10. Teaching Him a Lesson

Madison

I can't breathe. Gustaf's fingers are slowly tightening their hold around my neck while his bad breath is in my face. It seems he never remembered to brush his teeth without me reminding him, and now his yellow smile is right above me.

He chuckles. "Not so tough now, are we?"

I want to flee from him. Slap his face and escape into the kitchen where I'm safe around my colleagues, but it's like my feet have grown their own gnarled roots and stuck them in the ground. I can't move.

The only thing I can do is stand there, entirely paralyzed, as Gustaf's lips brush against my ear. He nibbles on my earlobe, and I choke on a sob. Why did Gustaf have to show up today? What started as an exciting day working in the kitchen has changed into a freaking nightmare, thanks to him.

"Do you like this, Madison? Do you enjoy my kisses?"

My legs tremble when he sucks my entire earlobe into his disgusting mouth. I know I need to do something to defend myself, to protect myself from Gustaf, but all I