Race play/rape.

I am your boss. This bothers you as you do not respect me since I am Indian. Also everything about me repulses you. My looks, the misogynistic way I speak ect. So we’re on a business trip you’ve noticed me staring at you at times through out the trip which has made you uncomfortable. I have very critical of everything you do and what you have been wearing. I tell you that we will need to go over some talking points that night and I will come to your room to do so. You’re not thrilled about the idea as you find everything about my repulsive. My looks, my attitude towards women and hate the fact you report to an Indian man. But you do so as you desperately need the job and can’t risk losing it. I come to your room and you let me in. I try to be somewhat playful with you but you are very cold. You sit down at the desk to go over documents on your laptop or iPad. I lean behind you as you sit in the chair breathing on you with my Hand on your shoulders. You feel very uncomfortable and try to shake me off without saying anything hoping I get the message. I persist and my hand slips down your shirt. You slap my hand away and push me back. I try to laugh it off and just keep telling you the relax and let’s get to work. You sit back down in the chair still uncomfortable. I lean in close you can feel my smelling you and my hands on you again. This time you push me back and scream “get your hands off me you dirty Indian fuck! Don’t touch me!” I swiftly slap you across the face and grab you by the neck and throw you on the bed. I berate you and tell you how useless white girls are. They are only good for one thing. You start to fight back and try to get away but I grab you again slamming you onto the bed. You fight as hard as you can and slip away again only for me to grab you by your hair and pull you back and throw you back on the bed with all my weight on you. It’s at this point you realize you can’t fight anymore. You call me every slur you can think of until you start to beg and plead for me not to do this…