I sit impatiently in Thomas's office, waiting for him to come and explain how the man survived. Unable to keep still on the chair, I stand up and walk around his office. I try to distract myself by scanning the books on his shelves. I recall the time I used to clean Thomas's office. I remember everything that happened here. My hand moves to my throat as I remember how Thomas forced me to give him a blowjob and almost destroyed my throat. I can't believe that happened months ago. I never ...