Room 301

A knock on the door. Miles away, her heart skipped a beat. A shadow of a man is waiting outside Room 301. The morality clock ticks away as he gets pulled in towards his doom. He gazes upon his catch for the night, his mind toying will all sorts of fetishes. She was a pretty thing, a shiksa at best. Dropping her robe to the floor, she tip toes towards her lover client. Brushing her lips ever so slightly against his ear she whispers,  " Je ferai tout ce que tu aimes man amour " Those sweet melodies fell upon deaf ears for they were not earned by affection. This facade was merely the returns of a business transaction. As she got to work, his mind wandered to a cosy house, right on the outskirts of the City of Lights. He envisioned two beautiful children, angels from heaven, playing with their doting mother. Guilt and digust darkened his soul. He flinched as he entered her, his entire body rejecting the act, screaming NO. He ploughed on, every thrust pushing the cosy house further into the darkness. Her every moan left him bereft of feelings. The moans grew louder and louder, shrieking screams of pleasure, but to no avail. Darkness overcame him, he turned limp, unable to continue. Dismounting in dismay, he rolled over and stared blankly at the ceiling. Praying to be swallowed whole, an escape from this hell. Opposite sides of the cities, they lay on their sides of the beds like corpses. For though they were alive, the spark was dead. That fateful night, the only thing they had in common was the constant stream of tears pouring down, glistening against their cheeks. Another night in Room 301, another love turns to ash.