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"Roxie? Roxie are you in there?"
Timidly you knocked on the door once more, softly, but loud enough to be heard. Your friend Roxie lived in a rather small house all by herself, and it certainly wasn't in the safest part of town, but considering the town the two of you lived in one would be hard-pressed to find about anywhere to live that could reasonably be called "safe". Biting your lower lip nervously you knocked one last time.
"Roxie, I'm coming in alright?"
Pushing open the unlocked door you were hit by a foul odor even before you entered the house, a stench unpleasant, but not necessarily unexpected. The apartment was cramped, unclean, poorly lit, and didn't look like the kind of place anyone in their right mind would want to step foot in, let alone live in, but you showed up, you persisted nonetheless.
"Roxie? Are you in here? It's me, (y/n) I just stopped by to bring you some food and to check up."
You placed the brown paper bag you brought with you on a countertop in the small kitchen, if you could call it that. The kitchen was really nothing more than a minifridge, a hot plate, a microwave and a garbage can. All which you instantly noticed were covered with a sizable layer of dust. 'She must not be eating well...' you thought, and if you were to guess that minifridge was probably brimming with old take away containers and other empty calorie foods.
Eventually, you made your way to the part of the apartment you knew as Roxie's room and sighed heavily to yourself. The first thing you saw was Roxie herself laying on a messy, unmade bed, but more importantly on the floor below the bed lay a collection of small, empty vials. Even though the tubes were all empty, you knew exactly what they had been filled with. One of the most addictive, life-ruining kind of drugs one could get their hands on, Zydrate. Quietly you began to gather up the tiny tubes in your hands before discarding them into an overflowing trash can in the corner of the room. Holding your breath slightly so as not to endure the wretched smell of the trash. A light stirring sounded from Roxie's bed, turning to look at her you noticed how out of it she looked. Cautiously you walked over to her, careful not to accidentally startle her.
"Hey Roxie, how did you rest?"
"(Y/n)? What are you doing here? How long have you been here?"
You did your best to smile, but you were distracted by the dark bags under her tired looking eyes and unhealthy pale complexion.
"Just barely got here, I wanted to check up on you, it's been awhile since we've talked, and I wanted to make sure you were doing ok."
"Why would you need to do that? I mean thank you, but I'm fine."
Sighing your smile faded into a serious and stern look,
"Roxie, I know that's not true, I saw the Zydrate bottles on the floor..."
Instantly tears began to well up in your friend's eyes and you regretting bringing the subject up in such a confrontational way. Pulling the girl into a hug you tried to calm her down a bit, rubbing calming circles on her back, and allowing her to get her emotions out.
"(y/n) I'm so sorry! I know you told me about how bad this stuff is, but I can't help it! Life's just become so hard for me, the Zydrate is the only thing that keeps me going! You have to understand, I'm trying as hard as I can to quit, but I just don't know what to do without my fix!"
"Hey, it's ok, I know you're trying so hard. This stuff isn't easy to kick, but Roxie you need to believe me when I saw there are more important things in life than this stuff. But I have to ask, how did you get hooked in the first place?"
She pulled away from you, gray eyes bleary, still sniffling,
"Well, you know how I used to work at the clothing boutique? You remember right, the one that used to help supply outfits for the opera?"
You couldn't help but cringe slightly at the mention of the opera. To put it bluntly, you weren't a fan of that place, it was just a bunch of druggies looking to waste their own time before their next fix. The only people who regularly visited the opera were nothing more than degenerates in your eyes. But you nodded and allowed her to continue,
"Well, you see this one day me and my co-workers were working late finishing up an order. Like, really late, as in it was almost 3 AM by the time we were finally wrapping things up, but anyway, so one of my friends, Amber Sweet, she pulled out a little vial of Zydrate. And, I know I should've said no, and I know how bad you say this stuff is, but all the other girls were taking a hit, and... I didn't think just one little hit wouldn't really do any damage, so when they passed me a vial..."
"Oh, Roxie..."
