A Dark Love |Under Construction|

Chapter 9

As I slowly came to, I was met with a wave of pain that seemed to wash over my entire body. I groaned, trying to sit up, but the movement only made things worse. I fell back onto the bed, my eyes scanning the unfamiliar room.

Where was I? I had no idea. The memories of the previous night were hazy, but as I lay there, they began to come back to me in flashes. I remembered the hotel room, the escort, and the intense sex we had.

My heart started racing as I realized what had happened. I had sex with a complete stranger, and it was amazing. I couldn't believe I had been so reckless, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

As I lay there, trying to process everything, I suddenly remembered the escort's name. "Asmodeus," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

I looked around the room again. It was a mess, with clothes scattered all over the floor and the bed frame broken. I winced, remembering the intensity of our encounter.

As I was trying to assess the damage, my body ached all over, and I could feel the weight of Asmodeus's passion still lingering inside me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but my mind was racing.

What had I gotten myself into? And how was I going to face the

As I turned my head, my gaze landed on the folded paper on the nightstand table. I groaned in pain as I reached for it, my fingers trembling as I opened it. The words on the page seemed to leap out at me, and my mouth dropped open in shock.

$2,000?! What was I supposed to do with that? I didn't have that kind of money, and I certainly didn't expect to be charged for the encounter. The note seemed to mock me, the winking face at the end of the sentence making me feel like I was in some kind of twisted joke.

I looked around the room, taking in the destruction. The bed frame was on the ground, and the wall behind me was cracked and missing plaster. It was like a war zone. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

What had happened last night?

I felt a wave of overwhelm wash over me, and I let out a deep sigh. I rubbed my forehead, trying to process everything that was happening. But it was too much. I just wanted to go back to bed and pretend that none of this had happened.

But I knew I couldn't do that. I had to face the reality of the situation. I had to figure out how I was going to pay Asmodeus back. And I had to deal with the aftermath of our encounter. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, but my mind was racing with thoughts and worries.

As I quickly scanned the room for my pants, I felt a surge of anxiety wash over me. I spotted them across the room and let out a whine of exhaustion. Why did they have to be so far away?

I took a deep breath and tried to get out of bed, but my body protested with a wave of pain. It felt like I'd been hit by a train, and every movement sent shockwaves of agony through my body.

I gritted my teeth and pushed through the pain, determined to get to my pants and phone. But as I took my first step, a sharp knife-like pain shot through the bottom of my foot and radiated up to my head. I gasped, grabbing onto the nearest piece of furniture to hold myself upright.

I made my way across the room, using the furniture for support, and finally reached my pants. I stopped to catch my breath, and as I did, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked like a mess. My hair was frazzled, my eyes had dark circles under them, and my lip was busted and swollen. I had bruises, scabs, and bite marks all over my body.

But I didn't have time to worry about my appearance. I needed to get my phone and call Mallory. I took a deep breath and bent down to pick up my pants, but as I did, a loud crack echoed through my back, making my whole body twitch uncontrollably. My insides felt like they were on fire, and I had to hold back tears as I reached for my pants.

Finally, I managed to grab them and stood up, panting heavily. I felt like I was going to collapse, but I knew I had to keep going. I had to call Mallory and let her know I was okay. I took a deep breath and began to dig through my pockets for my phone.

As I pulled out my phone and saw the numerous missed calls and texts from Mallory, my heart sank. I knew I was in trouble. I quickly dialed her number, and she answered on the first ring.

Her voice was loud and angry, and I had to pull the phone away from my ear to avoid being deafened. I winced in pain as she yelled at me, feeling a mix of guilt and anxiety.

I finally managed to cut her off and explain my situation, asking her to come pick me up. She was still clearly upset, but she agreed to come get me.

As I hung up the phone, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I knew I had to get ready quickly, but I was running on fumes. I slowly scrambled around the room, gathering my things and getting dressed.

It took every last bit of strength I had, but I finally made it out of the hotel room and into the lobby. I pushed myself out of the exit and saw Mallory's car waiting for me.

I made my way to the car, trying to act like I wasn't in immense pain. I opened the passenger side door and sat down, wincing as I buckled my seat belt. Mallory was staring at me, a look of concern on her face.

As Mallory gasped and covered her mouth, I knew I was in trouble. I tried to think of an excuse, but before I could come up with anything, she turned my face towards her and examined my swollen lip and the bruises and bites on my neck.

I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me, and I pulled away from her, trying to hide my face. I muttered something about being fine and not having enough time to take a shower, but I knew it was a weak excuse.

Mallory looked at me for a while, her expression a mix of concern and suspicion. I could tell she didn't believe me, but she didn't press the issue. Instead, she sighed and told me to tell my mom I was spending another night at her house.

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude. I knew I couldn't go home looking like this, and I was glad Mallory was willing to help me out.

As I texted my mom, I couldn't help but think about Asmodeus and the debt I owed him. $2,000 was a lot of money, and I had no idea how I was going to pay him back. I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me, and I wondered if I had made a huge mistake.

But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the present. I was safe with Mallory, and I would figure out a way to deal with Asmodeus later. I took a deep breath, and we drove back to Mallory's.