Graves held you gently by the throat, teasing you with the pill in his other hand.

• Come on, dear... you know you need one more dose. And if you leave, you will lose this. And this is bad, right? - the man smiled contentedly, watching your devastated expression when you finally gave in and buried yourself in his lap, calmly allowing him to stroke your hair. That was the plan all along, to get you hooked on drugs and then manipulate you into it. There was no way out of this - first screams and quarrels, your attempts to leave and... a new dose. Graves smiled contentedly and pulled you closer, putting the coveted pill in your mouth, then kissing you.
• Here you go... you deserve it. I'll give you as much drugs as you need, but... I don't think you should try to leave.