BENITA

Some things are better left as an imagination. Deep down, things were unbearable for me because I couldn't dare to do what played in my head.

I stood there motionlessly and pleaded like a fool, and it was the most painful thing ever.

Mr William's laugh echoed through the office, I couldn't even stand up straight; the embarrassment was choking.

The people in the office didn't take their eyes off me, neither did they try to help me, I felt worthless while an old man pumped my ...