I didn’t sleep.
How could I? My body was shaking, my thighs sticky, my skin covered in invisible bruises I couldn’t explain. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him again—inside me, around me, whispering against my ear.
Room 407 was silent. Too silent.
And then the lamp flickered back on by itself.
I froze. My chest heaved, breath shallow, as the air grew heavy again. The curtains swayed even though the windows were closed tight.
He was back.
“Still awake for me, little guest?” The voice slithered through the room, deep and mocking.
My lips trembled. “Please… no more…”
A cold laugh. “No more? Your body begged for me. You screamed you were mine. Do you think you can lie to me now?”
The bedsheets ripped away from me in one violent yank, leaving me exposed in nothing but my thin nigh
