I stood in Castor's workshop at Megablock 4, the scene eerily reminiscent of just a few hours earlier. Castor moved around me, his presence was both familiar and unsettling. The air was thick with the scent of oil and metal, the familiar sounds of the workshop echoing in my ears.
As I worked on dismantling guns and checking software, Castor's movements became increasingly intrusive. There were accidental brushes of his hand against mine, seemingly innocent yet charged with an underlying intention. I tried to focus on my work, but the atmosphere grew more oppressive with each passing moment.
Then, Castor closed in on me, his touch no longer accidental. He reached out, his hand boldly touching my butt, then sliding under the waistband of my pants. My body froze, a sense of helplessness washing over me.
