That Adonis is Mine!

A man quicken his pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky while the sun fall behind the horizon. The haggard man was gloomy and tired in appearance, with a dark circle beneath his eyes. Years of stress and chasing shadows shown in the man unkempt face. No one would believe that this wasted man was in his early 30s.

He received his first splatter of rain when he was halfway across the road. He fasten his step towards a run down motel called Galaxy that was so cheap that you can't complain the uncomfortable staying.

The dark brown hair man walked up the stairs to the upper level of the motel and finally stop at familiar black door of room number 16. He stare at the lighten outdoor light then glanced at his worn out watch, 7 pm. Without further ado, he knocked on the door and take a step back.

The condition around the motel was rusty and deteriorate,thus he could heard sound of bed creaking, clothes rustling and zipper closed. He waited for a few minutes before the door was opened from inside and a rugged man exited the room.

The rugged man stopped to scrutinize the man standing in front of him before continue his track after giving him a smug smile. The haggard man ignored the rough man then entered the room and locked the door behind him.

A heavy stale smell of tobacco, cheap perfume and body odour made the man nauseous. He hold it in, switched on the lights, opened the room windows, took out the air freshener in the cabinet then spray it here and there.

He then heard a muffled groggy sound from the queen size bed, so he walked closer to the bed and noticed short messy black hair women sleeping naked, laying on her front. He saw the blue black bruises and red kisses mark here and there, evidences from her previous "activity".

He felt disheartened. (つω`｡)

She was supposed to enjoy her life to the fullest - chasing her dream in becoming the perfect housewife to her loved of her heart. She was supposed to be loved and cherished by people who loved her back. She was supposed to be enjoying what socialite should be enjoying - attending tea parties, dressing up and spending time with friends.

She was supposed to be anything she wanted to be, but not this.

Not staying in run-down motel.

Not be beaten by man until her body turned black and blue.

Not supposed to be serving man from who-knows-where to earn money.

She was supposed to be a carrier women, not a prostitute.

She's Sophie Shane. She wasn't supposed to be like this! (╥﹏╥)