Your smile couldn't be more fake.
You keep the real ones just for her.
Your face only reflects tiredness, sadness, need ...
Help!
You scream every day in the hope that someone will hear you and come to save you.
Nobody listens to you and you simply resign yourself to being silent.
He touches you roughly and leaves his hands marked all over your body, you are just silent and from time to time you let out a groan of pain, which seems that he likes them or is so stupid and thinks that he is giving you pleasure.
You try not to return your stomach or even shed a tear ...
You do it, as always.
He finishes and gets dressed, takes the money from his wallet and like every bastard he throws it in your face and then leaves, leaving you alone in the cheap hotel room he took you to.