The Touch of Germany

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Her body was aching, her blood felt like lava, her senses were going mad, and her mind was racing. Marie wanted to bury herself into hell itself to escape the agony running through her. Her memories flashed before her eyes as everything came together, it was here. The need screamed at her to take, to end the pain and be numb, to escape the reality she was in only for a moment.

"Just one hit. That's all, and then you're off." she muttered to herself as she pushed herself off the pristine bed.

Looking around she saw no sign of Ludwig within the room except his shirt that was draped over her shoulders. Pulling the fabric closer, she could smell him lingering on the piece, his rich scent that made her melt into him. Her thoughts moved to Ludwig, taking again would hurt him and he'd be furious with her. Yet the need over powered her thoughts as she slowly left the room, heading to his office. Deep down she wondered if it was really in there or if they said it knowing she could hear them, either way she was searching that office like it was no one's business.

Cautiously she entered the room, praying the man was nowhere in sight and to her luck he wasn't. Quietly closing the door, she began her search for the box. She felt her fingers glide over everything as her body screamed to be numb or to replace the pain with more pain, she had to find it and fast. Every spot she checked, every nook and cranny was empty to her; not one sign that the box rested in here. She was growing desperate, she needed it.

"Where the hell would he keep it?" she said throwing open the last desk drawer finally seeing something buried under the files, "Finally."

There laid the box, waiting for her to open it and relieve herself. Placing it upon the desk, she looked at the door once more, waiting for it to open as Ludwig came in, yet it didn't. Marie sighed, her mind still racing between right and wrong but her need won the battle. She felt her body twitch as she lifted the lids and looking within it, but to her dismay, it was empty. Nothing laid within it. The powder was nowhere in sight nor the needles that would help her get the high and numbing she desired.

"No." she whispered as she reached her hand in the box. "No, it can't be. Where is it?"

Her tremors became harsher as she looked upon the large desk, praying it just fell from the box yet there was nothing on or around the desk. Fuck, they did get rid of it. They knew she'd search for it, they knew she would need a hit. Fuck it all to hell. Marie thought of what else to do as her body felt weaker as the pain and need roared through her body. Pain. That was all that was left, there was nothing else she could use to get what she wanted, except pain and the only way she'd get that was abusing her body in the home gym.

"Fuck." she muttered under her breath as she turned to the door, only to slam into something.

Looking up her eyes widened in fear as Ludwig looked down at her, disappointment laying within those icy blues. "Ludwig."

"What are you doing Marie?" he asked.

She knew this question and his point in asking it as well, fuck she was cornered and there was no way she could lie.

"I... uh... I was um... I was well... uh... " she stammered as she tried to think of a reason.

He walked around her, making his way to the desk as she stood there like a blundering fool. He knew why she was in there and he wanted to see if she'd say anything, but she choked on the very words. He looked back at her, waiting for her reply, his eyes never leaving hers. She had to say something, just something.

With a defeated sigh, Ludwig held something up to her, "Is this what you are after?"

The world stilled as he held a full needle within his hand, holding it for her to see; slowly he placed it down on the desk and left it there. What the hell was he up to?