Room 1408.

The room is dimly lit, the air is filled with the smell of sex and alcohol; the guy lying next to the girl is panting heavily. She on the other hand is lying next to him, all curled up; soft whimpers are coming out of her lips. The guy wraps his muscular arms around her waist and pushes her a little away from him. She opens her eyes halfway through and stares at the guy, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; his dark brown eyes are closed. His sharp features are glistening, when the little rays of the sun hits his face that is coming in through the window. Forwarding her hand, she caresses his thin lower lip with her index finger and closes her eyes.

"Get out." He says in a harsh tone from beside her. Her eyes flutter open completely hearing his harsh words; she always thinks why he acts so badly with her? Retracting her hand back to herself she sits up, her lower belly aches in the bitter sweet pain. A groan comes out of her mouth and her hands go straight to on top of her lower belly, to caress it. His clothes and hers are scattered around on the floor. The entire room is a mess, the bed sheet is all crinkled; pillows are off the bed. 

She leans down and picks up the dress he gave her; a black tight dress that's above knee length. It puts her milky skin on display, which he likes to stare at. When she is with him, showing a little too much skin is a necessity. She walks in the bathroom and closes the door shut behind her. Leaning against the marbled basin counter, she stares at her bruised body. Blue and purple bite marks blossomed on the supple skin of her neck; her black hair all messed up from being pulled. Her plump pink lips have now turned fuller and redder, due to the torture his teeth has done.

Turning on the tap, she flashes some water on her face and runs her fingers through her hair to give them a quick fix. Slowly she slides in the dress, and zips it from behind. Upon walking out she sees him, lying on the bed with a cigarette in between his lips. She slowly looks around for her shoes; she finds one of the heels near the foot of the bed and the other by the lounge area. He always does this, throws her out when he's done. He doesn’t care one bit for; yes she is here to provide a service, but still she is a human and she deserves to be treated well. "Here." He puts the money on the side table. He never hands her the money, always throws it on the table as if it's a gesture from him to remind her that she’s nothing to him. Nothing, but a girl who he uses when he wants to and when he is done, he just throws her out.

She picks up the money and puts in her purse and walks towards the door, hoping for him to stop her for once, it's been a year now, by now she should have understood that he's never going to stop her. He's never going to be hers, yet somehow she has become his. Truly devoted to him and only him, no other guy has existed for her, since the first time she meet him. Even if he stopped giving her money, she would still come running to him. His touch lingers over her body when she’s not with him; her body begs for him, her heart aches for him.

 After staring at him for a while she walks up to the exit door and gets out of the room. She leans on the door of room number 1408; the room where it all started. A love story with no ending, a love that only hurts her; a love that is from one side and from other side there is nothing but despair. Tears trickle down her cheeks while she stares ahead blankly, she knows she should stop but she can’t. After wiping her face with the back of her hand, she heads towards the elevator. She gets in the elevator as it arrives and presses the button for the ground floor. Tears starts falling from her eyes again and this time cries starts coming out of her mouth. She breathes heavily and tries to stop crying, her face starts going red. As soon as the elevator stops at the ground floor, she quickly wipes off her face and composes herself and walks out and walks through the hotel lobby, towards the exit of the hotel. When she reaches out of the hotel, her eyes fall on his obedient chauffeur; who is waiting for her, beside one of his fancy cars. 

"Hello ma'am." Ryan greets her, half bowing holding the car door open for her to get in. This is nothing new; Ryan is always in front of the hotel, waiting for her, ever since the first time. This is a way of Alex Anderson, to show her that he is the one in control; he is the one who pays her bills. "Thanks Ryan." She gives him a polite smile and sits in the car. He gets in the driver's seat and starts driving. He heads to the direction of her apartment as instructed by Alex. Yes, the man that has been controlling her life for a while now, and she’s willingly letting him do it. She never questions him nor does he ever try to give her any reasoning behind his doings.

"No take me to a restaurant, I'm very hungry." She says looking out the window. "Ma'am Mr. Anderson won't be happy about it, it's better if you just get some food delivered to your apartment." He says while driving. It’s as if he feels bad for her, he is aware of the abuse his boss does to her. The bruises on her tell him clearly what his boss is capable of doing to her. And he is even fully aware of how stupid the girl on the back seat is. "I'm tired and bored of eating alone Ryan, please take me to a nice fancy restaurant, maybe one of the places where Mr. Anderson goes to with his fiancé." She sighs, when she hears herself. The man she loves is all ready occupied with someone else; someone that he proudly shows off to the world, whereas he keeps her hidden from the world and acts as if she is some kind of an abomination. "Umm okay ma'am, as you say." He says and takes a u-turn.