Hazy dream

chapter 3

"Fuck....no this-this cannot be happening!" I panted and whined in hysterics and ran my hands through my messy, damp hair and face. I stopped mid way in a dark alley that met with a dead end. Typical. Behind me I could feel his eyes piercing holes all over my body. I turned around quickly as soon as I heard his shallow footsteps almost sounding like stomps as they got closer and closer to me.

"Elise..." The man purred my name seductively. It made my whole body feel numb in a very euphoric way. I could have died right then and there in a matter of seconds, right in front of this weird pedophile with a seductive voice but I couldn't let that happen.

"H-How do you know my name?"

"who the hell are you?!" I shouted in fear which caused my voice to sound shaky and scratchy rather than bold and aggressive. Tears formed my eyes and slipped down my cheeks. I refused the urge to wipe away the tears in front of him. Through blurred vision I could see he was already face to face with me. My mind was going haywire, I told myself to kick him in the groin and run but I couldn't I don't know why, It felt as if I was glued onto my spot. Forced to stay put. Ordered, commanded, manipulated.

He cupped my cheeks with his large warm hands and wiped away at a stray tear with his thumb. Chuckling lowly he bent down to my level.

"How the hell do you not recognize me when you clearly took care of me?"

**********5 hours before event***********

I haven't noticed I was crying, it was strange to cry on the train in public. Strange because I don't tend to break down in front of everyone. They would use that to their advantage and humiliate me. Its happened more than the number of fingers on both of your hands. From when I was 3 years old, all through middle school, high school and now at my job. It would never end. Even my boss can't do anything about it because he does it himself as well.

They would call me useless, slut, bitch, shithead, and worse. I stayed there because even with their ill poisoned souls I was still getting paid. It was still something to pay for my well being and for Fenris'.

getting off the station I felt drops of water coming down slowly. Its raining I thought. Pulling my jacket closer to me I decided to walk the rest of the way.

Bing!

I heard my phone go off and buzz and Immediately rummaged through my satchel for it. A text.

Matt: hey can you get me a caramel mocchiato on your way here?

thanks! get here soon.

I sighed as I turned to the other direction to get the coffee. Matt, my boss' kid, next one to take care of his families business. He's a hot guy really but tends to wander around the office and "chat up" with most of the women there. He tried asking me to give him head and I refused which angered him and caused him to tell everyone there that I am the one who initiated everything. Luckily his dad saw the right through his sick head and believed me only because he had no evidence and plus his son is of course, new to all of this and is pretty much a spoiled brat. But this was 3 years ago and so now that, that has faded away Matt only seems to do a lot more with the other women at the office leaving me in harms way. He sort of forgot it but he still bothers me and orders me to get him things and take his crap to and fro. Like his damn assistant. But he does have one, only that he screws her. This girl is above all the main bitch of the office. Sarah Callen.