Tomoe was feeling quite relaxed as she settled into her newly inherited chair in the office, eager to begin her day's work. She couldn't help but admire the sleek design and plush upholstery that enveloped her body like a soft cocoon. Little did she know, her innocent appreciation of the chair's comfort would soon turn into a moment of sheer horror.
As she leaned back, feeling the support of the chair against her spine, she suddenly felt the desperate urge to make a pit stop. With a slight flush rising on her cheeks, she sprang out of her chair, hurriedly making her way to the nearest bathroom. The sound of her heels clicking against the linoleum floor mingled with the rush of blood pounding in her ears.
Inside the stall, she quickly relieved herself, the soothing sound of running water masking any noises she might make. Satisfied at last, she stood up, feeling the weight of the world seeming to lift from her shoulders. She didn't notice the dawdler that had entered the bathroom mere moments after her, or the sluggish movement of their feet towards the last occupied stall.
Taking her sweet time, Tomoe washed her hands methodically, drying them with paper towels that she carefully scrunched together in her palms. She sauntered out of the stall, tucking a wayward lock of hair behind her ear as she strutted towards the sink. It was then that she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her eyes widening in shock as they met her own glassy orbs.
There it was - a huge, foul-smelling turd staring back at her, barely concealed beneath the hem of her skirt. The stench made her gag, and she frantically looked around for the culprit. It couldn't have been her, could it? Her mind reeled as she searched for an explanation. Then, like a bolt of lightning, she remembered the chair.
With trembling hands, she rushed back to her office, her heels clicking against the floor in a rapid tattoo. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood before her desk and slowly lowered herself back into the chair, dreading the inevitable truth that awaited her. She could already feel the warmth emanating from the spot where the turd must have been deposited.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before reaching back and feeling around. Her hand brushed against something wet and cold, and she recoiled in horror. There it was – a big pile, steaming on the seat of her office chair. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to process this new information.
"Oh my god," she whispered, her words thick with disbelief. How could this have happened? She didn't even know anyone who would do such a thing. Tomoe leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and put her head in her hands, trying to make sense of it all. A chill ran down her spine as she realized that someone had deliberately defiled her chair – her safe space – and there was nothing she could do about it.
