Starving

"You know what I think, Trayer?" His eyes settled from afar, watching me like a beast waiting to pounce on its prey.

I glared back with the same amount of force and stood up from the soaked park bench, making my way to him. "I don't think you have that ability yourself."

He released a deep chuckle and thrusted his hands to the insides of his expensive coat. "I think you wanted this to happen," He raises his head but lowers his eyes, towering over me, creating a tense electric shock pulse through my veins. "I think you were tired of your boring life. You're pretty little soul craved excitement."

I let out a breath of exhaustion and only now I notice whats happening inside me; the atsoma is inside my system and this idiot keeps rambling about his male solo. Regardless, I stay quiet and watch him closely because I know I'll black out soon.

"It craves pleasure," He leans down and places his familiar lips on my neck, I let out a breath and hold his shoulder for support. I keep quiet, he can't know about the drug.

"It craves attention and adrenaline," He trails his kisses down my neck bone and back up to my ear and whispers, "Your soul is starving, and you're finally feeding it."

I stay quiet and still, the atsoma takes over and my eyes roll back. Then I collapse onto the floor. At least he got his solo, now I'm getting my answers.

Damn right I'm starving, but soon I won't be.

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Jessica Trayer never expected her life to turn into this,

drugs, guns, cars and an unbelievable amount of government involvement, all fit their way into her ordinary life,

but as soon as her best friend led those two men inside of Jessica's car, she knew nothing would ever be the same.