Drink
The man takes a small glass bottle out of his pocket; she gazes at it curiously.
"What's that?"
"A drink."
"I know that, but what's it like? What does it taste like?"
He thinks about it before continuing.
"It tastes different for everyone; the only thing I'm sure of is that it tastes like your dreams. It's a Miracle Elixir."
He pours it into her mouth; she swallows after a few seconds.
"More," she breathed, suddenly growing limp.
He gave her some more…and some more…