A TWISTED MIND'S
Chapter 21's

This morning, like the morning I've been through for the past year. The activity of making coffee for the Ocean is still on my way.

Actually not every morning either, there are times when I make excuses that make him can no longer force me.

And actually, I could have been disobeying and not obeying his orders, after all making coffee was never contained in my work contract or my job description.

I tried to be patient doing it as long as the Ocean hadn't asked me to stop, then as long as I was still working here, it didn't seem like a problem. Although there have been many news skewed my view when the beginning of the news spread, but the time that answers their accusations. In fact, I can be sure I have no special relationship with the Ocean until this moment.

If I wanted to, there would have been countless times that the Ocean had taken me to his bed. But because I did not want to, the Ocean was very gentle by never forcing me. The lecherous words and dirty words that lead to sexual things have become daily food in my ears from the mouth of the Ocean. I don't want to get dizzy, it's his business.

One happy thing after my sacrifice of being a coffee-making girl for a year, I managed to get a password to access Sam's computer.

Whether Sam was conscious or not, Sam unexpectedly entered his computer password while I was standing next to him, at that time he was receiving a phone call and seemed to ask for information that Sam had to provide immediately. Since his right hand was holding the phone, it required him to open his computer with his left hand. He automatically typed his password quite slowly. My eyes were watching him and trying to remember him.

That was two months ago. I don't want to be rash to suddenly jump into action after knowing it. I don't want Sam to suspect me.

I don't want to go into Sam's room if Sam's out of town, I have to have a good reason to go in. Moreover, on the 4th floor there is only a room Sam and Robby. Sam is very protective of his privacy, not just anyone who is given access up to the 4th floor.

Access to the green house has its own path, only Sam can access it through the corridor to his room.

So it would be very unnatural if anyone was wandering around on the 4th floor while Sam or Robby were not in the office.

"What are you doing there?"

Leg.deg.deg..

"God help me!" My screams in my heart. I was silent not knowing what to do. I was so focused on reading something on her computer screen that I didn't put my ears on properly.

Why am I so careless? I should have just finished moving the data without having to open the file.

The ocean approached me, I could feel a gripping aura between us from the scent of his body that was currently very close behind me.

"I asked you, why silence?" Later difficult.

I was so scared, it felt like my whole bones were suddenly weak. My heart skipped a beat, suddenly cold sweat came out wetting my body when the coolant in this room from the moment I lit it.

"What are you doing?" Sam immediately took over the mouse that was still in my right hand and opened the flash drive that I used to retrieve some important data on his computer.

Knowing all that, Sam tightened his jaw to look at me in anger. His hand gripped firmly the mouse in his hand until there was a crack sound there. "You!!!"

Sam's breathing was so heavy and quickly held back his anger. I was really scared to see it. He scolded me a lot and cursed me, but I had never seen his anger this big.

"Say, who are you working for? Who told you to do this, damn it?" Her question gripped firmly on my chin with both of her firm hands. His eyes stare at me.

I could only close my eyes, shake my head but could not because of the strong grip of his hand on my face, I resigned. I don't know what to tell him.

"Say! Or I'll kill you!"

My body trembled at his blaring threat.

"I.a. I don't work for anyone." I answered grimacing in pain. It really hurts. I think my jaw wants out of place.

"So you'd rather die to protect that man? Okay, well if that's what you want."

Sam opened his tie and twisted my body behind him. He forced my hand back and tied it with his tie earlier.

"Take me off, sir! I beg!" I'm yelling.

"I won't let you go, now enjoy your punishment for stealing from me."

Sam then pushed my body into his private room, not stopping there, Sam threw my body into the bathtub and then turned on the cold water from the tap.

Should I be thankful that it's not hot water? I can't imagine if it was hot water.

Not satisfied with the rough treatment earlier, Sam took a towel and wrapped it around my leg and tied the knot.

"This is your first sentence." His words looked at me with his face still flushed and jaw tightening.

I shook my head, crying so Sam would let me go but it was all for nothing.

"I'd probably think of easing your punishment if you wanted to tell me who told you to."

"No sir, swear to God. Nobody told me to." I swear.

"No need to carry the name of your Lord here. I thought you were a nice girl, turned out to be a thief. How much are you paid to do this? What is paid for with pleasure in bed? It's only fitting that you always refuse to touch me, I thought your cupu turned out to be the temperature. Are you ashamed of your holy pretentious clothes but no longer a virgin? How many men have you been in bed? "

Sam pulled my hijab out of my head. It hurts, it hurts because the pentule pin on the top of my head hurt my skin. But this pain is nothing to the pain of his contempt for me.

"Don't!" I want to fight but my hands and feet can't be given. The cold water now filled the bathtub soaking all my clothes.

"Sam, please don't do this to me. I was wrong, I'm sorry." I said back to him.

Sam just looked at me deeply, there was a burning anger there. Yet there was a gaze that seemed to be exposing me, humbling me. Clearly that gaze was a contemptuous look at my body as if my body had already committed many sins.

Sam then stood looming at the side of the bathtup, "stay with your punishment or I will never forgive you!" Threatened me and then came out of the bathroom slamming the door. I could hear the door being locked from the outside.

I could only cry out to reflect on the reality I was facing right now.