Fresh tears began to pour down the sides of her cheeks,
"I know, I know, I'm a total idiot, and I should've just listened to you, and I-"
"Hey."
You cut her off before she could keep going, and cupped your hands around her cheeks, trying to soothe the poor girl,
"Look, I know you just want to go back and undo it all, we all have those moments in life. But the fact is, you can't. The best you can do now is try and not to repeat the same mistakes you made before. It's not going to be easy, but if you ever feel like you want to take another hit, just call me! I'll always be here for you."
You smiled and pulled her into one last hug. Roxie and you went way back, she was one of the first people you meant in high school, and was far and away from your best friend all four years. It was just so unfortunate that after graduation things didn't seem to work out so evenly for the two of you.
Currently, the two of you were both 22, and you'd managed to get a decently paying job working for a group of humanitarians who worked to help people addicted the Zydrate to kick their addiction and to help others with organ transplants from GeneCo to find work and to help pay off their debts. You'd never imagined that your work would bring you here to your own best friend, a girl who used to have so much potential, so much creativity, and promise, now a strung-out addict, but you were more determined than ever to help your friend turn her life around, no matter what.
After the two of you talked a little longer you decided it would be beneficial to spend the rest of the day cleaning up her house. As you were cleaning up her kitchen, mostly throwing away old, spoiled foods and cleaning up gross moldy stains you decided to continue talking together a bit longer.
"Hey, Roxie can I ask you a question?"
"Sure thing, what is it?"
"Well, I mean you don't have to answer if this is too personal, but can I just ask you, who is your dealer? For the Zydrate I mean."
"Well, I don't know his actual name, but I know he goes by the name, Graverobber. No one knows his real name, but he's one of the biggest dealers in this town."
"Really? He's that high profile?"
"Oh yeah, he's been a part of this business for a long time now."
"Do you know how he got in this business?"
"Well, not anything from him directly, but I've heard from others that he got into Zydrate peddling because he was looking to keep this girl he was interested in supplied."
"Do you think they're still together?"
"I mean they might be? In all honesty, he never struck me as the type to be interested in one girl. He's kind of dark and mysterious in that way~"
"Oh my gosh Roxie, please tell me you don't think he's cute!"
She didn't say anything back to you, just giggled and continued cleaning, you rolled your eyes and thought to yourself, 'Interesting, it may be worth my time to try and find this guy.' Of course, you didn't tell Roxie this. Zydrate dealing was far from safe places for anyone to be, buying, dealing, or even as a mear bystander, there's no way Roxie would want you in a place like that, but you were going to cut her off of this stuff one way or another.
That night you set out to find this "Graverobber" by yourself. You weren't exactly the kind of person who would ever so much as think of leaving the house after dark, but now that you had a mission, you weren't afraid to do whatever it took to help your dear friend. To your relief, it didn't actually take too long to find the alley where Roxie told you Graverobber typically delt. You were a little less relieved when you drew a little closer to the alley and discovered just how putrid and filthy the place was.
The tiny, claustrophobic space was filled with the unwashed bodies of addicts, probably so dead as well as alive, and the distinct odor of Zydrate lingering in the air, the kind of perfect mixture of different sents which revolted you in a special kind of way. Still, despite all your disgust, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the people in the alley. It wasn't their fault they were stuck addicted with no way out. You pulled the small slip of white paper from your coat pocket, on the slip you'd written down the name of the ally Roxie told you she typically bought from, as well a the name of her dealer.
"Alright looks like I've found the place, just need to find Graverobber and I'll be all done here."
"Consider him foud."
Startled by the intrusive stranger you looked up from your paper and realized you were about to walk right into the stranger. You took a few steps back out of instinct and looked back up at the man with a puzzled expression on your face,
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Well, you said you were looking for Graverobber right?"
"Um, yeah I am."
"Well then, pleased to make your acquaintance miss!"
The person now dubbed "Graverobber" extended a black-gloved hand out to you, hesitantly you extended your own hand and shook his, feeling more than a little uncomfortable with the whole situation. Still, you tried to ignore your nervousness and just focus on the task at hand.
