The Demotion Ch. 03

"Lyka," Dr. Ramos turned to me, still resting his drink on Diwa's head, "my office is through that door at the end of the hall. There's a pile of mail on it. Go and sort those by date and separate out the junk. I'll be there in a couple of minutes to check your work."

"Y-yes, Dr. Ramos," I replied meekly and turned toward the door.

"Please," Dr. Ramos replied with a smile, "'Dr. Ramos can be such a mouthful. You're welcome to call me 'Sir.'"

That fucker. Pretending that he was being kind by giving me a shorter honorary to use. And he knew that I knew that I couldn't do anything about it--I was alone in a foreign country, without my passport, and wearing an outfit that I could barely walk or breathe in. Moreover, I was always mindful that one phone call from Dr. Ramos to Director Haught would destroy any chance I would have at getting out of this mess. And now, Dr. Ramos had control over my housing.

I felt as if life was a chess game between me and this man who saw me as no more than a servant and a piece of ass. But I was handed a board where I already started in the checkmate position. I was completely at this asshole's mercy.

"Yes, Sir." I replied flatly. I started to turn again.

"No, not like that," Dr. Ramos stopped me, "Try again, but let me see that pretty smile."

Fuck. Him.

I obeyed and smiled serenely. I did my best, but I knew that my smile didn't reach my eyes. I wondered if I looked like the women that Dr. Ramos surrounded himself with and their serene but uncanny smiles.

My shoes clicked loudly against the wooden floor as I approached the door. I opened it and turned around to close it behind me. Through the crack of the door, I could see Dr. Ramos--hand and scotch glass still resting on Diwa's head--pull her head toward his groin while he unzipped his pants.

***TO BE CONTINUED***