Uncertain, she rose to follow him to a door in the back of the room that she had not noticed till now. He unlocked it, opened it, and stepped inside. “Come,” he said, as he saw her hesitation.

Emma went in cautiously and saw it was a small bathroom and changing area in the middle of which was a chair with a cushioned seat and cane back.

“This is my private chamber,” Andoh said. “Sometimes I need to change into ceremonial clothes for visiting dignitaries.”

“Yes please,” Emma said. “It’s nice.”

“Please sit over there.” He pointed to the chair.

“Sir?”

“Sit down on the chair.”

Emma did so uneasily, not clear what was going on. Andoh approached her.

“You remember how I said you must perform well to my satisfaction?” he said, caressing her face.

Oh God, she thought. Please, not this.

He circled around to the back of the chair. “Well, now is the time.”

She went rigid as his heavy hand slipped into her blouse, fondling one breast, and then the other. His finger wormed into her bra to stroke her nipple back and forth like a windshield wiper.

“Your skin is so soft and beautiful,” he said, breathing heavily. “If all goes well, you can start in the Homicide Division tomorrow, okay? I’m sure you will work out there very well.”

Emma let out a whimper. “Please sir.”

“What is it?”

“I beg you, sir.”

He chortled. “Beg me for what? To make love to you?”

She began to cry.

“Why are you crying?” he demanded. “What are the tears for? Are you a small girl?” He sounded annoyed. “Stand up. Come on, stand up.”

Emma covered her face in shame, hyperventilating as Andoh unbuttoned her blouse. His jowls were in her face. He tried to kiss her, but she pulled her head back. He tugged his pants and shorts down to his thighs. She caught a glimpse of his erect penis and turned her head away quickly, utterly mortified and repulsed.

“Take off your dress,” he ordered.

She shook her head, pleading with him. “No please. I beg you, sir.”

“Stop this,” he said, his tone becoming harsh. “Do what I say.”

He pulled her forcefully to the ground with one hand and began working her dress up with the other. Emma resisted. He leaned on her, his big body suppressing her struggles.

What was happening? Why was this happening? Her panic rose to a crescendo and she screamed.

“No one can hear you,” Andoh muttered. “If you try to tell anyone about this, they won’t believe you and you will be disgraced.”

He was trying to tug her underwear down, but that didn’t work, so he tore it instead. Emma looked away, weeping as he grunted and huffed, moving his big body into position. She remembered what Daddy had said. Go for his eyes, his balls.

“Let me take off my dress properly for you,” she said, her voice shaking. “I can do it for you, sir.”