Diamond Dagger got up from his bed, pushing away the woman in it. Now that he'd fucked her, he wasn't interested. And now that he realized it, fucking her hadn't been so great either. He'd paid her to do it and she did, massaging and touching him all the while demanding that he put a condom on. She'd even gone so far as threatening to leave but one temper tantrum and a broken lamp on the floor later she'd given in, reluctantly. It would serve that whore right if she'd gotten pregnant or an STD. He didn't care either way.
Moaning a little brokenly the concubine shifted slightly and tried to get out of the bed. She struggled for a few minutes before giving up.
"Help me up, please."
Diamond made no sign of acknowledgement.
She tried again.
"Mr. Dagger, help me up."
"Get up yourself." He said coldly, putting on his clothes.
She sighed and willed herself once more to get up but the pain between her legs was too much to bear. "Look," She said, gritting her teeth." I seriously need help. Just let me grab onto you, I can't stay in this bed all day."
"Well it looks like you will." He said shortly, grabbing his already packed sports bag. The prositute's cursing followed him out of the room and into the hallway, waking several members of the city's scum. Diamond smiled and pointed at the room he'd just vacated. "She's free, you know." He continued on as the sex-eager men rushed past him. It was not long before the hooker's screams renewed, this time mingled with horror and helplessness. He closed his eyes and inhaled, taking in the sound. It was like the sweetest melody he'd ever heard. It brought back memories of Pearl and what he vowed to do when he found her again.