"The Traumatized Intern"

I sat at my desk, trying to focus on the papers in front of me, but my mind kept wandering. As an intern for the yakuza, I was still getting used to the fast-paced and often chaotic environment. But it wasn't just the work that was overwhelming - it was the constant barrage of sights, sounds, and smells that threatened to overwhelm me at any moment. You see, I suffered from severe age regression issues, and my mental state was that of a newborn baby. The slightest thing could set me off, and I was always on edge. I tried to take deep breaths and calm myself down, but it was no use. The fluorescent lights above flickered and hummed, making my eyes water. The sound of the air conditioning unit in the corner of the room whirred and rattled, making me jump. I was a hypersensitive mess, and it was a miracle I made it through each day without completely losing it. My past wasn't easy to talk about, but I knew it was the root of my problems. My father, when I was just a baby, had been...cruel. The memories of his abuse were hazy, but the emotions lingered. The fear, the pain, the helplessness - it all came flooding back whenever something triggered me. And then, there were the elite yakuza members who seemed to take great pleasure in pushing my buttons. They would make jokes about my condition, call me names, and even go so far as to mimic my father's behavior. It was like they thought I was some kind of twisted game, a way to pass the time. But today, they took it too far. I was sitting at my desk, trying to work, when one of them started making a loud, mocking baby talk voice, complete with exaggerated lip movements and cutesy tone. I felt my heart racing, my breath catching in my throat. It was too much. I let out a whimper, and then a whine, as my body began to shake. I couldn't control it. I was trapped in a nightmare, reliving the same terror I felt as a baby. Tears streamed down my face as I rocked back and forth, my head in my hands. That's when I felt a presence behind me. A deep growl rumbled through the air, making my skin vibrate. I peeked through my fingers to see Hanji, the Prince of the Yakuza, standing behind me. His eyes blazed with fury as he gazed at the elite yakuza members. "How dare you traumatize my intern, huh?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Can you see that she has suffered enough?" I buried my head in the crook of Hanji's neck, sobbing uncontrollably. He wrapped a comforting arm around me, pulling me close. The elite yakuza members looked nervous, but Hanji wasn't finished. "From now on, you are all demoted. You will start at the bottom and work your way back up." He looked at me, his eyes softening. "And from now on, my little intern is promoted to elite yakuza rank. She will be treated with the respect and care that she deserves." I sniffled, still shaking, but a small part of me felt a sense of pride and belonging. Hanji was my boyfriend, and he was protecting me. I looked up at him, my eyes red and puffy, and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're safe now, little one," he whispered, his voice a gentle breeze on a summer day. "I'll always take care of you."