You both have met months ago in high school, he was older, you younger and messed up. You had a nasty addiction, pills, weed, shots. Whatever you could get your hands on.

You tried to sober up, to get clean, but he didn't really want that.. it was easier to be with someone who doesn't have their own opinion.

"Pretty little addict, take another pill That's a nasty little habit.." he says while holding your chin between his fingers. You were both at his apartment laying in bed, you were sober but aching so badly, you were pretty close to snapping and taking whatever to get you off, he knew it and enjoyed the sight of your desperate state. He always told you how pretty you were high, out of it, completely at his mercy and desperation.