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EMMA I slipped into the university library after hours with my heart beating so fast it hurt. The big room was mostly dark. Only a few security lights glowed soft and yellow between the tall shelves. The air smelled like old paper and dust. My simple dress brushed against my bare skin underneath. I had worn nothing again, just like he wanted. Marcus waited near the back, between two long rows of forgotten books. He looked calm, but his eyes were dark when he saw me. “You came,” he said quietly.

Thаt must mеаn thаt mу tасtіс оf nоt rеѕіѕtіng thе drugѕ is working, оr maybe I аm trulу broken аnd I just dоn’t knоw іt уеt. I mаdе a lіѕt оf mу оbѕеrvаtіоnѕ at the back оf thіѕ bооk. It has everything I know about Nеоn’ѕ thugs. If уоu’rе reading this, please add to thе list wіth the thіngѕ you fіnd оut about thеm.

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.

Thаt must mеаn thаt mу tасtіс оf nоt rеѕіѕtіng thе drugѕ is working, оr maybe I аm trulу broken аnd I just dоn’t knоw іt уеt. I mаdе a lіѕt оf mу оbѕеrvаtіоnѕ at the back оf thіѕ bооk. It has everything I know about Nеоn’ѕ thugs. If уоu’rе reading this, please add to thе list wіth the thіngѕ you fіnd оut about thеm.

She waved at the waiter signalling her to bring another glass. The waiter placed the glass before Kelvin and he wondered. “I know you hate drinking but help me drown my sorrows just for today, please,”Annita requested. Kelvin was a recovering addict and he had been in and out of rehab for three years in the past before he decided to quit drugs. He has been clean for seven years now and was afraid that if he drank with Annita it would cause a relapse on him. He declined Annita’s request politely.

It looked like a medical report. My eyesight was excellent. I could clearly see my name at the top. Something compelled me to take a closer look. The moment I read the contents, my eyes widened in shock. My entire body started trembling uncontrollably. This wasn't a treatment report. It was an experiment log. It stated clearly that I'd had no mental illness when this started. Through systematic psychological manipulation, I'd been conditioned to believe I had a sex addiction. The notes detailed how effective the conditioning had been. In just one month, I'd gone from a normal woman to someone completely enslaved by desire.

"What is Uncle Quinto saying about it?" "The only time a meeting would be possible would be next month. He says you have to finish with the casino and get it in order before having a meeting with them." I sighed loudly. Tiziano being unconscious was putting a lot of work on me and Uncle Quinto. And damn Robert wasn't useful in any way. The chemists who cooked the drugs that were being distributed in our territory were already getting on my nerves and left for me, I would have ended things with them. Not putting into consideration how good they were.

"I'm glad you do. But I must tell you this; it's going to be hard. It's not going to be easy. You'd feel like bailing and you'd feel like a shitty person. We all are at a point in our lives before we heal. So when you come the day after tomorrow, I want you to come with every baggage you can carry and we will offload as much as we can to make you feel lighter by the time you return home, okay?" I nodded. She picked a book and handed it over to me. "This is a book I wrote last year: The Abstractness of The Mental. I give it out for free to my patients as I like to call you all." I laughed and nodded before looking down at the book. It had a glossy feeling to it and a picture of the brain and

Tharien took the sleeve from his hand. The plastic was warm from being carried, but what lay inside it was ice. A single sheet of paper, neatly printed, the tone clinical and kind in the way a blade could be kind if it didn’t tremble. BOND DISTRESS SUPPORT Confidential. Immediate. Mercy without shame. If you or your bonded partner is experiencing destabilization, sleep disruption, intrusive numbness, or emotional volatility, help is available. At the bottom was an address. A number. A QR code. Tharien’s vision tunneled.

The woman, who served as the chairperson, asked, her warm and understanding eyes locked onto mine. I felt my throat tighten, a mix of anxiety and relief flooding through me. I awkwardly waved at the diverse group of faces that turned their attention towards me. "Hi, everyone," I began, my voice trembling ever so slightly, "I'm Cindy, and I guess I'm here because... well, I'm an addict, but it's not like I'm a hardcore one." My voice steadied as I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "I mean, I have my sober moments, but lately, it's been a struggle. I've been feeling this pull, this urge to go down that dark path again, and I really don't want to."