My beautiful boss

Two minutes later, Peter asked, "Griffith, do you know the difference between you and me?" He sat on the sofa with his arm around Shelly, just as the pretentious rich men from the capital did.

"How dare you! You will regret treating me like this, you son of a bitch!" Griffith roared.

"Looks like you could use more beating. Hey, you two, do you need me to teach you how to do your jobs?" Peter asked, unsatisfied with their performance.

Hearing this made the two feel pressured to give stronger blows.

'Damn it, not only does he make us beat ourselves up, he also gets crazy when he's unhappy. What can we possibly do about that?' they thought.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

The two men slapped Griffith even harder for fear that Peter would ask them to slap themselves if they left him unsatisfied.

Watching, the beautiful ladies around them were confused.

'Weren't the men here to teach Peter a lesson? What were they doing to themselves? Why are Griffith's own men beating him up?'

If they did not know better, they would think that the two men were Peter's, not Griffith's.

A few minutes later, Peter gestured them to stop. "Do you know the difference between you and me?" he asked once again.

"What the fuck," Griffith replied. The two were panting, but hearing Griffith's words, they prepared themselves for the command to resume the beating.

"Damn it, do you want to die?

Haven't you had enough?" one said.

"If you want to die, do it yourself. Don't get us involved, will you?" added the other.

"If it weren't for you and your sick plan to get back at Peter, we wouldn't be here and be humiliated like this!

This is all your fault!" they exclaimed.

In anger, the two men slapped Griffith harder and harsher until their hands grew numb.

Griffith almost wanted to weep. 'Are these really my men? Why are they acting more as if they were Peter's?

insulting, '

Peter, but as it turned out, he was the one being crushed, and by his own men

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

speech was cut off with a smack every other word. He could not take it anymore. He

Peter commanded with a wave of his hand. Immediately, the two

between you

finally answered. He didn't have the guts to talk back this

you're a bastard and you are no match for me, five times.

said Peter casually.

was humiliating. If he said those words out loud, would he still have

seems you haven't had enough slaps,"

shivered and finally obeyed.

Smack! Smack! Smack! "I am good for nothing! I am

to eat? Why are you slapping so lightly and why is your voice so soft? Do you want me to do that

am good for nothing!

slapped himself harder and shouted even louder, tears

evil Peter was. He did not do things the way they were

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! "I am good for nothing! I am a bastard! I

yelling. It was so hard that Griffith felt as if he would pass out and go into a

to Shelly. "This good-for-nothing bastard is making me lose my appetite. Let's enjoy our

and looked at

about to leave, he threw him

he wanted to kill himself.

to get out, he spared no

happened was just too degrading.

in response to what Peter said, she replied, "You're such

loudly patted Shelly's shapely ass. "How can you talk to me like that, Shelly? Does this

not what I meant! Sorry," Shelly apologized immediately. A few

hand away now? People are looking at

sorry, I forgot about that," Peter replied apologetically, taking his hand back at once. He pretended