"Tears Dry on their Own" - Destiny

I slowly awake from a deep slumber by the sun's glare into the room. As I gather my thoughts and come to my senses, I gradually feel pain throughout my body. My eyes adjust to my surroundings and I realize that I am in Château du Roi, the hotel that Marcus booked for our rendezvous. I sit up and my head starts to throb excessively as if someone hit me with a bag of bricks. I get up from the bed and notice bruises between my thighs. I panic. I rush to the phone and dial Marcus' number. 

"The number you have dialed has been disconnected," rings in my ear.

I hold the phone in my hand and my mind wonders. The beeping sound brings me back to reality and I push gently on the switch hook and hang up the phone. I pick up the phone again and I dial 0.

"Opérateur," the guest service associate announces herself in French. "Comment puis-je diriger votre appel?"

"This is room 613," I answer in English. "Can you call the police for me?" 

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