Heartbreak Hotel : Concubine

Body of Proof

D e c e m b e r  26.

02:00 am

The car honking finally made it to my ears along with yells of teenagers and other drunk people. I stare emotionless at the wall, resting on the side of my body. My legs, arms and back ache, but my crotch burns from the aftermath of the  night's actions. The blood turned cold, sticky and was now dry between my legs and on the sheets. I couldn't think, let alone move from the spot I was in.

The rude, dream god man had taken my virginity.

Three hours ago, it had all went down from stripping, staring, light touching and to relentless, rough thrusts of the strong man who was sleeping beside me. His arm was loosely around my waist, what I had determined was done subconsciously and in his sleep. I curled up more and further away from the heat that came out of his body. Touching wasn't necessary at the moment, but I was also very reluctant with moving his arm away.

I close my eyes and the still vivid memories come rushing forward.

His stare was burning cold. As he smoked his cigarette, sitting on that bed, watching me take off my clothes, I felt how, piece by piece, I was taking layers of my protection off. Now only in my undergarments, I stare absently to the side. The floor kept me company as my emotions and  rationale went on a rampage. For several moments, he said nothing. He simply stared. I could feel how his eyes caressed my skin. I could feel how the warmth spread through my stomach. I was nervous. And that nervousness was slowly spreading.

But I felt it. I knew it. It was there. The excitement. My body was going against my brain, itching to get that first touch. That first caress. 

And moments would pass before it would come. His teasing glare was nothing more than oil to the fire. The warmth pooled to my face and down to my nether regions. I let out a sigh and that's when he approached me. I stared at the tattooed torso, amusing myself by tracing every outline of the art. His pecks moved as his arm did, coming around to unclip my bra. I let it fall. It was getting too hot to protest. In this room, in the middle of winter, this room was as hot as a sauna. Or at least that's how it felt in the moment. I swallowed dryly. His fingers slowly traced the skin under my breasts, thumb  poking at the bottom of them. I let out a shaky breath. 

The strength to stay rational and logical throughout the session was slowly leaving me. I would shudder every time his fingers would touch my perky n*****s, and let out a quiet hum as his hands crossed over my hips. It felt like ice was being put on a heated stove. His hands were cold, but my skin was hot. The opposite temperature created delightful friction with this caresses. My skin would perk up as goosebumps shot up and down my spine. When he stood behind me, I saw his robe fall to the floor. I stared at the bed. He pressed his front to my beck, and I could feel the heat he was emanating slowly seep in. He pressed his crotch against my behind. His excitement seemed to match my own. Or was it even more than that. 

His touch slowly turned to tentative, warm kisses. Before I knew it, I found myself on the bed, front spread out for him. Everything was in his view. There was nothing that he would miss. I suppressed every sound as best as I could, but his skilled mouth gave me no choice. He kissed me, taking my mouth as his own, as he slowly began to dominate my body. 

I was told, long ago, that when these moments came, I should enjoy them. That I should let go. But that after the heat has evaporated and the clouded thoughts have cleared up, I should remember where I come from. His kiss, touch, breath, skin, warmth, everything was causing my mind to lose itself in the pleasure.

He prepared me thoroughly, and soon, my back was arching from the ecstasy. I groaned out. 

And then it came. The first thrust. My eyes widened as I stared up at the ceiling. Throughout this journey, I couldn't look at him once, and he didn't ask me to. His words were made out of gentle teasing and the satisfying grunts as he approved of my delicacy. But the pain was something that woke me up from the dazed state. I felt as my muscles tensed up, my body turning to stone as I swallowed the painful cry.

It was different from the kinds of pain I felt before. Piercing. Scorching. Like someone was scraping me from the inside. He allowed me to get used to his size for a few moments. And then the movements begun.

I found out then and there, that his stamina was one that could go unmatched. As soon as he felt me relax, he went berserk. He f****d me like he had always yearned for me. Like my body was something he had to have. Like my insides were the only ones that he ever felt. 

And then the aftermath came. It was a silent night. As I lay in his bed, I try to take up as little space as possible. His touch had now turned cold and appalling. I wanted it gone. I wanted to get out of this place. Sleep also wasn't knocking at my door even though my body was more than exhausted. I kept thinking about that first thrust. And that first orgasm as it wrecked my body. His deep groan as he approved of it and his body shaking as he surrendered to his own. The memory was not needed. It made me feel a type of way I didn't know how to describe. But my mind simply couldn't stop. But...once the faces of my two friends showed up in my head, I couldn't help but smile. Their idiotic laughter echoed through my memories and their voices somehow offered me comfort. Their happiness offered me strength. 

