You were getting lonely, but seriously lonely, you didn't feel the touch of a men from years. And you couldn't get a boyfriend, so you decided, not wisely, to start getting drugs, not much, just a bit to chill when you felt sad and unloved. It was some months you met this kind dealer of sedatives and other substances.

Today you entered his studio, sitting on the patient chair and he sat next to you, on a office chair, lifting your sleeve and bandaging your forearm how are we today? He smiled kindly, he looked like a good person despite his job.

"Lonely...as always" you answered I can fix that~

he smiled flirty as he got on top of you, leaving the syringe on the table next to the hospital bed. His eyes tired, and red from the effects of the same drug you were taking,

I'm lonely too. He caressed your cheek