𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌

Chapter 51

This chapter is pretty dark and intense.

I listened to this song (Faouzia [cover] - Slow Dancing in A Burning Room) and cried while writing this chapter.

(Mature content)

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This day at work was very intense. A dear colleague of mine got fired because she embezzled money from the company. She was always so nice, I feel terrible for her, but she did it to herself.

I still have a ton of shit to finish this week and I am not able to do that in one night as I had planned. 

I'm a terrible planner. I don't think I ever owned an agenda. My dad once scolded me back in college because my whole planning system was sticking post-its on my wall with the deadline on it.

'You need to plan your shit, Elizabeth!' He yelled at me while pulling the post-its off my wall.

'I am planning my shit dad! Stop ruining it!' I grabbed the post-its out of his hand. 'I had everything stuck to the wall in chronological order!'

'Bravo! Great system!' He walked out of my room and closed the door with a lot of noise.

I chuckle at the memory while putting files in my bag. I still haven't changed. Lucifer will meet me in the parking garage in twenty minutes to bring me some of my dad's old files I might be able to use in my next trial.

I walk out of the building to the garage and open my car. My stilettos echo through the big, empty garage.

I'm putting my stuff inside the car and hum a song of Shawn's sister who just dropped a new album. 

When I close the trunk I feel someone pushing me onto the car. My chest is pressed down on the trunk of my car. I don't do anything. I need to find out what the fuck is happening.

I feel that the person holding me down is a man and when I look into the glass of the back window of my car I see a very strongly built man I don't recognize in the reflection.

'Ehm.' I clear my throat. 'Who the fuck are you?' I ask, trying to turn around.

The man pushes me harder on my car, squeezing all the air out of my lungs. God, he's strong. I swear to god if there is just one scratch on my car I will sue his ass.

'I told you this wasn't over yet.' I hear Bakker's voice echo through the garage.

'So what? What are you going to do? Torture me? Because I fired you?' I rest my head on my car for a moment. 'Awh, baby boy, did I shatter your big misplaced ego?' I laugh.

'You got a big mouth for someone in your position.' Bakker says.

'Tell him to let me go and we'll see what I can do with my fists.' I growl at him.

'Move to the side a little. Whatever happens. Don't. Let. Her. Go.' Bakker says to the big man.

I watch every move Bakker makes in the window of my car. I see him unbuckle his belt before he starts to pull at my pants. 

No. He's not going to do this. 

Tears start to sting my eyes. This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening.

I scream and try to pry my wrists away from the strong man's grip.

'How can you let him do this to me?!' I scream at the man holding me down.

He doesn't respond. He doesn't even look at me.

Bakker removes my pants and my ass is now visible to him.