They are my peace.

After another half an hour of trying to close my eyes, I finally concluded that it was better if I were to just get up, get dressed and leave. The procedure of achieving that was harder than sneaking into the private chambers of the Queen of England. It took me several tries before I could sneakily move his arm off my waist and then slowly sit up on the bed. I was a fool to think that the beast was actually asleep and would let me off without any further damage. My actions were stopped as my back hit the bed, my body sinking into the soft mattress. I blinked in surprise, not even one squeal managing to escape from my throat as the man's lips immediately devoured mine. The butterflies I felt when he first laid his fingers on me, were back again and the tightness in the pit of my stomach formed like the first time. My heart beat wildly against my chest and I almost forgot how to breathe from the kiss.

Despite my mind's best efforts to deny that I liked it, my body flared up like a candle and sparks flew out making my skin all tingly. But I always pushed myself to think through every situation before I let my instincts take over. My hands made it to his broad chest, almost groaning at the feel of his muscles, and I pushed with all my might. Isaac broke this kiss, his breath now fanning my cheek as he slowly positioned himself between my legs.

"Stop."

I bit out through the heat and his eyes immediately flew to mine before a smirk formed like no other.

"That's not what your body says."

He retorted back with a winning tone. His foul mouth knew how to keep the fire burning, and his tone was always one that teased. I groaned, feeling the tip of his member touch the sore entrance. My struggle was futile, as I was powerless against his giant form. Gathering all the strength I had, before the pleasure would consume my body and mind, I said through gritted teeth. 

"It's what I say."

I gave him a stern look, my nails digging into his skin. I'm sure, that in that moment, a little bit of the fighter I had buried within me came out. For a second, he seemed to be struck by the look in my eyes. But it was gone as fast as it came. Annoyed, Isaac clicked his tongue and rolled off of me to the other side of the bed.

I let out a sigh of relief. The tension left and my body sagged on the bed. 

At least he respect the rules of consent.

I thought to myself as I slowly sat up. My eyes fell on the broad back. I kept replaying the evening and our meeting. There was something that told me I wasn't meant to be here. I wasn't meant to be in his bed. There was something that told me to leave. As fast as I could. But aside from that, I didn't want nor need more actions for the night, my tired and heated body seemingly agreeing with me when I finally managed to get out of the bed. I could feel his stare on every inch of my back and rear, the coldness of his personality returning like a boomerang. Still, I had no other choice than to get dressed and leave this place. What happened in this room would stay behind these doors and both me and him would forget about it.

Or so I desperately hoped.

My dressing was done as fast as possible, feet shuffling on the floor as I hurried to put my sneakers on. All the while, he was restlessly staring at me, watching me like a hawk. It made me sweat. I wished he would just look away. Or that an ember from his cigarette would fly into one of them.

"What?"

I questioned when I finally decided to give him some of my attention. He blinked once, though slowly, before looking away from me without a word. A small scoff played its way out of my mouth and I finally walked to the door.

Our time ended quickly. I exited the room without a single glance back and not even as small goodbye. That's how it's supposed to be. I came here to get the deal done and once it happens I would no longer have the purpose to stay in this place. But something still persistently decided to prod at the weak part of my mind. Admittance and realization hit me hard once I entered the elevator. The god-like man had made cruel love to me and my stupid, female self liked it. I couldn't help it, rather it wasn't in my power to decide whether I do or don't. 

"Fuck.."

I leaned on the wall of the elevator. The way he did it was something I hadn't expected. I would have probably been in a pinch if I had done it once more with him. Even though it was just one time with him, one session, I knew his s*x was very addictive. What was it that the hostess said? He's top tier? He must have ton of customers. If I had done it one more time, I would become one of them. Not that I could afford him. But I would be addicted. And that would be bad. Very bad. For both my v****a and my heart. 

It was despicable and unacceptable. Men have two brains, both thinking separately. While women have one brain as both their heart and v****a are connected. We love before we think. 

