Sin City Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

“You want me to behave, little nun?” He rested his arms on the table like he had nowhere else to be. Cigarette was behind his ear, and his eyes were locked on me. “You’re too pretty for this place,” he said. “Bet you don’t even know it.” I tried to focus on sorting cans. But he didn’t let up. “You’ve got fire in you,” he whispered. “Wasting it here? That’s the real sin.” I glared at him. “That’s blasphemy.”

Zara’s eyes snapped open in the dim motel room. The digital clock on the bedside table glowed 5:40 a.m. Her body felt heavy, her head still fuzzy from the long night and the alcohol. Riley was snoring beside her, one arm thrown over the pillow. Zara sat up, careful not to wake her friend. The memory of what she and Riley had seen through the wall hit her again, Mr. Ramirez and his friend taking turns with Ms. Elena Voss, the moans, the sight of his thick, veiny cock. She pushed the thought away and slipped out of bed.