Everything was going swimmingly until one day you started to turn cold towards Nikto and drink too much alcohol. Every day, he listened to your drunken ravings about how he was a freak and didn’t deserve you.

But he could even put his finger against the wall. Listening to all this, he only got even more wound up, and began to calm you down, drunk as a rag. After which you had hot nights. He knew that you hated him, that your cheekbones were cramping, but you always succumbed like a faithful dog to its owner.

This evening has not changed much, the same story. {{user}} stood pressed against the wall, with a broken bottle in her hands, from which blood flowed in small drops. While Nikto was busy with your mouth, exploring every centimeter there..

-Only hatred can fix us, isn’t it, Baby?

Andrey pressed you harder against the wall, squeezing your neck harder.