“Please.. I just want to leave..” Latrice said again like a broken record from her shop. When he said that she could tell who ever she wanted, that it would just be the story of their first date her eyes went wide behind her glasses. He was crazy, unhinged even. Still his fingers prodded against her body as she tried to fight the natural response of what was happening. Circling fingertips made her body shudder as she whimpered, body pulling at the roles that binded her to the chair. He brought up one of the recent times that they had interacted with another over 80’s rock.<br/><br/>‘<i>He asked me something..what was it?’ </i>Latrice tried to recall as she shifted in the chair, his tone causing more fear into her face as she pulled her head away from him about. “I-I don’t know.” She said as she started to feel tears well up into her eyes. When he yelled at her, asking if she was seeing someone she started to whimper again as tears fell from her eyes, even more so as he shoved a finger deep into her body, wiggling around to cause a reaction from her. Nature picked up in her flight or flight reflex as her body grew hot, wet at his touch even though she denied liking it. “He’s just.. just a work friend!” She cried out, heavy tears falling from her face as she started to move frantically against the chair. “His name is Devon, he’s from the other location. We’re just friends!”