"Charmed... But, you're telling me that you're Graverobber?"
"That I am miss? To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Right, I was just about to get into that! Ok, so you know this girl you're the supplier for Roxie?"
Graverobber raised an eyebrow skeptically,
"I don't know if you're aware, but I'm a dealer for a lot of people around here, I'm gonna need you to be a bit more specific here."
"She's about my height, gray eyes, thin blond hair? I swear you probably saw here just last night-"
"Oh please, I see a lot of lovely ladies any given night! It's almost like they're willing to get hooked on Zydrate just to see this beautiful face. Were you by any chance looking to make a purchase?"
The man pulled a tiny vial, the same ones you remembered seeing littered all over your friend's floor when you saw her that morning, only his vial was filled with an electric blue substance which eminated a soft alluring blue light. You rolled your eyes at his pathetic vanity, you could tell just by looking at him he was indeed, very attractive. Long dark hair, clear pale skin, sharp dark eyes, all of which were fine on their own, but what really made Graverobber stand out so was that damned smile! It was so confident and attractive, not what you would ever expect to see from someone who identified as a Zydrate dealer, but still, you weren't about to let some cocky pretty boy get the best of you.
"I think you should know better than anyone that no one chooses to get hooked on this stuff! No one is worth the hell these things bring to people, certainly not someone like you."
"Aw, c'mon why so serious? Surely you don't find me all that... vial?"
He emphasized the final word by lifting up the vial in his hands, before laughing at his own dumb joke. You groaned, 'Please don't tell me Roxie actually bought into this guy's act? Or heaven forbid actually found him attractive?' You mentally pleaded with yourself before speaking again,
"Look, I didn't come here to buy anything, I came to make a request."
He seemed a bit surprised by your confidence,
"Oh really now? And just who do you think you are to show up to my turf and to start making demands?"
"I'm a friend, of Roxie's. Here, if you're really having so much trouble remembering her I brought a picture of her with me."
You pulled out your phone, unlocked it and pulled up a picture of your friend. True the picture was taken of her before she began to really suffer the consequences of her Zydrate addiction, but it was close enough to portray her likeness. You handed the phone over to Graverobber who took the small gadget in his hands, it seemed the picture helped and there was a small but evident "ah-ha!" expression on his face.
"So I do know her! Yeah, she'd pretty much a regular around these parts, but what's it to you? And why did you feel the need to see me about it."
"I'm here to tell you to cut her off. I don't care what she offers you, do not under any condition sell anything to her. Not Zydrate, nor any other drug you peddle. Don't even set eyes on her again for all I care."
Graverobber's smile disappeared and a humorless sneer settled in its place,
"Look, girl, I get it, you're only looking out for your friend, but I'm afraid I can't do that. You see Roxie hasn't paid for all the Zydrate she buys from me, and I'm not about to just absolve her of her debt because you tell me to."
You sighed digging into your pocket,
"I'm afraid something like this would happen, but I came prepared. How much do you think she owes you?"
Graverobber pulled some odd device out of his pocket which looked something like a mix between a cellphone and a calculator, and began pressing some buttons on the keypad and tapped something on the screen before replying to you,
"Well according to my estimate, she currently owes me about seven hundred fifty-four, including interest."
After a little more digging you pulled your wallet out of your pocket, you'd stopped at the bank on your way over to the ally and in that one wallet you held just over half of all the money to your name. You had the money to pay off your friend's debt, it would make the time before your next paycheck difficult, but you would make it, something Roxie couldn't, and because of that, you handed the money over to Graverobber without a second thought.
"Ok, this should cover her tab. Now, don't ever talk to her again."
To say Graverobber was shaken by your action was an understatement, he'd never seen someone cover someone else's debt without complaints like you just did. For so long he'd seen people take advantage of others to get ahead in life and do whatever it took to get their next fix, it seemed morality and consideration were a dying breed around this city. He numbly accepted the money you handed over to him, still double checking to make sure you weren't shortchanging him.
"Is that enough to cover everything?"
