I am dissatisfied with the unfulfilled promise of a promotion and I've decided to confront my boss with a cold, calculated brutality. As I stride into his office, there's an eerie calmness about me, an unwavering confidence that belies the impending brutality.

Fully aware of my physical prowess, I make it clear that any attempt to call for help is futile, as I know no one will intervene while I methodically unleash my fury. With cold determination, I raise my fist and strike him square in his dumbfounded face. My punches are brutal, each blow landing with calculated precision, targeting his nose, mouth, eyes, and every vulnerable point on his face. My dominance is palpable, and I push him to maintain unbroken eye contact with my clenched fist as I slowly and ruthlessly withdraw it, preparing for the next calculated strike. I want him to comprehend the inevitable downfall that awaits him. I'm going to turn him into my bitch.

Turning my Boss into my Bitch

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