Once the door to the elevator opened with a small ping, I stormed out, returning the way I had first come with the hostess. The hallways were closing in. It felt like the exit was further and further away. It felt like time was running out on me. With quick steps, I finally reached the first hallway. I knew that the reception was just down the stairs, around the corner. I quickly went down. Moving towards the red carpet that was leading customers into and out of the hotel. It was right there. The door out was right there. 

I stopped in my tracks. 

Cold air seeped under my jacket and into my skin. I shuddered. My eyes looked at the reception desk. The red light was pinging on one of the gadgets. The noise it was making was utterly annoying. I stared at it for a while. 

A gust of cold air brought the smell along with it. My hands balled into fists. There was no one here. Not at the desk, not in the halls, not on the stairs. There was no one. Not even customers. My jaw clenched. I didn't want to look in that direction, as I had just passed by it, but the smell won me over. 

Turning around, I stared at the door that was stationed right across from the stairs that led to the elevator and the left wing. The doors were regular size, completely secluded from the, what I presumed would be, bustling path of customers and employees. It was even in the dark. The only light that was illuminating it, creating a shadow, was the one from the chandelier. 

Wind once more struck through the open door, and I had to turn my head away. The smell was awful. 

My eyes fell on the entrance door. 

I was supposed to leave. I was stalling. But also, there was this underlying fear that something was very, very wrong. 

In a split second,  I made my decision. Telling myself that I would only check it out for a bit and that if there was nothing there, I would just leave. But what if there was? A voice kept prodding. What will you do then Rose? Leave. The outcome wouldn't change. 

I walked towards the door slowly. My steps were unheard as my boots softly traced the wet steps left on the floor. Someone came through this door, out from the cold. Up to the reception desk and then returned the same way. The second set of shoeprints disappear as they near the door. Almost like a ghost. At that point, I stood in front of the cracked door. I looked through the opening, seeing as there was a tad bit of snow left on the dead flowers and grass. It must be the way to the back yard. 

How big is this place? It's like a maze.

I pushed the door open. The left over snow created a very light, heartfelt pattern around the yard. As I stepped on a small step, I noticed that there were shoe prints in the grass. Whoever was moving around, stepped in the snow and then came in through the door. I stood a few meters into the lifeless garden. I couldn't see anything. It was dark, and the fog was lightly coming down, covering the whole hotel in a sleepy coat. There was even light rain coming down. 

Slowly beginning to back up, I stared into the darkness for several minutes. I couldn't see anything. There was no one. I almost thought that it was just me and the man I had slept with in this hotel. It was eerie. 

A noise to my left, stopped me in my tracks. My body froze. I stared in the direction, squinting just to try and see if there was anything there. I couldn't make anything out. For several moments, I stood there. But nothing. 

Just as wind picked up again and the smell came back, stronger than before, a cold, liquid like, drop fell onto my cheek. And then another. And another. My fingers shot up to my face, wiping it off as I turned towards the door. I grunted. Only to, a few rubs between fingertips, realize that the liquid was thicker than water. It couldn't be the melting snow. As I was in the shadow,  I stretched my arm to the part where the little lightbulb brightened up the spot. My fingers made it to the light and the bright red color of fresh blood burned itself into my brain. I stood there. 

My head moved up. 

The first thing I saw were feet. One foot bare and the other still with a heel on. Her legs were twisted to the inside of her body's posture, feet facing each other. Her skirt was ripped and loosely hanging off of her hips, as was her coat. Her clothes were all...ripped. Like she was assaulted. But that wasn't the gnarly part. She was hanging off the building.  Just above the light. Whoever killed her, had enough strength to get her up there. It was some kind of rod sticking out of her neck, most likely from a hanging lantern that was there, as there were several others placed around the walls of the hotel. They pierced her throat and left her hanging like that. 

Her arms were broken. Her fingers were broken.

She has no eyes. 

I stared into her face. Stared into the holes which were supposed to hold the two eyeballs. And I tried to piece together how she looked like. I looked at her shoe again. And it was then that I realized who it was. 

Time stopped for god only knows how long. I couldn't move a muscle. Everything was seemed so far away. Only the two of us remained. And she was staring at me. The hostess that had kindly escorted me and took care of me until my sleepless night with that man, was hanging off a lantern post, her corpse butchered and possibly assaulted. 

She was dead.

And I was the first to find her.