She left an envelope on the table, “I’ve brought the money for this month, I’ll be going now.”
She was still in her courier uniform, her face haggard.
She had another meal to deliver soon.
“Be at the Crescent Moon Hotel, room 107 tonight. Don’t make me wait,” came a low, seemingly mundane voice.
Megan’s body stiffened, and she managed a forced smile. “Aren’t we done?”
Lucian looked at her as if hearing a joke, his lips curling into a sardonic smile, his eyes devoid of any warmth. “It ends when I say it ends, understand?”
It took Megan a long time to respond, then she nodded. “I… understand.”
In the dead of night, the bed creaked with the motion of two bodies, the low moans echoing through the darkness.
“Rose, Rose…” the man’s voice was thick with agony.
Megan tried to cover her ears to block out the sounds, but the disparity in their physical strength was clear.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
It felt like an eternity before it finally ended.
The man sat up and lit a cigarette.
Megan headed to the bathroom to take a shower before dressing to leave.
“Remember who you are. As long as Rose doesn’t wake up, you’re nothing but a sinner, understand?”