Okay. I'm going to try something new. It would be extremely unusual for this kind of story. I don't think it has been done before but I am just trying it out and seeing how many people would agree to this story. Please tell me what you think.

Declaimer: I own nothing as always…

The room was dark. The rooms were always dark.

His hands were rough. The hands were always rough.

She didn't even know his name. She never knew any of their names.

But she was glad the room was dark; she couldn't see him.

She was glad his hands were rough; he wouldn't attract her.

And she was glad she didn't know his name; after tonight she would not remember him.

This was her life, nothing more.

Sort of the start, I just had to put that in for mystery! Chapter 1 is next!