He claims her

The sound of the gas station door opening brought Scott back to reality. He had lost track of time, lost in his own delusions of power and control. But now, he was snapped back into the present and he could see Kanchan's eyes pleading with him to stop.

A middle-aged black man walked in, his eyes immediately drawn to the scene before him;but he just goes about his business knowing there is nothing he can do and Scott didn't care, he felt a rush of adrenaline as he pushed Kanchan down onto the counter and lifted her skirt up.

"No, please stop," Kanchan whispered, tears streaming down her face.

But Scott didn't listen. He was too far gone in his own twisted fantasy. The man at the door stood there frozen, unsure of what to do or say.

With a violent grab, Scott yanked Kanchan's panties to the side, exposing her glistening wetness to both men. The customer turned away in disgust, his face contorting in shock at the scene before him. But for Scott, it was only a challenge – a way to assert his dominance.

He thrust himself into her with a rough ****, paying no mind to her cries for mercy. Kanchan's fingers dug into the edge of the counter, her knuckles turning white from the pressure as Scott continued to use her body for his own pleasure. Disbelief and fear coursed through her veins as she realized what was happening – one moment she was simply working at a gas station, and now she was being violated by a white man who claimed ownership over her.

But to those around them, it seemed like just another day. As if they were living in two separate worlds – one where white men held all the power and control, while people like Kanchan were nothing more than objects to be used and discarded without a second thought.

As Scott reached his climax, he let out a satisfied groan before pulling out of Kanchan and zipping up his pants. He handed her a tissue from behind the counter and tossed some money on it as if it was a tip for services rendered.

"Get yourself cleaned up," he said casually before over to one of the shelves and grabbing something to eat like she is not even there.