"Y-yeah it is, but I have to ask, who are you? Why would you do something so big for a friend?"
"You don't need to know my name, I'm not looking to get mixed up with people like you. But if you must know, why, well it's because I care about my friend. I don't want her to go through the relentless hell of drug addiction. This... this sort of thing hits close to home for me, and I just want to do whatever I can to make sure she's ok."
"Close to home?"
You were a little surprised to see Graverobber looked so interested in your story. In your city, just as many people were opposed to the usage of Zydrate as there were people who used the stuff regularly, and you just couldn't understand what made you so special.
"Well yeah, ever since I could remember my parents were addicted to this stuff. I hated the way the drug changed them, my older siblings told me they used to be more lively, used to care for us, but after they formed a full-on addiction... All of that seemed to stop. All they cared about was getting their next supply. That's why I ran away, I just couldn't deal with them anymore. What you peddle brings nothing but suffering, any sane person wouldn't want this for their friend."
And with that you turned away from the repulsive alleyway and began sprinting back home, Graverobber was a little offended you just left so out of nowhere like that and tried to chase after you for a little while, but couldn't catch up, and eventually fell off your trail entirely. While he couldn't quite explain why there was a strange fascination you awakened within Graverobber. Not only were you far and away the most moral person he'd ever met, but there was something about your fierce loyalty to your friend, the way you were willing to do anything for her, it was, attractive to say the least. Graverobber might not have understood exactly what he was feeling, but he certainly had his eye on you and was itching to see you again.
Later that night after you returned home you began to settle into your nightly routine, a ritual of sorts before you went to bed. First, you undressed and hopped into the shower, wanting to wash away the rot and stink of Graverobber's ally as soon as possible. After changing into some more comfortable night clothes you took out your nightly medication. A little secret of you never told anyone was the epidemic of organ failure effected you as well, and while it didn't claim your life the moment you discovered your heart had issues you still took medicine regularly to keep from succumbing to your condition. Before you could pull all your medications away you heard a knock at the door, cautiously you approached, not expecting any visitors at this hour, you were nervous to open the door to anyone.
But sure enough, when you did open up you were relieved to see the person knocking was just Roxie. She looked at you with an awkward half smile. To your relief she looked better than when you first saw her, like she had put on clean clothes, showered, etc. needless to say, you were happy to see her.
"Hey (y/n)."
"Hi, Roxie! What are you doing over here so late? Is there something wrong?"
She shook her head,
"No, no, nothing like that, it's just I wanted to say thank you for everything you've done for me. You're such a good friend, and I don't know where I'd be without you!"
She embraced you in a tight hug which you happily returned.
"Oh Roxie, you know I'll always be here for you, why don't you come in for a while? I'll fix us some tea."
You lead Roxie into your home, closing the door behind you, making your way into the kitchen you filled the kettle with water before turning on the stove. You turned back around to offer Roxie something to eat when you saw she was staring directly at your heart medication.
"(y/n), what is all this?"
Biting your lip nervously you chided yourself for not thinking ahead and pulling that stuff away before answering the door but knew you could easily explain all of this.
"Oh all that stuff, it's just for my heart."
"Your heart?"
"Yeah, um, well you see ever since I was a kid I've had a weak heart you know? It started out with just a slight murmur, but over time things have begun to get a bit more, intense."
"Why don't you just get a transplant? You seem like you could certainly afford something like that."
You had to laugh at this,
"Yeah, gonna have to say no here, I don't care if I could afford the transplant, I am not going to risk my life paying off a tab for a transplant. I've heard the contracts worked out by the people at Geneco aren't always worked out through exchanging money, I heard they ask for all sorts of gross payments for surgeries. It's just not something I'm willing to risk."
Roxie looked at you with clear concern in her eyes,
"But this is your health we're talking about here! Something like this could kill you if you're not careful, you're taking a whole other risk choosing not to opt for a transfer at all!"
You sighed, pouring out a cup of tea for the two of you,
"Maybe so, but believe me, I would rather take this risk over anything else."
