Beautiful Pain

16

Anna whimpers softly as she is dragged up the stairs to what she called the White Room.

"Who is this?" A voice slurs, a hand strokes her head as she passes by. The man forcing her along slaps the hand away.

"She's reserved."

She shudders at those two words she had heard so many times. Who was she reserved for? Nobody used that excuse when the man in the mask came in and hit her and touched her. When he forced her to the ground and climbed on top of her...

Anna desparately tries to push the thoughts and memories away. But she can't. They occupy her mind as they arrive outside the White Room. She is silent as the man holding her unlocks the door. She knows that if she speaks she'll be punished.

*Please let them leave the lights off. Please please please.*

She has no such luck. After shoving her in, the brilliant brightness reflects off the perfect white walls. There was almost no color at all in the room, only her clothes. While she was out, they had even scrubbed the blood off the floor.

"Be good and pray that Leo does well," the man jeers before closing the door.

She is alone once again. Tears enter her eyes but she refuses to let them spill.

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Leo watches Caroline from across the street. She was showing so much, it made Leo uncomfortable to look. He gathers himself and goes to her. She doesn't notice as he comes up behind her.

It would be so easy to simply pull out the gun in his pants and shoot her. Or take a knife and drive it into her back. But that would leave to many witnesses. So instead, he clears his throat.

"How much for a night?" He asks, she whirls and smiles seductively.

"For nothing but, two hundred an hour. Anything else is fifty added," she tells him, thrusting out her breasts.

He smiles at her, "How about a drink first?"

"I charge extra."

"I have money."

"Good," she purrs and snakes her arm around his waist. He wraps his own arm around her shoulders and leads her into a nearby bar. He orders two glasses of red wine.

"What's your name honey?" She asks while waiting at the counter.

"Dillon Cole, and yours?"

"Caroline."

"Beautiful name," he compliments, putting as much sincerity into his voice as he can muster.

"Why thank you," she giggles.

The bartender presents the drinks and she pounces. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small vial full of Nightshade. It's effects would take a few hours and the death would appear as an overdose.

She stops drinking halfway through the glass.

"I'll be right back darling, gotta run to the little girls room," she purrs, then leaves, swaying her hips as she walked.

Perfect. He stealthily allows three drops to fall into the murky colored liquid. Just in time. Caroline comes back with her make up touched up and a bright red lipstick on.

"Now, where were we?" She asks, then picks up the glass again, "Oh right."

She downs the rest of the wine while Leo just takes small sips, guilt over washing him. The wine doesn't help; it leaves a unpleasant bitter taste in his mouth, reminding him of what he did.

She wasn't dead yet. But by the end of the night she would be.