She was still on her bed, naked. She was slurring her words. He was already up and ready to move. He picked up the harness and the flapper and placed it in his drawer. He locked it up, put the keys in the right pocket of his black pants and grinned wickedly. She was in tears. She never enjoyed being tied up and fucked. He always told her that he loves her. But, his eyes had their own untold stories. This time it was enough. The red marks on her ankles and wrists said it all. She got up and washed her face. Swollen black eyes and her smudged red lipstick gave her hope. She walked out of the bathroom and put on a white robe. Took her bag, wore her shoes and simply walked out. No talking, no cries. But, she knew how to pamper and take care of herself. She lived happily ever after.