I decided to write another chapter tonight, it is so short anyway than it only took me an hour.
Present
Jill was laying on the bed of the hotel room, alone, thoughtful. The position was awfully uncomfortable, simply because her arm was stretched out, her wrist handcuffed to the radiator.
After love, they had stayed in bed for a little while, comfortable. Well, he was, not her. The moment their intercourse was over, the guilt was fully back in her mind, even stronger than previously… She had mixed feelings of regrets and satisfactions and he could easily read it on her features. After a moment of laying in his arms, she had pointed out to him than it was getting late and she was really hungry. In fact, it was a blatant lie; she just wanted to be alone for a little while. She thought being by herself could help her put her thoughts together. He had left to get some food, but right before leaving, he had handcuffed her to the radiator. He could tell something was wrong in her attitude and now was not the time to lose her.
Now she was laying on the bed of that hotel room, tied to a freaking radiator, naked… If someone else than him came in the room, it would be highly humiliating. But, in fact, she could not care less at this very moment. The only thing in her mind was Chris… Poor Chris… She hoped he was still alive. She had never believed about a life after death, but if there was, if there was a possibility Chris was looking at her at this very moment… He would know all the horrible things she did to him… He would know she betrayed him again, betrayed his memory, sleeping with the man that caused his death…
Suddenly, she sighted the mini-bar. Five feet away from her was the solution to her problems: alcohol. If she drank her ass to death, she would not remember the awkward situation anymore, she would not care anymore, she would not feel the pain anymore… Well, at least for a few hours.
Determined, she got out of the bed and tried to reach for the mini-bar. She stretched herself as much as she could, but she just could not reach the door and open it.
"Fuck!" she swore out loud.
She tried, and tried, and tried, but to no avail.
"Come on, just a few more inches… Damn it…"
She looked around, trying to find any tool that would help her reach her temporary paradise. The only thing that would have proven to be useful was the TV remote, so she grabbed it. She tried several times until the door finally opened, making the content of it reachable with her hands. She immediately took as many of these small bottles in her hand as she could and placed them right next to her on the floor. She gathered all the ones she could reach: twelve. Proudly, she sat on the floor next to the radiator and proceeded to make her pain go away.