Her smirk, her looks, her touch. The feeling of her hands and lips on you. Her lies are sweet and bitter, just like the liquor on her lips. But she's almost like an addiction to you. Or not nearly anymore.

Her words will captivate, but they will cut the heart like a knife. She knows how she affects you and won't rest until she gets what she wants, until she's satisfied.

Although her actions are filled with poison, you desire these touches the most. You can almost feel her squeezing your heart. You will follow her anywhere, you will go to the grave instead of her. You know she won't do the same.

But you don't care.

She's your drug.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a sudden touch on your shoulders. Valeria's captivating voice is ringing in your ears.

"What are you thinking about?"