OWNED BY A STRANGER

hotel. Please press the

where you go, you find a talking something. I mean, geez, what's wrong with people? Humans are meant to talk, and now y

probably in his late forties and yet was looking at my legs as though he was going to jump on them at any moment. What's w

creep steppe

eeps near me. Okay, maybe cheese cake too. I could not handle cheese c

tten to press my floor number. Oh, damn. I let

there. The creep and I were not good friends. Well, too bad for you, creep, b

. Oh! How would it feel like to be in one of those rooms? When I can afford a room like that, the

to the room just to have a look. There was a fancy living area with a circular table in the midd

? And then when I'm done, I will go and tell Britany al

t. I looked around to see the huge room absolutely filthy. A Dirty Room?! What? Someone paid so much

ter next to the TV, kicked my sh

eapest room during the off season at the Hilton itself had drai

hhhhh

the washroom. I was a dead woman

out through the living room, and int

you,

allowing my heart rate to slow down and enjoyed the feeling of the brown

ere my

d room, and I couldn't even go back in

or. I was glad that I had gotten to see the suite. I had pre

was clean - I always kept my room clean. I decided that I would forget all about the incident in the suite and

lking to the Central Mall next to the hotel, I spotted a hot police officer. A

myself, but when it comes to talking to others, nothing - nothing - comes out of my mouth. The only reason Britany was my friend was because back when we were 5 years old, she jumped in front of me an

self, or you will end up being an old cat lady alone

uttered to

s voice. His voice was

the spot, Rose! "American Embassy is?" What? Out of all the things

give you a ride t

was going to hate that she ditc

flirt, but my stupid hair was knotted and got tangled arou

at I had even tried to flirt. And while I conveniently zoned out as we walked, Mr

t, I couldn't help asking, "Is this allo

aring at the back of his head to notice that we hadn't mov

chubby police officer asked through the driver's sid

ind the American

an?" he

mericans weren't

assport?" The chu

have my purse with me. In fact, I hadn't had my purse with me for quite some time. Where was my pur

g down, ashamed for my carelessness. I was going

rms on the driver's side window. "Let's go and get it then." Both the officer

y room, I still couldn't find my bag. The two police officers who

keep things in and also to hit creeps with, but then again not everyone is a creep. People j

with me to the police station.

HA

out a passport. You might be an illegal immigrant

lost my freaking pas

e, or we will have

then what if they never let me go? What if they never found my passport? What if I never got see my mom

as so

had a boyfriend so I never would have come

cell. Looking at the small bench, I went and sat there. This had to be karma for peeking into that room.

ve me for swearing again. Please

id they have to come up with this sort of thing which keeps on ruining peoples' lives - more specifically mine? I sighed loudly and l

rotting in jail. I had to do something ab

ate. I would become a hermit and pr

sound of footsteps and then a tall, fat and disgus

me. Please don't look at me. Please le

ow because no matter how hard I prayed, he was

finger curled in my strawberry blond hair. I felt disgusted. I tried to move away from him, but

f moving away from me, he stood up and pulled me along with him. I had to call

tty before. Come on, just one kiss, baby doll." He slurped up his dripping sal

e huge, disgusting man. The voice rang with authority, and th

back to me and continued on like nothing happened. I blocked him us

man in a black suit stood over him breathing hard with anger. I couldn't see his face clearly due to the lack of light, but his sta

Chubby asked, groaning in pain. Well, he d

man who was my savior, t

ou were forcing yours