It had started out simple enough, unable to resist after the days, weeks, months of constant flirting and fondling, worshiping looks and salacious grins I'd given in, and really, it wasn't so bad. Ok, that's a lie, it was fucking great, but still, I'd resisted, I'm no slut.
Now though I find things are changing, I ache for it sometimes. Alonzo's like salt water, the more you drink the thirstier you get. And, just like salt water, he'll fucking kill you. Neither kill intentionally, I doubt the ocean ever sets out to fuck with your electrolytes, but it'll get you and, just like that, Alonzo and those beautiful pills he feeds you will drive you nuts.
They constrict the capillaries leading to the brain, cutting off the flow of blood, which, on top of making everything dizzying and beautiful, will fuck you over big time. It's true, you should see how many people drop from an embolism in his fucking clubs.
But man, your head swims and your vision blurs and you feel the love right through you, there's no question about it, you'll die, but it's a beautiful fucking death, and frankly I'm going back for another drink.