I was desperate for an escape.
Too desperate and if that meant falling
into the pit of darkness, so be it.
I found him under the dark night
and saw my chance to escape the
golden luxurious cage. A jail is a jail,
whether its made by metal or d...
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Her blazer was now off her shoulders, bunched up and thrown into the corner of the couch. Smome filled up the air, dissipating soom enough in a matter of few seconds but it did leave a scent behind. A bearable smell but also a heavy one, the type that radiates from plants but also a strong smell of wood.
Fresh wood.
Eira couldn't understand the type of drug that I had thrown at her - of course she didn't. I noticed her fixated stare on the rolled up paper with the powder inside, sitting right in front her on the table while I had already started hitting my blunt - enjoying every bit of it.
I could tell that the girl was completely inexperienced when it came down to such things.
"Go for it," I abruptly spoke up, breaking the thick silence coated in tension and I could feel her hard gaze on me but I was looking out the glass window, staring at the view that it provided me with.
From the corner of my eye, I watched as Eira with hesitant fingers, reached out for the blunt resting on the table and tucked it between her fingers, picking it up in the air. I was now analyzing her movements and a scoff left my lips, my blunt moving when I pulled that action.
"Why are you being so hesitant?" I asked, now with my gaze concentrated on her, my body turning in her direction. "You wanted to have fun, go ahead."
I was testing her, I knew Eira wouldn't do it. I was sure of it but she left me appalled when she picked up the lighter made of pure gold with my initials carved out on it and swiftly flicked it open with the help of her thumb, pressing it against the paper.
Her actions were normal but somewhat seductive. There was something sensual about Eira and I was already regretting this situation that I brought both of us into.
She brought the rolled up paper up to her lips and parted them, placing the other end between them and then closing the plump pair onto it. Eira sucked in the air and a cough pierced through her throat, the smoke erupting.
"Fuck," she coughed out, hitting her palm against my chest while still holding onto the blunt.
The desperate measures this girl would go to just to prove herself was something that attracted me towards her. Eira was a girl that was always up and ready to take a challenge and it was seductive to me in a way.
But I immediately regretted the idea of us getting high together when I saw the girl take in eleven puffs altogether. That was definitely the wrong move and she should have been slow and gentle with it rather than inhaling such strong and plethora puffs that could lead to an extreme high. Heightened emotions, sensitive skin and even nausea.
