Hen in the Snakes Nest

Jessy and I enter a dark room through the double doors we were left at. She reached around the wall and clicked on a light. I gasped a little as I looked around. “Is this his room?” I asked in disbelief. Why would this man bring me to his room? I was enraged, though Lasaya, the whore, seemed excited. I did my best at shutting her out.

The room was dark, dark walls, dark curtains that blocked out the sun. A huge king-sized bed with a black comforter and sheets, it was unmade and looked slept in. The pillows and sheets were all disarrayed. There was a closet that was opened and clothes thrown everywhere around the room except for the empty laundry basket where they belonged. There was also a fireplace that looked to be electric with no fire going, and another door which I assumed led to a bathroom.

I walked to the window and pulled open the dark curtains. The sun had already set so it didn’t bring much light in, but I was surprised to find that what I assumed to be a window was a double