"Come on, don't be such a drag," Seth said as he opened the door to the whore house.
Roman had tried his best to convince Seth not to go back in there but Seth wouldn't listen.
"Mr. Rollins, welcome back," the manager said.
Seth pointed straight at Jenny.
"I want her again," he said firmly.
Roman's heart sank.
"As you wish, Mr. Rollins. Please go to room no 3," the manager said.
"Come along," Seth said and grabbed Roman's shirt, pulling him towards the room.
She entered shortly after. Her eyes went straight to Roman. He looked down at the floor. He couldn't meet her eyes. He felt like he was letting her down in that moment.
"On the bed!" Seth commanded.
She walked over to him and went down on all four on the bed like she knew he wanted. She waited for the pain. She knew it would be there any second now. Roman looked up from the floor and into her eyes. How much it might hurt him, he knew she needed him right now.
Her tears started running the second Seth forced himself inside her. As usual she refused to let any sound slip past her lips. She didn't wanna give him that satisfaction. At least he couldn't see her tears from where he was standing. He was violent and the pain was strong. She looked into Roman's eyes, allowing herself to dream away in them, imagining herself close to him, blocking out the pain as much as she could. Her tears stopped. Her mind and body were on survival mode, and right now he was her saviour, although only in her mind.
She heard Seth let out a loud grunt and then he pulled out of her. She let out a little sigh, knowing it was over now.
"What about it, Roman? Don't you wanna try that?" Seth asked.
"No thanks," Roman answered.
"Come on, that ass is tight. And I already lubed it up for you with her blood," Seth said and let out a manic laugh.
Roman tried his best to control himself. She felt her head being forced back. Seth had pulled her up by her hair with one hand. The other hand went around her throat.
"Come on, Roman, look at her. Look at that ugly face. At least let her suck your dick," Seth said.
"Seth, please," Roman said.
Seth squeezed tight on her throat. She started gasping for air.
"So you can make a sound," Seth said in an evil tone.
Roman stood up.
"Come on, let her go. You had your fun. Let's just leave," Roman said.
Seth let go of her, went over to Roman and slapped him across the face.
"You don't get to tell me what to do. You work for me," he said.
"I'm sorry, Seth," Roman apologized.
Seth grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him towards her.
"Fuck her," Seth said.
"No," Roman said, feeling uneasy.
"Fuck her!" Seth screamed.
"I can't," Roman said, pulling away from Seth.
"You can't or you won't?" Seth asked.
"I can't. Not with you watching. You know me. I need my privacy," Roman answered.
"You're so pathetic sometimes," Seth said.
Roman didn't care about being called pathetic. He was just happy that Seth seemed to approve of this reason.
"Okay, let's go," Seth said and started walking towards the door.
With Seth's back turned to him, Roman hurried to touch her cheek.
"I'm sorry," he mouthed.
"Go!" She mouthed back, afraid Seth might catch him touching her.
Roman walked towards the door as well.