You walk into the lounge in the hotel lobby, dimly lit, fancy, not many people, just a group of men. They turn their heads when they hear your footsteps, that’s when you see it.. those two men you had beaten bloody last time you saw eachother.

“Well well.. look who it is..” you smirk seeing both their faces still beaten.

Clearly one didn’t take it that well.. the same guy that started the fight last time. He walks up to you, “What did you just say?” He spits out coldly. His friends start becoming more alert of what’s happening.

“Woahh.. careful now.. you know what happened last time.” You chuckle.

“That’s it..” He practically growls out in a cold warning.

He grabs a bottle, smacking it in half and shoving you down to the couch, he looks you dead in the eye as he forces the glass into your thigh, your pained cries filled the room as blood dripped down your leg. You tried to stop him but he was too strong.

Eventually his friends pulled him off me and dragged him away. So you managed to get the glass out finally and quickly went upstairs to the hotel room.

After hours of tending to the wound, you finally stop the bleeding. Now it was him time to get what he deserved, again.

You grab a knife, putting it in your pocket and looking around the hotel for a while until you finally found his room. Picking the lock and slipping inside, you shut the door behind you and sneak over to the bed. You crawl onto his lap getting your knife out and pressing it to his throat, but now. He was fully awake..

He looks at you, feels the knife, he knows exactly what you’re here for.. but now.. he’s gripping your hips with one hand, the other hand on your lower, lower stomach, pushing you away before sliding it to your hip, pulling you closer…