Chapter 2 - Life is so unfair.

The abrupt shift in this man's behavior troubled her, but the opportunity to get away from him was more important. Kimberly swiftly wore her clothing. She was on her way to the door, but the second thought of asking about his condition drew her closer to the bed. She gathered some air to breathe first before speaking.

"Mr., are you sure you're, okay?" She asked again but received no response, so she exited the room and went to the lift.

"Excuse me, sir, but where can I get a ride to the Subway?" She approached the security personnel with whom the man had been talking earlier.

"Subway? But it's already late, Madam. You'd have to travel four hours to get there, and there's no vehicle available here." He nicely responded.

"What about taxis? Could I please get a cab?"

"I'm sorry, Madam, but a taxi isn't available. The shuttle will be ready at five o'clock tomorrow morning. They can take you outside the villa to catch a ride to the taxi station. But if it's that necessary, why don't you ask Mr. Conner for a ride?" The security personnel suggested, but she only let out a sigh.

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

"It's fine, thank you." Kimberly gave a smile and retreated to the room.

"Freaking madman, he drove me this far, and I had no idea where I was, then yelled at me to leave. He's a jerk. I don't want to see him again. What should I do?" She kept on murmuring things while walking.

She took a deep breath before returning to the room, but the man was nowhere to be found.

"Where is he?" She wondered.

On her path back to the door, she was interrupted by some noise from the restroom. The arrogant, haughty madman was vomiting hard at the toilet. What an awful scenery to witness him that way. A man who once commanded with authority was now miserable and unable to lift himself.

"Hey, Mr., be careful." She remarked as she hastened to assist him in standing and returning to bed.

He was so weighty that her tiny arms ached. She took some face towels, soaked them in water, and then wiped his face.

"What exactly are you doing?" In pain, the man sought to stop her.

"I think you're going to need this to feel better," she responded.

"Did I ask you to do it?" Despite his condition, he remained snobbish.

"No, but it will be helpful to you." She insisted softly, but he took the towel from her grasp and wiped his face.

"Why are you still here? Did I tell you to leave?"

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

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

"Would you like some coffee? It would be helpful to you__."

"Enough! I've had enough of you! I don't want to hear what you're saying!" He yelled angrily. "Perhaps it's because of that disgusting, stupid show you put on in front of me, which gives me such a headache! I'm telling you; it wasn't pleasurable! Never, ever do it again!" He chastised her, but she remained quiet.

Then, there was a long silence.

Kimberly was uncomfortable with this man. She wanted to say something but feared he would change his mood or become evil again.

"Why is this man so moody? He was silent at first, then became enraged. Is he suffering from an attitude problem? He is not old and has a good appearance. How come he treats me so ungratefully?"

Kimberly had a lot on her mind once more. She shifted slightly, realizing that the night would drag on without conversation. The man spoke with his eyes closed. He's pretended to sleep.

"What's your name again?" He inquired.

"It's Anne," she mumbled.

"What, Anne? Animals?" He jumped to his feet, enraged at her.

"Again?" she thought horribly.

"Excuse me." She stated flatly. Is it connected to the name she gave, which caused this man to become enraged once more? She should have come up with different names.

"Why? Are you still shocked that someone called you an animal? Who do you think you are?" He glared and then took her hand in his.

"Oh, you have sex with a different man every night! A pitiful, filthy scumbag! A slut!" He forced her onto the bed and violently stripped off her clothes.

Kimberly struggled back, pushing him away from her.

"Please!" she screamed and dashed through the door, but the man seized her and forced her against the wall.

"What now? Are you trying to escape from me?" His face was the scariest it had ever been as he mocked demonically.

"Please... Please, Mr." She was still shaking, afraid like before.

"Please! Please tell me!" He snapped, tightening his grip on her hair. "What are you saying, bitch? Are you asking me not to hurt you?" He then roared more.

Kimberly was terrified as she tried to shove him, but the man was ruthless. He threw her stiff body back to the bed, and tears streamed down her face. She realized that this man appeared to be serious now.

"Please, Mr., you've already let me go, please... Don't do this." She begged, her eyes welling up with tears.

The man stopped and smiled like the devil once more.

"That was a while ago, but now it's different!" He jumped onto the bed, smirking like a lunatic.

Nonetheless, she managed to move aside and swiftly stand on the opposite side before running.

"Please... don't...do this... let me go..." she sobbed as she mumbled.

"What do you think of me? Fool!" He yelled, snatching her hand, grabbing her again, and slamming her back onto the bed.

It was powerful enough to knock her down and to writhe in agony. The man was now on top of her, removing all his clothes.

"Quit fighting! I swear you'll enjoy this!" He yelled, wearing a sinister grin and lustful gaze.

The man began kissing her hungrily and forcefully while eagerly undressing her. She tried to stop him from removing her clothes, but he grabbed her arms and seized them over her head. He positioned himself on top of her, preparing to force his way inside her. She cried and begged, but the man continued to kiss every part of her body, even leaving hickeys and bruises.

Kimberly's body was in excruciating pain. Her tears streamed down her face rapidly. She could no longer control it because it hurt her seriously as the man continued to rock himself violently. Her body had become paralyzed since she couldn't remember how many times he came while catching his breath and fully satisfied.

The man had never been considerate of his actions. He had indeed a good time. He eventually came exhausted and lay beside her.

"That was fantastic!" He spoke into her ear.

Kimberly did not answer; instead, she pulled the blanket over her body and turned back toward him.

"Let's do this again." He grumbled hoarsely.

She remained silent because she was still in pain, and it saddened her even more to realize she resembled a broken glass.

"Yes, I am disgusting." She sobbed.

She bit her lips hard to prevent the tears from growing in her eyes as she understood the truth. But the more she restrained it, the more she consumed. Her eyes become blurry as an effect of her uncontrollable crying. She softly cried and sniffed as she closed her eyes and covered her mouth.

The man looked behind her, observed her shoulder shaking, and heard her quiet sniff.

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

"Hey!" He began. "When you leave, take that money on the floor. I believe it is worthwhile!" He maintained his casual behaviour, refusing to be swayed by her actions. He closed his eyes and fell asleep when he didn't hear anything.

Kimberly stood, tears flowing down her cheeks, staring at the man who had gotten her first in a violent, horrible way. She intended to curse him, push him away, and possibly kill him, but why? It's her job as a prostitute. She desperately needed the money. Why would she be angry at someone who would give it to her?

Then, she realized that life is unfair. In contrast to this arrogant, heartless man who wasted money on pointless, fanciful things, she who needed it the most was in misery to get it.

"Why isn't it fair?" She inquired and sobbed.

Kimberly took a fast shower at five o'clock in the morning since she had not slept all night. Everything that had happened was still fresh in her mind, and she couldn't help but cry.

Then, as the man instructed, Kimberly left the room and picked up all the money spread on the floor. She took the first shuttle ride to the bus station.