TW: Implied sexual assault

Three days.

It’s been three days since I’ve seen Asmodeus. I was irritable and in pain. The pesky aches and sore muscles were back. All my limbs felt like lead as I dragged them around behind me during my shift. But I powered through, hating every moment of my existence as I dealt with entitled patrons and Bill’s shitty backhanded comments.

I’d done my best to avoid him, but ever since I caught him coming onto Sarah, I ...