Roxie didn't seem to like your answer much, but she didn't press you on the matter any further, to your relief. The two of you visited a little while longer, and you promised to check up on here every Sunday from here on out, and she promised you she would try to find a new job, away from addicts as soon as she could. She was packing up to leave you when you stopped her,
"Hey Roxie, before you go I just want you to promise me one last thing."
"Yes, of course, what is it?"
"I want you to never, ever step foot in that alley ever again, and I want you to promise me that you'll never ever talk to Graverobber either. I don't care what he promises you, just walk away. Understood?"
She nodded,
"Right! Consider it done!'
With that, your friend left you for the night. Happy to see your friend was finally doing better you returned to getting ready for bed, putting the cups the two of you used for tea away and with that returning to slumber for the rest of the night.
((Roxie's POV))
While you were drifting off to sleep that night things weren't going so well over at Roxie's place, it seemed as though no matter how hard she tried she simply couldn't fall asleep. She was about to reach out and try to call you when she stopped herself. 'No, she's probably already asleep by now...' With nothing left to do Roxie couldn't help but think of how wonderful it would be just to have one little shot of Zydrate before bed. She rationalized with herself that she was only having one little shot, and since she wasn't planning some huge bender she would be ok.
Without another thought on the matter, she grabbed her jacket and made her way out of the house, and into the direction of the alley she knew Graverobber dwelled in. 'Look it'll just be one last little hit, after this no more. I just want one last time... Then I'll quit for sure!' The entire walk down to the alleyway Roxie continued to think up excuses and reasons why there was nothing wrong with what she was doing.
It wasn't long until Roxie made her way down to the alley, leaning up against the side of the alley was none other than the infamous dealer Graverobber himself. She didn't know what to say, but Graverobber spoke before she could even think of what to say.
"Well, you're later than usual. Did work keep you late?"
Roxie was about to speak up when Graverobber continued,
"Oh wait, that's right, you don't have a job. So what's it gonna be this time?"
"I-I just want one vial, I'm going to quit after this one, I swear. I just want one last little hit, nothing more."
"Well, what if I told you I'll offer you 3 for the price of none?"
"H-huh? You're giving them out for free?"
Graverobber chuckled placing the three vials he used to tempt Roxie back into his pocket,
"Free? No, but what I ask for in return isn't money. It's information."
"Information? But on what? It's not like I would know anything relevant to you..."
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong you see, I think you're selling yourself short here, I think you just might be very useful to me yet."
Roxie knew this was a dangerous situation, one she knew you wouldn't want her in, but still, she just couldn't help it, the allure of the Zydrate seemed to bring out the worst in her addiction, and the sight of the three little bottles in Graverobbers hands nearly had her salivating. He continued,
"You see a friend of yours stopped by earlier today, she was the one who wanted you to stay away from this place, to stay away from Zydrate, to stay away from me. What was her name?"
"(y/n)."
Roxie spoke your name before considering what consequences would happen to either her or you now that this guy knew your name. Nevertheless, Graverobber was pleased with her compliance.
"Very good. Where does she live?"
Once more Roxie answered. This sort of sort questioning an answering continued a short while longer, the guilt of possibly selling out her friend to such a suspicious person never once leaving her.
"Alright, you've answered everything I needed to know, so I'll ask you one final question, do you know anything about (y/n)'s medical history?"
"I don't know if this helps any, but I do know she has a weak heart."
"A weak heart? Then why doesn't she just get a transplant?"
"Well, you see I think she's afraid of signing a contract she knows she can't pay off. Also, all her life she's been scared of hospitals and stuff, so I don't think she'd feel too comfortable in a place like that."
'This seems like something I can use' Graverobber thought to himself before handing over the three vials of Zydrate to Roxie, who greedily took them into her hands before scurrying off back home. Graverobber chuckled to himself, ' it really is amusing how pathetically trusting and thoughtless these addicts are.' before slinking back into the shadows.
