You remained on your knees, feeling the cold, hard floor beneath you, and with each passing second, the weight of your decision settled heavier on your shoulders. The air felt thick, your heart pounding in your chest as you stared at Jess, now back behind her desk, watching you like a cat toying with a mouse. She took her time, clearly savoring the sight of you down there, the once-confident Tom reduced to this — waiting, silent, and entirely at her mercy.
Her lips curled into that same smirk, the one that had made your stomach twist in knots before. Only now, it wasn’t just discomfort you felt. It was something more. Embarrassment. Shame. You could feel your cheeks burning, the weight of her gaze pulling at you, making you feel smaller with every passing moment.
"Look at you," Jess finally said, her voice dripping with condescension. "On your knees in front of me like a good little servant. I have to say, Tom, I never thought I'd see the day." She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs with a lazy elegance. "You used to think you were above everyone, didn’t you? Strutting around here, playing the big boss, thinking you had everyone under control. But now, look where you are."
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out, Jess raised a hand to silence you. "No, I don’t want to hear your excuses. You’ve done enough talking for one day." She stood up, slowly walking around her desk once more, her heels clicking with every step. She stopped right in front of you again, looking down at you with pure, unfiltered amusement.
"I want you to understand something, Tom," she said, her voice lower now, her tone almost soothing, though there was nothing kind in her gaze. "This—" she gestured to the space around you, emphasizing the humiliating position you were in, "—is what happens when you overestimate yourself. When you think you’re entitled to things you haven’t earned. Respect. Power. Even friendship."
She took a step closer, her black heels now inches from your knees. "You think you’re still in control, don’t you? That this is just some kind of game. But let me tell you, it’s not. You’re here because you chose to be. And now… I’m going to make sure you never forget how that choice feels."
Before you could process her words, Jess reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back just enough to force you to look up at her. You winced, the sharp tug making your scalp sting, but the humiliation of being manhandled like this hurt even more.
"Pathetic," she sneered, her eyes cold as she looked down at you. "You’re supposed to be the one in charge. The one everyone looks up to. But now you’re nothing but a joke. My joke."
The words cut deep, each one like a slap to the face. You had never felt so exposed, so utterly powerless. But Jess wasn’t done. Not even close.
She released your hair, letting your head drop back down as she walked behind you. You couldn’t see her, but you could feel her presence, the air around you thick with her dominance. A moment later, her voice came again, this time right behind your ear.
"Take off your jacket," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.
You hesitated for a brief second, instinctively resisting the command. But then you remembered the position you were in, and the power dynamic that had shifted completely in her favor. With shaky hands, you shrugged off your suit jacket and let it fall to the floor beside you.
"Good," Jess said, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Now, fold it. Neatly."
You swallowed hard, the simple act of folding your jacket feeling like a cruel reminder of how far you had fallen. With trembling hands, you picked it up, carefully folding it as best you could while still on your knees. Jess watched the entire process, her amusement evident in the way she crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently.
When you finally placed the folded jacket on the floor in front of you, Jess laughed softly. "Is this what you thought your morning would look like, Tom? Groveling in front of me, folding clothes like some obedient little servant?"
Her words stung, and you bit your tongue to keep from saying something that would make this worse. She was toying with you, enjoying every second of your humiliation, and it was clear she wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
"Look at you, all flushed and humiliated," she continued, circling around to face you again. "I wonder what your team would think if they saw you like this. The mighty Tom, their manager, reduced to nothing but a kneeling, blushing mess in front of *me*."
You winced at the thought, imagining the whispers, the looks, the sheer humiliation of being seen like this by your colleagues. Jess seemed to notice the shift in your expression, and her grin widened.
"You don’t like that idea, do you?" she teased, bending down slightly so she was closer to your level. "The thought of people seeing you this way, knowing how easily I’ve broken you. How easily I’ve turned you into something… less."
She let the word hang in the air, the implication clear. You weren’t just her subordinate now. You were less. Less than her, less than what you had been. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and she was making sure you choked on it.
"Tell me, Tom," she said, her voice dripping with mockery, "how does it feel? Knowing you’re not the one in control anymore? Knowing you’re nothing but a pawn in my little game?"
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. The humiliation had rendered you speechless, the weight of her dominance pressing down on you like a vice. Jess, of course, took your silence as confirmation of her victory.
"That’s what I thought," she said smugly, standing up straight again. "You’re not nearly as strong as you thought you were, are you? Deep down, you’re just like everyone else—eager to please, desperate for approval, and terrified of being put in your place."
She stepped back, watching you closely, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Well, guess what, Tom? You’re in your place now. Right where you belong. And I have to say, you look so much better down there."
You looked up at her, your pride shattered, your dignity in tatters. Jess had won. There was no denying it. She had taken everything from you—your confidence, your control, even your sense of self—and left you with nothing but the bitter taste of humiliation.
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