Snitch

Six gorgeous men surround me, dressed in nothing but towels. Sweet smoke fills the air. Each man approaches me, desperate for my attention. I send each one away until two fill my needs.

"We are the chosen ones."

I smirk. "You are. Keep that beast in the corner there away."

A demon snarls and thrashes against his chains, his red skin glistening with sweat. Chains rattle and clank, bolts strain but he stays put. I slowly take a drag on a joint, the smoke curling in my lungs before I breathe it out. Blue, pink, green, yellow, orange swirl on the floor and ceiling, shifting and writing, as my chosen ones fawn over me.

"Master, how can we please you?"

"You can get me a glass of wine."

Number One scurries off. Number Two runs his fingers through my hair. Lightning zips through
my lair and my body jerks. Voices intrude my solitude.

"2mg of NARCAN!"

I accept a glass of wine from Number One. A bolt of lightning sizzles near by and we duck. My body jerks and a new reality haunts my vision. I force a calming breath, my body raked with tremors. Vivid white invades my vision and I blink.

"He's back."

I suck in a breath and choke. My trembling hand reaches for a jeans pocket that isn't there. That means my other LSD tabs are gone. Which means I'm still alive. Which means my next stop is the federal pen. Fuck.

Notes

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