The moment the words left my mouth she started to cry. Dropping to her knees she covered her face with her hands. I looked around the corner to make sure noone was coming and I stepped into the room closing the door behind me. I managed to calm her down enough to get her talking. Basically what she told me was, the night before last she had accidently called out some other guys name during sex and he flipped out on her. Knocked her on the floor and threw a glass at her. It shattered into pieces and he had forced her to pick up the pieces with her hands. Of course her hands were cut up. He wouldn’t allow her to go to the bathroom to clean herself up, so he told her to wipe her hands on her shirt. I was shocked at her story but believed her over the lies he had obviously told me. She also told me that the girl who was working last night was cussed out by him because she was cleaning their room when they came back for the night, and he accused her of stealing. I was afraid to stay much longer so I bolted.