The High

After a lovely session with the Madame Lun, I was escorted back to Marco's office where a guard lay me on the loveseat. My back was burning deliciously and there was a pleasant tingle in my legs that would intensify whenever the fibers of the seat made friction with the welts on my back.

Who would've thought that I'd find such a gem whilst being held hostage by the Italians, of all people? Isn't it just crazy? So anyway I was laying there with a content smile upon my face, feeling the pleasurable buzz from the opium. I would've never thought that drugs, pain and pleasure would've created such a magnificent result. There was nothing that could bring my spirits down in this state!

"You're finally back," the door to the office closed, making me regret the statement that nothing could bring me down. Correction, nothing could bring me down except Marco. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Hmm…" I nodded passively, swinging my legs back and forth over the arm of the seat. My arms felt nice and lightweight, almost like they were floating. This felt so good.

Marco went over to a wall on the far right and I watched curiously as he pulled it open, revealing a slew of guns mounted on hooks. "Take her to the car, we'll be going soon."

A guard came over and helped me up, making sure to button my jacket before moving me. As soon as the jacket buttons closed on me, my chest felt incredibly hot, and I whined at him to let me go. Once again, nobody was listening to me, so I had to wait until we were inside the vehicle outside to open the jacket myself.

"You could be nicer to me, you know," Marco rolled his eyes at me as soon as he got into the car. Apparently it was too soon for him to hear me speak. "What happened to my top?"

"Lun cut it open," the car turned on and jerked backwards, throwing me forwards and effectively causing my face to smack against the center console of the car. Was he upset at me or something? "You'll have to keep your jacket closed."

"What for? It's not like you've never seen mammary glands before," I spread the flaps of my jacket just enough to give my stomach and central chest some air. "You should be able to let my breasts exist in peace without reacting like a priest on viagra. Anyway, where are we going?" I looked out the back window to see the warehouse disappearing in the distance. It was a really imposing building with many broken windows. I couldn't help but wonder how he'd acquired it.

"We're going debt collecting," Marco glanced at me in the rear view mirror but looked away when I met his eyes. "Do you want me to drop you off first? You're too high to be hearing gunshots."

It was so nice of him to think about my wellbeing for once. Could it be that he was warming up to me? "No, I'll go with you. I haven't seen the outside world in ages."

Nothing was said after that, and I leaned back in my seat to relax and enjoy the ride. My mind started to wander, and my senses dulled again. This opium business was very nice, maybe once I get back home I should invest in it.

The rest of the car ride was silent but I didn't notice very much because I was so out of it. I started to sober up at the same time that the car started to slow down, and when my head turned to look out the window, confusion immediately settled into my brain. This didn't look like America. The streets were cobbled and narrow, the architecture was ancient and elegant… wait a minute.

"Marco," I sat up and bent forward to lean through the center console and stare at him face-to-face. Maybe it was the drugs but he had gorgeous eyes… they were like a terra cotta type reddish brown with light green speckles in them and a deep black ring around his pupil fanning its tendrils through his iris. I could look at them for a very long time…

"Well? Spit it out," he urged impatiently. His eyes seemed to get darker, and I unconsciously grabbed his face and leaned in closer to stare at how the green speckles seemed to change color. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Woah…" I leaned in closer and sniffed. "Your breath is so minty…" my nose found its way to his neck and I felt him tense up. I rubbed my nose up and down his neck then stopped to inhale deeply. "You smell soooo good. How have I not noticed how good you smell before? Makes me want to bite you," I bared my teeth and chomped down on his neck, just lightly enough to leave a temporary mark. His skin didn't taste as good as I'd thought it would so I let go and pulled back to look into his eyes. They were wide with confusion and they were beautiful. "Your eyes are so pretttyyyyyyy!"

"What the hell," he pushed me off, effectively sending me flying into the passengers seat where my arm landed at an awkward angle. Pain shot up my limb and I was almost completely sure that it was broken. "Oh holy shit," Marco and the guard I was currently sprawled upon rushed to get me into a sitting position so they could inspect my arm.

I looked at it and moved my shoulder, stopping when a popping sound rang out in the car. A sharp twinge in my arm made me grimace, but overall I felt fine. Why were they all looking at me like I was insane?

Considering that the door was right behind me, I adjusted my position—probably squishing the poor guard in the process— and opened to door. Jumping out onto the street felt good, and I raised my arms over my head to stretch. "Wow I never noticed how cramped it was in there!"

Marco and his squad scrambled out of the car, and the guard I'd landed on in the front seat rushed to button my jacket closed. What was with these guys? They were acting so weird. I felt warm and nice. If only everyone could feel like me right now.