drug dealer 「JJK」

The man living on the first floor, right next to the entrance.

I never knew who he was.

All I knew was that he's poisonous.

He's five years older than me and he's tall. That's all I know other than the negatives my mother would tell me about him when I was thirteen and growing up.

The negatives?

He sells what doesn't do, he sleeps around and throws them away but if he likes the way they feel then he'll keep them a little longer with the rest of his whore, he's not scared of hurting someone for his money, if anything pain is his speciality other than selling away drugs to hopeless people with withering lives, he's cold. even to his human toys.

He doesn't care for the danger of selling these dead bags away.

He's colder than ice and I should keep away.

But then when I turned eighteen.

I was on my way home and I saw him. I finally saw him.

Young. Too young. Attractive. Too attractive. Toxic. Too toxic.

I wanted him but I looked away. But he kept looking. And he walked to me, forced me to look at him. He called me pretty. He was charming and the longer I looked at him, the more I melted. I had to get away, I ran into the elevator but I pressed the button too soon. The door hadn't closed yet when I pressed my floors number. Floor 4. I could see him smirk. And the next morning he was there. Waiting to see which apartment it was. He grabbed me.

I was t r a p p e d.

He kept following me. He waited for me. Which is how I ended up in his bed.

But unlike his other girls... he didn't kick me to the curb. He kept me... and dropped all his other girls.

But I couldn't give in. I can't.

Why?

He's poison.

He's dangerous.

He's bad for me.

He's a drug dealer.