Return (Book 3, the Redemption Series)

The air in the motel room was thick with the scent of stale sweat and cheap disinfectant. Chrissy lay on the rumpled bed, the phantom weight of her last client still pressing down on her. Her chest heaved, not from exertion, but from a quiet, internal scream she dared not release. Thirty years old, and this was her life.
She sat up, pulling a green silk robe around her, its smooth fabric a cool contrast to her burning skin. Her gaze drifted to the makeup table in the corner, a small island of normalcy in a sea of degradation. She picked up a hairbrush, running it through her long brown hair, the rhythmic strokes a desperate attempt to find a moment of peace.
Suddenly, the door slammed open. Blake, her pimp, burst in, his presence a jarring intrusion. He didn't care about her state, only about business. His high-pitched voice, incongruous with his muscled frame, cut through the silence.
"How's my girl?"
Chrissy forced a smile, the familiar charade already playing out.
