This Train Never Sleeps

His feelings for her were like a train speeding towards nowhere, a train that never sleeps. He tried to brake, tried to jump off while it was still moving, but he couldn't. Her image haunted him, her voice echoed in his mind like an obsessive melody. "I’ve paid for you today, so do your job. Make me believe I’m your only one…" Her expression changed immediately. She became the seductress again. "What should I call you?" she whispered, stepping closer and kissing his earlobe. "Chris…" he breathed out his name raggedly. "Mmm, my boy has a beautiful name," she continued to whisper, trailing her lips along his cheekbone, to his chin and the corner of his mouth, slowly peeling off his T-shirt and unbuckling his belt. "Lilith, please don’t tease me…" he growled, tearing off her robe and then getting rid of the remnants of his clothing... Rising from the bed after him, she approached him and placed her hands on his chest: "Chris, my love…" But he only grimaced, shrugging off her hands: "Don’t touch me. I got what I paid for." Dressed, he cast one last glance at her, feeling as if his illusions had shattered completely, like the train of his hopes had derailed. Leaving the club, he wandered through the night streets, oblivious to everything around him. His head spun, the sound of wheels echoed in his ears. He stopped at the edge of the platform, staring into the black abyss of the tunnel. And at the moment when the bright light of headlights illuminated his face, he realized that the train that never sleeps had finally caught up with him.