Alan, resurfacing from the dark recesses of the bathroom, took a moment to recompose himself. There was a chilling calm about him, a predator's satisfaction. He found Don in the office, slouched at his desk, trying to bury his shame and humiliation.

"You belong to me now," Alan declared, his voice as icy as his gaze. It was not a suggestion, but a command - a horrifying reality that Don was forced to accept.

Don looked up, a desperate plea in his eyes, but Alan was unyielding. "Whether you want to or not, you're mine." The sentence hung in the air, a cruel and devastating ultimatum that sent a shiver down Don's spine.

Despite every instinct screaming for him to resist, to fight back, Don felt a crippling wave of despair wash over him. In the face of Alan's authority and control, his voice seemed to die in his throat. With a sinking heart, he nodded, his agreement a mere whisper of surrender.

"Yes," he replied, the word tasting like bile in his mouth. But even as he uttered it, he knew he had to find a way out. His heart pounded in his chest, a steady drum of dread and determination. He knew he was far from the end, and it was a battle he was ready to fight.

As the office hummed back into its daily routine, Don was left alone with the heavy realization of his new reality. He could feel the weight of Alan's threat on him, a dark cloud that tainted his every moment. His once peaceful work environment had morphed into a battlefield, and he knew he had to arm himself for the struggle that lay ahead.