My Boss' Love Story

J.J. Rousseau said, "Man (and women) is born free, and everywhere he (and she) is in chains."
I say, " It's because being chained feels good. Try ropes and cable ties. Chances are both genders would like that, too"

As usual, I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it.

Preview:

Annalise snaps out of her flashback and fresh tears rolls out of her eyes. She puts back her engagement ring to her left ring finger after looking at it disgustedly for a few seconds. She wipes her tears and cut the skin under her arms. Twelve... twelfth cut within the past 3 days. Pain and the sight of blood always makes her feel better.

After cleaning her wounds, she buttons her long sleeve so nobody could see her secret. Today has been particularly the worst for her, since her wedding day to the man she does not love is only days away. Better end it for good Annalise... it is better to die than giving yourself to that filthy animal. Do it Annalise.

The words of her unconscious mind makes her grab her blade one more time and direct it to veins that are located on her right wrist.

Before she could puncture her veins and end her life for good, an angry shout comes from across the hallway.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Shit. Mr. Barrymore Her boss of 7 years walks to her direction. He looks utterly pissed.

Enjoy,
Damien Hardy