I'm posting one of my many stories. It's.. boring, but I feel like it, so read if you want. :P

The scuzzy hotel room was dimly lit by the cherry on Baine’s cigarette as he eyed his newest prize. She was absolutely beautiful, a red head with hazel eyes that relinquished in fear every time he moved. Ah, she would do. Her father was some business executive, who made millions of dollars every year from plugging pharmaceutical companies, but also ran a drug ring which he also profited from immensely. She kneeled there on the bed, hands tied behind her back and wearing nothing but a soft white chemise that left barely anything to the imagination. Baine could see her chest heave as she took a breath with a cloth tied into her mouth. She stared up at him like a little lost doll and he felt sorry for her, “You poor thing.. You look absolutely terrified, but I’m not going to hurt you.. Not at all, in fact once your daddy hands over the money and drugs, I’ll let you go and you’ll be right as rain…” He exclaimed, standing up from the cherry oak chair which grated against the worn hard wood floor and slid along the wall which caused a crunching noise as it chipped the dim green paint from wall. Baine lowered himself on the bed behind her and reached around towards her mouth with well-worked, calloused fingers to untie the cloth from around her mouth, letting it fall onto the dirty and worn burgundy sheets. He touched her neck with his fingertip and traced downwards where the tattoo of an orca was placed in the middle of her upper back, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette as he did so, letting it hang from his lips as he spoke, “A killer whale, huh?” He said softly as he let his hands trail down to her hands, tied behind her back and undid those binds as well, “I’ll bet there’s a story behind that..” He murmured against her ear.

Bailey shivered, “Just that I want to be free… I want to be free from the chains that bind me..” She remarked, her voice hoarse. She soon realized that his hands were not malicious, but rather kind and gentle. Baine took a deep breath and picked her up gently, placing her under the worn duvet before leaning back on his knees, “That’s philosophical... At least it isn’t a butterfly like every other tramp out there...” He chuckled, his thick Irish accent coming to full brim as he spoke. He stood up and tossed her a water bottle from the mini fridge before drinking the last gulp from a bottle of beer. He looked at her oddly, “What’s your name, luv?” He said with the most charming smile she had ever seen. Despite the fact that he was covered in tattoos and scars, he was still beautiful. His soul showed that. She started to feel more comfortable around him, her body ached and she looked at him, “Bailey… I’m Bailey..” She whispered softly.

Baine didn’t know what had come over him… He wasn’t above showing kindness, but he felt so a kin to this young woman that he could barely contain himself. He couldn’t help but ask a million and one questions and she had an answer for every single one. As the night wore on they sat on the bed, facing each other and talking about the world, life, inspiration and a deep understanding of humanity.

Baine looked at her as the sun came up and glistened over her face, lighting up her features and casting a shadow on the back wall, “So what are your dreams then..? What do you want to be..?” She smiled softly, reaching for the sheets and bunching them between her fingertips, her eyes lighting with a soft glow as she stared up at him, “Free…” She muttered. She glanced out the window as dawn had come, her eyes dancing over every single flower and blade of grass. “You’re nothing if not free, free to fly into the morning light, like a dove that breaks from it's cage…” She stated in a hushed tone, turning to look at him.