In the Years that Passed Pt. 2

Her body felt heavy, tired in exhaustion. The hands that gripped her lower half released their hold on her at last. A sigh was heard from above, and a weight moved away from her body.

“… pleasant as… usual…” she could faintly hear, her mind distorted from what she went through. Both physically, and mentally.

Christen managed to force her eyes open, watching a man- her customer- dress himself and leave a few bills on the table. ‘Payment', to he exact. An amount far too little for what they did.

She opened her mouth, trying to let out a word of protest at the amount left there, when the man turned to her with a glare. “What? You feel it’s too much for what we did? I thought the amount is perfect,” he spoke in slight mockery. “Besides, I already paid for the service upfront. This is all the spare change I have. Or is there a problem with this?”

Christen knew he was lying. Though he did pay for the room, the ‘service’ was different. It doesn’t come with the room; it had its own fee, and h