to turn the screen off, but I was too afraid to move.
My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I kept my hands clenched tightly in my lap, fingers still slightly damp from what I had been doing. The air felt thick and heavy. Every second that passed without him speaking made my stomach twist tighter.
He was enjoying this.
I could see it in the way he looked at me — calm, assessing, completely in control. He wasn’t angry. That almost made it more terrifyin
