"I want to do bad things with you." His wicked voice seeped into my ear, caressing my brain, and shutting down my initial instincts to run. It is numbing my brain. It sent chills racing down my spine. He was so wrong, so evil. But good God did he feel so damn good. "Your taste, my touch- they make the loveliest drug. Don't you agree?" His lips graze the shell of my ear. Shivering involuntarily, he smirks at the tension in my muscles. "Why did he have to speak in that tone?" He knew what he wanted; hell he knew how to get it with the simplest of actions. And I'll be damned if I didn't give in so easily. Too easily. He knew that too. He knew I was powerless against him. Slowly bringing my hand to my mouth, I slipped the pills in and allowing the clear burn of the vodka to slip down my throat. "Sweetheart, the pills won't help you now. Come with me. I can make it better." He places his hand on the small of my back. His cold nimble fingers slowly trailing fire with their every move. It's like being lit on fire. But without the pain…. For right now, anyways.