Tell me if you need help


    I woke up to the sound of things. I didn’t know where they wereing from. When I looked


    around, I saw I was in the room again. I still feel pain in my sensitive part and foot. It’s like I want to


    sleep because of the extreme pain. I was about to get up to take a shower because I remembered I


    had slept in the dirtst night, but I noticed that the suitcases in the room were different.


    My eyes widened, and I was nervous, but suddenly I saw Sten? Stan? Steffen? I forgot the name he


    gave mest night. I tried to remember what he told me. I closed my eyes and remembered his


    name. When I finally remembered it, the door closed exactly, so I called him.


    “Stanley.”


    He is already pushing a food wheeler. It was closed, but I immediately smelled the delicious food. I


    rubbed my eyes and yawned, but I instantly covered them when I realize he was naked and only a


    towel covered his lower body. Heid the food on the round table that was here in the room. His


    room was bigger than the one given to me.


    “You’re awake. Don’t worry, I am not the one who changes your clothes.” Because of what he said, I


    looked at my body. The dress I worest night is gone. It’s embarrassing that heid me down here


    in his room while I wore that torn and dirty dress. I also didn’t notice that they had changed me. I


    don’t even want to ask who changed my clothes.


    I grabbed the back of my neck because I was ashamed of him. I even stole him off his bed because


    of what happened. He didn’t even ask what happened and just helped me.


    “Thank you. I am Caroline Miller.” That’s all I told him.


    He didn’t say a word and just arranged the food on the table while my stomach was rumbling with


    extreme hunger. I have eaten nothing since yesterday but just mocha cake.


    When he had put the spoon and fork on the te, he turned to face me. “Come on, eat that. What


    time is it and maybe you’re hungry.”


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    I did what he told and sat across from him. The foods in front of me right now are ones I can’t afford.


    The cost of them is my life. When I looked over at Stanley, he was eating calmly. Our atmosphere


    differed from the one we hadst night. I also began eating when I saw he had no intention of


    conversing or joking with me. But when I was exactly chewing, he asked.


    “How long has he been doing this to you?”


    I stopped chewing and then looked at the food on my te. I yed with the vegetables, then


    smiled bitterly. I looked at him and saw the anger in his eyes. Maybe he was angry because he


    caught the fiance of the person he loved cheating. What’s worse is the woman he thought was


    innocent and just one who failed in love is the “mistress.”


    “I’m sorry.” I was embarrassed because he had even seen me in such a situation. We chattedst


    night and now he found out that I was the “mistress” of his childhood friend—whom he loves.


    “Why are you saying sorry?” He resumed eating, but I just continued and then looked him in the


    eyes. What is an apology for? When I answered, he whispered.


    “I’m not asking you to say sorry, I’m asking when is he started doing that to you?”


    I’ve also continued to eat since I figured out what he wanted to say…Sex is most likely what he


    wants to express. Or perhaps what he wants to know is, when else is Andrius treated me that way?


    Well, anyce in between the two. It’s the same.


    I shook as I continued to eat.. Even though I wanted to be sad, the sound of my stomach dominated


    me now. I noticed I seemed to lose weight.


    Even though I was embarrassed to say my answer, I still said it. “I don’t care what he does. What


    else can I do? Aside from the fact that I wanted that, I was happy that he did that to me. That’s


    when I feel like he likes me too.” I faked augh. I showed no pain to him. I didn’t show him. It


    pained me thinking I was only a second option.


    “What did you two and Beatrice see in that man and why are you to martyr to him?”


    I didn’t answer his question and just continued eating. After I eat, I will go back to the room. Maybe


    Andrius is looking for me. When it was over, I would have washed the dishes we had eaten, but he


    patted my forehead and told me that the hotel crew will take care of it. He would have taken me, but


    I didn’t want Andrius to think that there was something between us — likest night.


    “I’m leaving, Stanley. Thank you for making me wee! Just tell me when you need something.” I


    grabbed the doorknob and turned it, but he held my hand and showed me a card in front of me. I


    first looked at his hand that held me until itnded on the card he offered me.


    “This is my calling card. Tell me if you need help.” His eyes were worried, so I was even more


    thankful that somehow there were still people who were kind and willing to help without asking for


    rpense.


    “Then, thank you.”


    When I came out, I looked at his room number to see how far he was from my room. I didn’t think


    we were so close.


    I am 444 while he is 449. I was holding the calling card when I turned my doorknob. I didn’t lock it


    when I left, so I knew it was open.


    When I opened it, my eyes quicklynded on the man sitting on the bed with his legs crossed — not


    only that.


    He was also holding a whip.