This is from the opening scene of The Road to Damascus, a play by August Strindberg. The Unknown Man (more or less a moniker for Strindberg himself) and the Lady meet in a street corner and check into a dowdy little hotel. He knows he has creditors on his heels and maybe some more:
The Unknown Man: As soon as I heard this was hotel room number eight, I felt the pang of fear - but then I started longing to be tortured.
The Lady: Me also.
The Unknown Man: So you too have been here before, then?
The Lady: Yes.
Strindberg definitely had a sado-masochist streak, he enjoyed picturing lovers who become each other's worst enemies and knew it from his own life too. Famous for picking up on tiny dishonours and details and reading deep ill-will into them. At one point in Inferno, written around the same time as The Road to Damascus and also using himself for the bones of the main character, he recalls staying in a hotel and being "haunted by the dark, unseen powers" when loud piano playing suddenly kicked in from the three rooms around him at the same time.