In the sanctuary of the office, beneath the polished desks and pristine floors, an unnerving incident was about to unfold. A potent mixture of fear and humiliation seeped into Don's bones as he was roughly pulled aside by Alan.

Alan was relentless, his eyes gleaming with a fervor that sent chills down Don's spine. In one swift move, he dragged Don into the seclusion of the bathroom. There was an ugly gleam in his eyes, a ruthless need for control that left Don feeling vulnerable and exposed.

"I need to see it," Alan insisted, his grip firm on Don's waistband. Despite Don's protests and futile struggles, he yanked the fabric down, the sudden force tearing the seams. The sound of the ripping cloth echoed ominously in the confined space, a harsh reminder of the situation's gravity.

Alan scrutinized him with a clinical detachment that only made the encounter more humiliating. The inspection was quick, but each passing second felt like an eternity to Don. A rush of relief washed over him when it was over, replaced almost immediately by the bitter taste of humiliation.

Tears welled up in Don's eyes as he rushed out of the bathroom, a mix of disbelief and dread gnawing at his insides. He made his way back to his desk, hiding the tell-tale signs of his encounter. The office was eerily quiet, his colleagues blissfully unaware of the cold wind of reality that had just swept through their workspace.