Eleanor furious with kelly

The air changes the moment Eleanor steps back into the room. The casual confidence she carried earlier is replaced with something much more dangerous. Her dark eyes narrow as she takes in the sight of Kelly lounging smugly at her desk, clearly enjoying herself after a day of tormenting you and Emily. The tension in the office rises, a cold energy radiating off Eleanor that makes everyone take notice.

Eleanor doesn’t speak at first. She strides to her desk, heels clicking sharply against the floor, her commanding presence enough to silence any whispers or chuckles from the surrounding coworkers. You and Emily remain kneeling, heads down, completely unsure of what’s about to happen but feeling the storm that’s building.

Kelly, still not realizing the shift in atmosphere, casually waves toward Eleanor. "Oh hey, I kept them in line for you. Don’t worry, they’ve been very well behaved." She flashes a smirk down at you and Emily, as if she’s done Eleanor a favor.

But Eleanor remains silent, her eyes now locked on Kelly like a predator watching its prey. Then, after an unbearably tense moment, she speaks.

"Kelly," Eleanor says, her voice ice-cold and dripping with disdain. "Who gave you permission?"

Kelly’s smirk falters for a second. "Permission for what?" she asks, trying to play innocent, though a hint of unease creeps into her tone.

Eleanor steps closer, towering over her. "To touch what belongs to me. To humiliate my property in front of my colleagues. Did you really think you could treat them like your playthings without my say?"

Kelly’s confident facade begins to crack. She shifts uncomfortably in her chair, realizing too late that she’s crossed a line. “I-I was just helping, Eleanor,” Kelly stammers, her voice now laced with uncertainty. “I didn’t mean—”

“Helping?” Eleanor cuts her off, her voice rising just enough to make the room go dead silent. “You think humiliating *my* pets makes you my equal? Do you think for a second that you have the authority to even look at them, let alone command them?"

Kelly swallows hard, her face paling as she realizes the depth of her mistake. “Eleanor, I didn’t—”

“On your knees,” Eleanor snaps, the command leaving no room for argument.

There’s a sharp intake of breath from the surrounding coworkers as they watch this unexpected turn of events. Kelly, caught completely off guard, hesitates, but one more glance at Eleanor’s expression tells her she has ****. Slowly, she slides off her chair and lowers herself to the ground, kneeling in front of Eleanor. The confidence she wore so easily earlier is shattered, replaced by fear and embarrassment.

Eleanor circles her slowly, her heels clicking ominously against the floor as she asserts her dominance. “You thought you could act like me? Humiliate like me? You're nothing, Kelly. Nothing without my permission.”

Kelly looks up, eyes wide, but she doesn’t dare speak. The power dynamic has shifted completely, and now she’s the one trembling in submission, just as you and Emily had been.

With a cruel smile, Eleanor reaches down, gripping a fistful of Kelly’s hair, yanking her head back so their eyes meet. “You wanted to treat them like they’re beneath you? Then let me show you how it feels.”

In one swift motion, Eleanor pushes Kelly’s face to the floor, pressing her cheek against the cold tile, right where you had knelt earlier. “Lick the ground where you made *my* pets kneel.”

Kelly’s breath catches in her throat, her humiliation palpable. She hesitates, but Eleanor’s foot presses firmly against the back of her head, reminding her of her place. Kelly’s coworkers watch, some in shock, others in barely contained amusement as she begins to lower her lips to the floor, utterly broken.

But Eleanor isn’t finished. “Take off her shoes,” she commands, her eyes flicking toward you and Emily.

You both jump into action immediately, your humiliation momentarily forgotten as you fumble to obey. You can feel the weight of Eleanor’s control like a physical ****. As you pull Kelly’s heels from her feet, exposing her bare toes to the room, she whimpers, fully aware of just how far she’s fallen.

Eleanor looks down at her, disgust evident in her expression. “I don’t want to hear a word from you unless I ask for it. You will serve *me* now. If you ever step out of line again, this will seem like a reward in comparison.”

Kelly, thoroughly broken, nods her head against the floor, her humiliation complete.

Then Eleanor raises her voice, addressing her coworkers. “This is what happens when someone tries to take what’s mine without permission. I hope the rest of you take note.”

The message is clear, and the room is filled with a thick, uncomfortable silence as everyone realizes that Eleanor isn’t just talking to Kelly. Her dominance extends over everyone here, and no one will dare cross her again.

Satisfied, Eleanor steps back, her expression softening only slightly as she looks at you and Emily. “Now, stand up,” she says quietly, her authority still undeniable. You both obey instantly, hearts pounding as the intensity of the moment washes over you.

She casts one last disdainful glance at Kelly, still kneeling and humiliated on the floor. “Clean yourself up,” she mutters, before turning on her heel and walking out of the office, the click of her boots leaving a lasting echo in the room.

You and Emily follow behind, your roles cemented once again in the order of Eleanor’s world.