The next day you didn't feel the need to go out and see Roxie in the morning, you figured she seemed alright when you left her that night, so you'd wait until late afternoon, after work, to go check up on her. The rest of the day played out rather monotonously and much more boring than the day before, and after work, you drove straight from your work over to Roxie's place.
"Hey, Roxie it's me (y/n)! Open up!"
You knocked on the door expecting her to answer instantly once you said your name, but to your surprise, the door remained shut. There wasn't even any noise to be heard from the other side of the door! A little less sure of Roxie's safety you knocked once again,
"Roxie are you in there? Hey, open up!"
'Maybe she's just stepped out?' You thought half-heartily to yourself, but you knew it wasn't that. Without waiting any longer you opened the door and stepped inside.
"Roxie are you in here? Look I just want to see how you're-"
Your words died in your throat the moment you laid eyes on Roxie's unmoving dead body. You knew instantly that Roxie was dead and not asleep when you saw her eyes were glazed over, no doubt about it she was unmistakably dead. The sight of three empty Zydrate vials beside her broke your heart, and unable to stop them you felt tears well up in your eyes. The sight of Roxie broke your heart, but the bottles incited no emotion other than pure hatred.
You were so mad at the sight of the vials you raised your foot, ready to stomp and crush the little thing when something about it caught your attention. You'd seen countless Zydrate bottles over the years, but there was something very different about this one, usually there was an electric blue residue left on the bottles, as the Zydrate itself was an obnoxiously oversaturated blue, but there was something very wrong about the residue left on this vial, instead of bright blue, the residue left behind on this one looked, greener than you'd ever seen before. Picking up another vial to compare the two you were now certain there was something wrong with this vial, and whatever it was likely killed your friend.
Wasting no more time you shoved the vial into your pocket and sprinted down to the alleyway you saw Graverobber in just a night before. By the time you arrived at the site, you were both a little surprised and angry to see Graverobber was there waiting for you, still with that disgusting smile on his face.
"(y/n) What a pleasure and delight it is to see you so soon!"
A red flag went off in your head when you realized that somehow this psycho had managed o learn your name, but you weren't about to let him intimidate you, there was just too much at stake.
"Graverobber, do you want to tell me what the hell this was doing in Roxie's apartment!"
You shouted in his face before thrusting the vial into his hand. He barely looked at the little thing,
"There are plenty of dealers around here, what makes you so sure I'm the one responsible for all of this?"
Tears of anger threatened to fall, but you grit your teeth and didn't dare let your vulnerability show.
"Don't you bullshit me! I know you had something to do with this! I told you to never talk to her again, why would you do something like this!"
He didn't seem very intimidated by your words, his stupid smirk never once left his face,
"Well, in all honesty, my dear, I only bothered to see that boring wench again because I figured if she died you would blame me, and you would come back to me. And well here you are! Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful when you're angry?"
His words left you speechless, 'this can't be the truth, there's no way someone could be so har gone as to do something as low as this...' you tried to rationalize to yourself, but you knew the moment you met him there was something very wrong with this guy.
"How could you say something like that!? Do you not even care about what you've done? For the love of god, you killed her you monster!"
"Monster? Little old me? No, I'm more a lover than a fighter, I'm sure you'll see."
"I'll see?"
It was only now that you noticed he was slowly drawing closer to you, instinctually you took a couple steps back, only to feel your back connect with a brick wall, halting you from moving any further away. Before you could run away Graverobber moved even quicker and trapped you in his arms, you were virtually stuck motionless, the two of your faces closer than ever before.
"Yeah, you'll see I guess you can say I'm more than a little interested in you love, and I think it would be in your best interest to agree."
You glared back at him,
"Oh really? Well, what if I say no?"
Graverobber chucked a dark unappealing sound which caused shivers to tingle down your spine.
"I was so, so hoping you would ask!"
You watched as he pulled something out of his pocket before using his other hand to pinch down on your nose, cutting off your oxygen supply. For a moment you tried to struggle free but it was clear you had no way out of this situation and if you didn't stop struggling soon you were at the risk of suffocating. But the time tiny black spots began to cloud your vision and you eventually submitted to Graverobber, opened your mouth to let in some precious air. In the blink of an eye, Graverobber forced a pill into your mouth before clamping down on your mouth to make sure you wouldn't spit it out, not moving until he was sure you'd swallowed.
