Crimson Lights

Days Ago

As Anna's tears and pleas vibrated through the room, she was transported back to where it all began – this burning desire to know what prompted them to be this way.

Anna followed Samar as Samar took her around the brothel house. She was only showed the rooms that were important to her; three-quarter of the house was still unknown areas to her. Anna was listening to Samar's explanations half-heartedly. She was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake by following Samar. After all, Samar was completely a stranger to her; how could she simply believe someone she had just met? Logic was beginning to kick in yet she had a bad feeling that she might have chosen a wrong door and was now trapped.

It was true that she had awakened on the streets without any recollection of her memory, conveniently with only her identification card with her. What she did not disclose to Samar was that she was also covered in open wounds. While the ones on her face left faint scars, the one on her body was still hurting from the lack of air and dryness. She was slightly afraid that the wounds would be infected or worse, bleed again yet at the same time, she was also worried that her condition would cause everyone to be on alert.

The last thing she wanted was to draw more attention to her at this place. Little did she know, she was already getting attention from Madam Ahjunta thanks to the fact that she was rescued by Samar.

She was tracking mud all over the floorboards, but she doubted Samar knew that. Samar seemed different in these four walls as opposed to the woman she saw out on the alleyways hours ago. Samar was leading her to her room now, and Anna was filled with a kind of anxious anticipation; her new safe house, was it a sanctuary or a kind of prison?

Pushing open the door, Samar gestured towards her, "This will be your room from today onwards."

Anna stepped in. The room looked spacious and comfy to her though she felt that any room would have brought the same feeling as her previous bedding arrangements involved solid concrete and the stench of the sidewalk. Anything that involved an actual bed and pillow was a luxury to her. The room had a single bed, an attached bathroom, and a small dresser. She suddenly felt awkward and out of place, like a pauper lost in a jewelry store.

"Oh, you don't have any clothes to wear now, do you? Come on, follow me. I'll set you up with some for starters."

Samar took her into another room which was just opposite from where they were before and walked straight into the closet, leaving Anna to stand beside the bed awkwardly. Coming out a few minutes later with a handful of clothes, Samar dumped them on the bed before sorting them out carefully.

"These are some of my T-shirts and shorts. You look like you could fit into them so let's try."

She approached Anna and held the t-shirt against Anna's back, measuring the t-shirt according to Anna's size. Anna could feel the brush of her fingers against her bare neck and all of a sudden, a cold shiver ran up her back. She felt flushed and hot; her skin tingling at the parts that Samar had unintentionally touched.

"Hmm... Looks like these would fit you well. The problem is the bra though; I'm more developed in that department than you are."

Anna turned scarlet instantaneously. Noticing her crimson look, Samar began to laugh.

"I didn't mean to offend you or anything. I'm just saying that it's a problem. Maybe you can try wearing my sports bra. They're meant to snuggle around you anyways so maybe it can fit without making you feel unsupported."

Going back into the closet, she came back out with a couple of sports bra and panties.

"Those are granny panties, so you got to make do. Don't think you'd want to wear the kind that I wear for my job now, do you?" Samar joked, fishing out a thong and stretching them like an elastic band.