The door creaked loudly as Annabelle opened it to see who was knocking. It was a cheap hotel on the mainland, so the old, creaky door was understandable.
Standing outside was a man dressed entirely in black, wearing a black mask as well.
"Lincoln?" Annabelle asked.
He pushed the door open and walked in. Annabelle rolled her eyes and shut the door.
"Let's go," Linc said.
"Let's go where?"
"To the airport. I'm leaving the country today, and you're coming with me. I have more than enough money for the life I want for us," Linc said.
"The life you want for us?" Annabelle repeated and scoffed.
"That's the problem I have with you. It's always about you and never about me. Even during sex, it was only about your pleasure.
And now, you just want me to follow you to some random country, not because you care about my well-being, but because you want a sex partner that you can control and treat like dirt," Annabelle said, fighting back her tears.