A little disheveled by her scent, Arthur stepped away a little. His cold heart felt nothing, even with all this beauty. So after helping her, he just left without saying anything else.
Left behind, the girl was a little shocked by everything that happened. The touch of his hand was still marked on her hand. That firm and strong touch, but gentle and soft, a heroic masculine aura and surprising strength firmly marked her heart. Not to mention that he was also very beautiful.
"I definitely have to find out who he is!" She spoke as if that were her life resolution. After that, she took out her cell phone and called someone. "Hey, come pick me up at my location. I don't know where I am." In a spoiled voice, she said as she walked in the same direction that Arthur went, to see where he went.
But after reaching the end of the alley, she saw no one. The street was very wide, and the only alley was the one she was on, so there was nowhere for him to hide. Only a few seconds passed, but she had already lost him, giving her another shock and increasing her resolution even more.
After a few minutes, an Audi Q3 came to pick her up and took her away.
***
Arthur was already far away and walking towards the Hotel to be able to rest. He obviously knew about the type of person the girl was: very spoiled. But he also saw that this was the fault of her creation and not something inherent in her personality. Inside, she was a kind and pure girl. She is the type of person the world is missing today.
Despite all of this, Arthur's heart and mind were still unshaken. His last slap of life left him more rational than emotional.
After walking for a while, he realized that he was not listening to music, as he was distracted by his own thoughts. When he took off and was going to put the headphones on, he again heard some screams in the distance, but that were a little different from the screams of the previous girl. Because he was distant, Arthur couldn't distinguish very well and went to see what was going on.
'I'm saying, this world is getting worse and worse!' He thought to himself. Two such cases taking place in the same night were ridiculous. 'The police took a vacation and I don't know ??'
He then quickened his pace towards these new screams, and the closer he got, the clearer the sound. Only after a while did he realize that it was not cries for help, but for pleasure that was coming from the alley in front of him.
Out of pure curiosity, he went to see if there really were these brave people to do this kind of thing in public and in a residential center to top it off.
After looking into the alley, he saw three people, two men and a woman, involved in the act. One man was at the front using the woman's mouth, while the other was at the back. The woman was moaning with pleasure, and here it seemed to be her place, possessed and consumed by lust.
Looking a little closely, Arthur finally realized who that trio was. The man at the front was Carlos while the man behind was Charles. Obviously, the girl in the middle of the two was Patricia.
Seeing all that unfold in his sight, what was left of the passion for Patrícia was reduced to nothing. He no longer classified them as humans, but objects, just like a brick, or a trash can. Disposable items that one day will no longer be needed and will be thrown in the trash. Any resentment that Arthur had was gone, and there was nothing left.
His gaze before these people carried nothing in particular. Why feel angry at an object? This is illogical. It was not necessary. If he were to use that object, he would only use it for his purpose and that's it. If the object broke or didn't work properly, just throw it in the trash.
A smile formed on Arthur's face, while his cold heart relaxed, and a peace of mind fell over him. Having no hard feelings was great. Any enemy now was not a person, but an object that would be used and discarded by him in the end.
Letting these people do what they wanted, he walked back to the hotel. Nothing more spectacular happened, nor did anyone else scream.
***
As soon as he arrived at the hotel, Arthur took the elevator to his floor and entered his room. As soon as he entered, he saw Tom fiddling with the notebook, in the exact position he was in when Arthur left the room in the morning.
Finding this strange situation, Arthur walked over to Thomas and as soon as he got close, he felt a certain stench coming from the place. Frowning a little, Arthur sniffed some more and that smell was coming from Thomas.
"Tom" Arthur called once.
"..." Thomas didn't even listen.
"Tom!" Arthur called again.
"..."
"Tom!!!" This time, Arthur shouted to get attention.
"..." But even with that Thomas didn't notice.
Seeing that calling was useless, Arthur simply went to the bathroom, turned on the shower and the bathtub faucet, filled it with soap and waited for a while. When he saw it was full, he hung up, went over to Thomas and simply held him by the arms.
At that moment, Tom finally woke up from his studies and started to despair at having someone holding him. But before he started to cry and scream, he heard Arthur's voice from behind.
"I can't believe you didn't even take a shower all day! And it was with your new clothes on top!" Arthur was slightly irritated.
"Get out, Arthur! Put me down, I'll go alone!" Tom was struggling to get out of Arthur's arms, but he didn't even move. The difference in strength was too big.
Ignoring Thomas's pleas, Arthur took him to the bathroom and tossed him into the bath.