The morning sun streamed through the large windows of Mr. Patel's office, casting a warm glow over the room. At his desk, Mr. Patel sat contentedly, a massive breakfast of eggs and milk spread out before him. He took a satisfied sip of his tea as he scanned the office, taking note of the hustle and bustle of his employees.
His eyes landed on a young intern, no more than twenty, a black woman named Aisha. She was darting around the office, a look of determination on her face. But as Mr. Patel watched, he noticed something troubling. She was not following the office rules, blatantly disregarding them as she went about her tasks.
Mr. Patel's brow furrowed as he watched. He had always believed in a strict adherence to rules and order. It was the Indian way, the natural order of things. And he had no patience for those who did not follow suit.
He decided it was time to teach Aisha a lesson. He called her over to his desk, his voice firm and commanding. Aisha hesitated for a moment, but eventually complied, making her way over to him.
"Get under my chair," Mr. Patel instructed, gesturing to the space beneath his desk.
Aisha looked at him in confusion, but did as she was told, crawling under the desk and positioning herself beneath his chair.
Mr. Patel leaned back in his seat, a smug smile on his face. "I want to teach you about the history of Indian men capturing Africans and using them as slaves," he began, his voice dripping with condescension. "It is the natural order of things, and one that you would do well to learn."
As he spoke, Mr. Patel began to push his shit down Aisha's throat, degrading her and asserting his authority. She choked and gagged, trying to protest, but Mr. Patel cut her off.
"Shut up and swallow," he commanded, his voice firm.
Aisha was shocked and disgusted, but also intrigued by Mr. Patel's dominance and control. She had never experienced anything like this before, and she found herself both repulsed and drawn to it.
Mr. Patel continued to lecture and degrade Aisha, calling her a "disobedient little slave" and "insolent child." She tried to protest, but Mr. Patel would not let her speak, telling her to "shut up and swallow" over and over again.
Aisha was humiliated, but also turned on by the power dynamic and the taboo nature of the situation. She had never felt so degraded, but also so alive.
Finally, Mr. Patel finished his lecture and pulled Aisha out from under the chair. "You are now educated on the natural order of things," he told her, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Aisha was left feeling degraded, but also curious about what else Mr. Patel had to teach her. She left the office, feeling both humiliated and excited by her encounter with Mr. Patel.
As she walked back to her desk, Mr. Patel smiled to himself, satisfied that he had asserted his authority and taught Aisha a lesson she would never forget. The natural order had been upheld, and Mr. Patel was content.
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