Friday, 13 March 2015
02:58:20 PM (GMT)
"Don't do it," she whispers to him, silently begging him to let him go.
"Shut up, bitch," he replies, "I don't want to hear you speak unless it's something I
want you to say."
She shivers in fear as he stares her down, feeling violated just by his stare alone.
Tears slide down her cheeks as he walks up to her and motions for her to give him her
She places it in his and he gets to work, tying off her arm and tapping her elbow for
the vein. He glances up, teeth biting pale lips, blue eyes shining as they stare into
his, skin cold and clammy with goosebumps, breaths ragged and laboured.
"Don't worry, I'll make you feel good," he murmurs as he takes the needle filled with
her ecstasy. The one thing she craves.
Her eyes close as she slips deeper into her own world where everything is okay and
there is no hurt, no pain, no nothing.
He lays her down as she slips deeper into her drug filled-state and begins to remove
"Don't worry, I'll make you feel good."
Last edited: 13 March 2015