Confessions Of An English Opium-eater 소설 & 이야기

I took the spoon from him and put a spoonful in my mouth as he watched me. "What? I'm not giving you any." "You'll eat all of it?" I shrugged. "I might." I felt better with the more spoonfuls I took. "What's your motive behind this?" He looked at me with a blank expression. "I thought it was a one way ticket to your pussy." "You're such a-" Disgusting pig, I wanted to say, but I knew without a doubt, he would drag me to the confession room again. I chose not to respond and put the half eaten container on the table.

He had very many unanswered questions about the attack that had his head spinning. The whiskey burned as it slid down his throat numbing all the thoughts running around in his head. He poured another glass and downed it without hesitation. He leaned back, running a hand across his jaw, his eyes unfocused as the crowd blurred into the distance. He poured another glass and downed it. Then another, until eventually he picked up the whole bottle and downed them until at last the faces around him began to lose shape, and mouths moved without sound. Finally, all the bottles stood empty before him though he couldn’t recall finishing them as he confirmed them empty.

Ophelia walked into the place. She was back here again, a place that reminded her of her folly. She was just so ashamed of herself and the plans that she had made. This was the result of stinginess, greediness, and selfishness. For everything that she had gone through, there was really no need for her to come here again but she just had to. Tbr despicable man came out of the sitting room with a stick of cigarettes in his mouth, a champagne uncovered bottle in his right hand while the glass to drink was in his left hand. When he saw Ophelia, he smirked.

I kissed him goodbye, promised to be back soon, and closed and locked the door after they had left. “I don’t think I have ever seen this kind of withdrawal. You might have to go and get him some drugs. Uppers maybe?” Gemma stated. We walked into the bathroom to find the man seated on the toilet while vomiting on the ground. “Who are you, people?” A drained Ben asked as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. But I knew this and had bought some uppers and coke from Allan on my way back. I looked at Gemma, “He isn’t that bad if he can talk.”

If he was not believing me, then I was not doing the right job yet. “Diablo drugged you?” “Unfortunately.” I said, looking away from him. “Then why is Alexis outside waiting for you to come? Don't tell me that Alexis is betraying Diablo too.” “Alexis does not betray. Alexis is a friend. However, Alexis also knows that I have my privacy. I believe that you know that people are easily bought with money. If offered the right amount, they are more than willing to comply. You are a good example to that, aren't you?” I said, making his eyes darken. I gave him a flirtatious smile and looked away from him as I rolled my eyes. “Are we going to keep standing or do you want to sit down? I'm wearing hee

“I'm pretty high again, Chelsea. Very soon I'm going to ask you to let me use your bathroom to get high because I'm going to need it desperately. I walked like a caged lion with my heart beating fast. —They just gave me the results of the STD to find out if I don't have a sexual disease. I slept with some guys for a couple bags of coke. “I drink in front of my daughter, Chelsea. Sometimes I give her flu syrup that puts her to sleep to consume without the guilt of her seeing me. Is it something worth seeing? I confessed, my voice breaking, as much from despair of knowing how low I was sinking as from having to do this.

'''' He went out and I was still thinking what happened? I thought he would be rude and he will humiliate me and force me tonight but there he was going out of the room and I was still not understanding him. That man was so unpredictable. One moment he was acting like a beast and the next moment he was so caring and then he was showing that he didn't even care if I exist. What was he ?? What was ge trying to do???? I had the food and I saw the medicine in the tray. They might be for my wound. I didn't take them at first. But as the night was getting colder I started feeling more pain and then i took it and lie back and still it was getting more colder and colder.

His brown eyes were wide and dilated, his breathing labored as if though he ran a marathon, sweat beaded his forehead and seemed jittery. "Good day!" He exclaimed too loudly as Arcangelo stared down at him from behind his opaque glasses. "I'm the man in charge here! And you are?" "It doesn't matter who I am." He responded professionally, blowing out a puff of smoke. "All that matters is the fact that we are here for the boss's shipment." "Yes, yes. Cannabis and opium." Arcangelo raised an eyebrow at him as he took another drag from the cigarette, seeing the man fidget nervously beneath his gaze.

My own whispered words echoed in the emptiness, a pathetic confession to no one. “I’m your filthy cocksucker…”