NINE

Daniel Winters saw Jane’s head slump in defeat as she answered him in a still small voice, “Yes sir.”

Strange how he hadn’t noticed how melodious her voice was until now. She took one last look at her assailant before she turned around and headed to his room with a walk that looked as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. His blazer reached just right above her knees and swayed like ever so gently to her movements and as his eyes trailed down her slender legs, he noticed that the back of her heels was bleeding.

His mouth curled downwards and he recalled her mentioning that she was ‘leaking’. And didn’t she say she had a baby too? The puzzles pieces started to come together to form a blurry picture, and it wasn’t a picture with a bed of roses, rather, it was one of thorns. Either she was a single mother or her drug addict husband was forcing her to work.

“Here’s my account number,” Mr