Chapter 2 - Life is so unfair.

Kimberly was ready to go when she had second thoughts inquiring about the arrogant man's condition, which led her closer to the bed. Before she begins speaking, she takes a few deep breaths to compose herself.

"Mr., Are you sure you're all right?" She repeated her question to the man but received no response, so she left out the room.

"Excuse me, Sir, where can I get a ride to the Subway?" She approached the security personnel to whom the man was talking earlier.

"Subway? But it's already late, Lady, it would take you four hours journey to go there, and there's no car available here." He replied courteously.

"What about taxis? Is it possible for you to call me a cab, please?" She insists.

"The shuttle will be available at five tomorrow morning and take you outside the villa, where you can get a ride to the taxi station, but if it is important, why don't you ask Mr. Conner to give you a ride?" He suggested that she let out a long sigh.

"I'm sorry, Madam." He apologized.

"That's okay, thank you," Kimberly answered and gave a friendly smile before turning around and heading back to the room.

"Freaking crazy! He got me this far, and I had no idea where this place was, then shouted at me to leave. Damn him! I don't want to see him again. If only I could kick him out!" She was walking while muttering to herself. She took a deep breath before returning to the room, but surprisingly, he was not in bed.

"Where is he?"

She was about to leave when she heard noises from the restroom, which caused her to turn around. The arrogant, haughty, self-important maniac was vomiting hard at the toilet. Seeing him in such a pitiful state was a truly heartbreaking sight. A man who formerly exercised authority like a superior can no longer even pull himself up by his own bootstraps.

"Hey, Mr., be cautious." She called out as she hurried to assist him in standing and returning to bed. Because she had such tiny arms, carrying him caused her some pain. She dipped some face towels in water and then wiped his face.

"What are you doing?" The man tried to stop her in pain.

"I believe you require this in order to feel better." She responded.

"Did I ask you to do it?" He arrogantly asked. Despite his illness, he maintained his superior attitude.

"No, but it will help you." She gently argued. He quickly grabbed the towel from her hand and wiped it on his head.

"Why are you still here, even after I told you to leave?"

"Yes, I would have liked to, but I'm not familiar with this place, and the security said___," She replied.

"Enough!" The man yelled and sat on the bed, holding his head in pain.

"If you drink some coffee, it might make things easier for you." She suggested.

"Enough! I said enough of you! I don't want to hear your remarks!" He yelled out again in annoyance.

"Maybe because of that lousy, stupid show you perform in front of me, which gives me such a headache! I'm telling you, it wasn't very nice! Don't you ever do it again!" He scolded.

Then it was a long silence.

Kimberly does not feel at ease around this individual. She wants to talk to him but fears that he will behave differently or return to his wicked ways.

"Why does this man act moodily? He was quiet and then suddenly got upset. Does he have an attitude problem that no one can intervene with? He is not old and is a good-looking guy. Why does he treat me ungratefully?" Kimberly has a lot of ideas once again. She made a few movements as she realized there would be no dialogue for the rest of the night.

Unexpectedly, the man speaks while keeping his eyes closed. He's pretending to be asleep.

"What's your name?" He questioned.

"It's Anne." She murmured.

"Anne, what kind of Anne? Animals?" He hastily stood up to face her fury.

Again?!

"Excuse me?" She said in a monotone.

"Does it have something to do with the name that she provided? The reason why this man got angry once again? She should have thought of other words.

"Why? Are you still startled someone called you an animal? So what do you think you are?" He growled at her before grabbing her by the hand.

"You have sex with different guys every night, oh! A pitiful, nasty, dirty bitch! A slut!" He shoved her onto the bed and tore her clothes off viciously.

"Please..." She cried and frantically ran through the door, but the man was quick enough to grasp her and force her against the wall.

"What now? Attempting to run away from me?" He asked, and his expression was the most terrifying it had ever been, ridiculed devilishly.

"Please... Please, Mister." She begged and now trembling uncontrollably out of fear.

"Please! What, please!" He snapped while firmly striking her head.

"What are you saying, bitch? Asking me not to hurt you?" He added, laughing crazily.

Kimberly was terrified as she attempted to shove the man away from her, but the man was violent. Her eyes welled up with tears as he threw her hardback to bed. She had the impression that this man was getting serious at this point.

"Please, Mr., you've already let me go. Please... Please don't do this." She pleaded with him consistently.

"That was a while ago, but now it's different!" The man halts his actions and smiles insanely deranged before leaping onto the bed.

"Now it's different!" He added. But despite this, she was able to escape, and quickly stood on the other side of bed before running.

"Please...don't do this... let me go." She stutteringly pleaded.

"What do you think of me, fool?!" He yelled. He snatched her back and used all of his might to seize her.

This time, he slammed her back onto the bed. It was powerful enough to knock her down and for her to writhe in agonizing pain as she struggled to get up. The man has moved on top of her and is in the process of taking off all of his clothes.

"Stop fighting! I swear you will appreciate this!" He exclaimed, wearing a satanic grin and eyes that were flaming with lust.

The man started kissing her hungrily and roughly while undressing her impatiently. She tried to stop his hand from removing her underwear, but he grabbed both her arms and seized them above her head. He positioned himself on top of her, ready to enter her forcefully. She was crying and begging, but the man continued kissing every part of her body and even left hickeys and bruises.

The agony that Kimberly felt throughout her body almost took her life. The gradual trickle of her tears ran down the side of her cheeks. Because it causes her so much misery, she can no longer exert any control over it. Her body was already paralyzed, and she had no recollection of the number of times he had come while he was growling in contentment. He had never been courteous in every single instant he did it. He indeed enjoyed it. He only stopped when he was delighted, and lay alongside her while he caught his breath since he was too weak to move.

"That was great! Let's do this again." He leaned down close to her ear and murmured. Kimberly did not answer; instead, she pulled the blanket up to cover her body and turned back at him. She does not speak because the anguish is still inside her, and it hurts her even more now realizing she is like glass that has been shattered into pieces, and cannot be put back together.

"Yeah, I am disgusting." She admitted, sobbing.

As she becomes aware of the truth, she clenches her teeth together tightly to prevent the tears that are forming in her eyes. But the more she exerts her control over it, the more she takes in. As her tears continued to flow uncontrollably, she suddenly experienced a blurring of her vision. She suppressed her tears and blew her nose softly while covering her mouth and closing her eyes. The man looked at her back and noticed that her shoulder was shaking. He also heard a quiet sniff from her.

"Who cares if she's crying? I paid for her!" He thought.

"Get that money on the floor when you leave. I think it's worth it!" He commented, attempting to seem casual, not letting himself be touched by how she was acting. As soon as he realized that there was no sound, he shut his eyes and went to sleep.

Kimberly stood up with tears running down her cheeks as she stared at the man who had got her first violently terrifying. She intends to curse him and even maybe kill him, but why will she do any of those things?

This is now her job.

A prostitute!

She needs the money so badly; why would she be mad at someone who will give it to her? Then she thought life wasn't fair. Contrary to this arrogant evil man who wasted the money by spending it on useless, nonsense stuff. She who needed it the most is in pain only to have it.

"Why isn't it fair?" She asked and cried.

Around five in the morning, Kimberly painfully had a quick shower as she didn't sleep the whole night. Everything that happened was still in her head, every single moment, and she couldn't do anything but cry. Then picked up all the money scattered on the floor like the man said and left. She rides on the first trip of the shuttle to the bus station.