The instant you felt the pill slide down your throat you felt lightheaded and found yourself unable to stand on your own two feet. You swayed forward and found yourself caught by Graverobber who picked you up in his arms, placed a soft, kiss on your motionless lips before whispering,
"Don't worry darling, I promise you'll awaken again soon, just let the pill kick in and this will all be over before you know it."
You tried to squirm your way out of his arms, but the effects of the pill were becoming more and more potent, and within another minute you found yourself fast asleep in his arms. Cuddled up to his chest like some good little pet.
You weren't sure how long you'd been out for, but by the time you found yourself awake, you instantly realized you were stuck in some kind of hospital bed.
"W-what in the- how did I get here?"
"Hello again!"
Darting your head over to the direction of the voice, you felt your blood turn to ice as you looked over at none other than the demon himself Graverobber. You tried to struggle out of the bed only to discover your arms and legs were bound down with leather.
"Aw, are you that happy to see me?"
"I am not! Why am I tied up like this?"
"Well at first you weren't, but you see the doctors were complaining about how you kept struggling in your operation so we had to switch out your bed with this one. The doctors were impressed really, it's not common to see one try and put up an impossible fight the way you did. I always knew there was something special about you~"
Instantly your squirming stopped, and a cold sweat began to break out along your forehead and the back of your neck.
"M-my what?"
"Operation! You know that pesky weak heart of yours? We had to get it out as soon as possible, luckily for us, we just so happened upon an apt donner. Perhaps you've heard of her, Roxie was her name, I think?"
Your eyes widened with fear,
"You're lying!"
"Oh am I? I'd be more than happy to take you to her body if you don't believe me."
"No! I-I believe you!"
"Good, now, since I worked so hard to get you that new heard of yours, I think I deserve a reward for all my efforts don't you think?"
Without wasting another second Graverobber crushed his lips against yours, reveling in the sensation of at last dominating what he has yearned for too long. You tried to move your head away, but he kept your head in place but cupping both your cheeks in his hands, still covered by black leather gloves, only now you noticed the distinct smell of blood emanating from the garment.
He continued to kiss you, and you knew he wanted you to join it, but you weren't yet comfortable giving in yet and tried to remain motionless, it was only when the pressure on the sides of your face began to increase that you decided to join in. Happy to see you were making things easier he ran his tongue along your lower lip, and you allowed his tongue to pass through your lips and into your mouth.
The two of you stayed like this for a moment before he broke away, wiping away the saliva which connected your mouths with his thumb.
"You know my sweet, I've heard that certain people are genetically more likely to be addicted to certain things over others."
You tried desperately not to show any weakness as he continued to torment your body, rolling his tongue of the thin skin of your neck, teasingly occasionally grazing his teeth across your skin as well. You were helpless to stop him, you were strapped down, and were past the point where you could deny the pleasure running through your veins. He could so easily just rip off your clothes and get exactly what he wanted, but he relished in making you wait for him to make the next move.
His hands slowly slithered to life, making their way over the still clothed contours of your body. He massaged the flesh of your shoulders lightly before turning his attention to unbuttoning your shirt.
You tried to wriggle around on the bed below him, doing whatever you could, no matter how small to make this a bit more difficult for him. Your efforts were in vain however as when he couldn't quite unbutton the garment he simply pulled the two sides of the shirt apart until the buttons popped off, scattering across the floor. You gasped as the cold air hit your skin, Graverobber chuckling slightly as he turned his attention down to the space between your breasts, just above where your new hear lay, softly he kissed the spot.
You flinched a little when he picked his head up away from your chest gazing back at you with dark bedroom eyes. 'Or would this technically be recovery room eyes?' You thought to yourself for a split second before feeling him lightly kiss your lower lip.
"I would say I'm absolutely addicted to you, and whether or not you're going to have to feel the same whether you like it or not."