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A sharp pain pierced the back of your head and the room around you slowly came into focus as your eyes opened. Slightly moldy tile? check. Signature turtle bath mat? check. Loud as hell neighbors stomping upstairs? check. These elements combined helped you quickly register the room around you as the bathroom in your apartment, though you were struggling to piece together how you got there.
Fuck, you thought, last night hit me hard. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, and took a deep breath as your senses slowly woke up. You rubbed your eyes and scooted yourself back against the tub behind you, attempting to steady yourself. The tub was freezing against your bare back and the sudden chill jolted your senses to attention. With them came the inevitable nausea.
“Benefits of passing out in the bathroom I guess” you humoured out loud as you heaved yourself up and over the rim of the toilet bowl, brushing your hair out of your face in the process. The bile that came from your stomach was an awful mixture of whatever cheap food you ate the night before as well as the hard liquor you downed the pills you took with. You expunged the contents from your stomach, closed the lid and took a moment to collect your thoughts after such a harsh awakening. A flimsy plastic bag lay empty next to your trashcan and a pipe fully packed with ash lay next to the sink, letting you know you’d completely overdone it again. You could almost hear your wallet cry from the table in the other room knowing you’d have to see your dealer again soon. Snapping out of your train of thought, you pulled yourself up into a standing position, trying to shake awful taste from your mouth in the process. Your head burned and the rest of your body felt like absolute shit. Like everything else in your apartment at the moment, the tank lever was chilling to the touch and you scolded yourself for being such a cheapskate when it came to heating your place. After the toilet had let out it’s telltale gurgle, you stepped to the side to position yourself in front of the sink and glanced into the mirror that hung above it. Unsurprisingly, you looked as bad as you felt. Dark bags hung heavy under your eyes and your skin looked pale as a sheet, but besides a few bruises on your sides and arms there was nothing too permanent,, much to your relief. You shivered again, spurring you to reach for the fuzzy robe that hung from the door next to you. You and that robe had been through a lot together, a lot of good trips, and a lot of bad ones too. You put your arms through and tied the waist rope around you before you turned back around towards the mirror to continue tidying yourself up. As you studied your hair and concluded that you needed a cut, the electric clock that sat on one of your shelves caught your attention;
it read 10:34 PM.
Realization hit you like a truck; Shit! My shift is in less than 30 minutes!
You worked at a diner down the street from your apartment, a real dinky joint called “Big Sal’s 24/7”. While it certainly wasn’t glamorous, it paid enough to support your rent and… other habits, no one asked questions, and the hours let you continue to lead your mostly nocturnal lifestyle. The main downside was that Big Sal (who wasn’t the original owner of the diner but liked to call himself that anyway) was a major hard-ass and he would fire you for sure this time if you were late again.
You turned to face yourself back in the mirror to make a mental list of everything you had to do before heading out and you figured a shower was much overdue. Turning towards the tub, you walked on tip toes across the ceramic tile to avoid as much contact as possible with the cold surface. The turtle bath mat that you had for years sat on the ground smiling up at you, cheery as ever. It was old and all of the soft fuzz had been matted down from repeated use but you couldn’t bring yourself to toss it. You stepped onto the shell of the mat and moved aside your shower curtain, reaching for the knob to turn on the water and quickly retracted it as the cold water splashed your arm and wet your robe. You chucked it off lazily onto the floor as you waited for the water to heat up and removed your boxers in preparation for your shower. Testing the water revealed that it was still too cold so you stood in your spot for several moments longer waiting for it to heat up, studying the bathroom you had already seen more times than you could count.
As your eyes trailed down, lost in thought, a spider fighting the water near the drain caught your attention. So helpless and so close to it’s doom, legs splayed out and thrashing in a panic.
“Yeah, I feel you buddy” you said in a sympathetic tone, not wanting to watch it suffer any longer but also not wanting to come into contact with it. You were glad that the water was taking care of it.
It was safe to say there were times you knew how that felt; sitting around, circling the drain as those in your life simply watched, hoping for you to get better but not wanting to help you. It’s not like you wanted to end up a 20-something drug addict, living paycheck to paycheck but here you were. Sure, getting clean seemed nice but going cold turkey wasn’t an option and you sure as hell didn’t have 5-star private resort rehab money.
I should have paid attention to those stupid D.A.R.E. classes came your thoughts again, pushing the spider out of your mind. The thought made you laugh at yourself almost, it was so stupid and cliche. A druggie boyfriend comes into your life and tempts you into trying these great new drugs. Before you know it you’re hooked and he was nowhere to be seen. Your hate for your ex burned fervently but you had been down this track of thinking numerous times, nothing you could change now. Steam from the shower began to engulf your legs and you shook the resentment from your mind. Before stepping into the white tub you looked back at the drain, spider out of site.
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One skin-scalding shower and several much needed dramamines later, you were off to your job. It was mid-fall and of course you forgot your coat as you hurried out the door. The cold night air nipped at your skin and you huddled your arms around your uniformed body to obtain any semblance of warmth you could. The neon lights of the diner shone brightly ahead and for once, you had motivation to walk through the front doors of the place to start your shift, warmth . You distracted yourself from the discomfort by thinking about the tips that you could earn tonight. If it was slow, you’d have to put what you got aside to pay for rent but if you got lucky, you’d shoot your plug a text and hopefully meet up with him after your shift. The thought excited you and you quickened your pace. The 5 hour shift in front of you was daunting however and as you approached the glass doors of the establishment, you could already see Big Sal peering at you from behind the counter. You checked your watch: 11:03PM, shit. You pressed one of the doors open gingerly and gave Big Sal a sheepish grin, hoping he’d let you off easy.
“Meet me in the kitchen” he uttered before turning around and pushing through to the kitchens, stifling all hope you had. You slinked off behind the counter, grinning at a pair of older women who sat several booths down on the other side of the diner. One waved back politely while the other frowned before leaning in and telling her dining partner something you had no hope of catching. You pressed it from your mind and trudged through the hinged doors of the kitchen.
Sal was standing by the large fridge, arms crossed, tapping his foot, red as a beet. He had it out for you this time.
“Ay yai yai, Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you this!? Early is on time and on time is-”
“Late, I know” You cut him off from his usual spiel. He continued, taking little note of your interruption “-and this isn’t even on time, this is just regular ol’ late!”. The line cooks working several feet away from you kept their eyes down but it was evident that they were listening to his scolding. “I would really be doin’ myself a great justice firin’ your ass, what’s your excuse this time? Dead grandmother? Sprained ankle?” he questioned in a sarcastic tone. While he may not actually be Sal he was certainly big and you really didn’t want to get into it with him right now. The craving to get high was already seeping into you, god you had gotten bad. “Look, uh, sir, I’m really really sorry, I’ve just had a lot going on and- and- I just… please. I really need this job” your resolve slowly melted away as you looked up at him, attempting to give him the most pity-inducing look you could, it felt cheap, but you really did need the money.
He grumbled to himself, appearing to weigh the possibilities in his mind before rubbing the back of his neck and shaking his head. The air between the two of you was tense and you bit your lip to ease your nerves. If you lost this job you wouldn’t be able to pay a visit to your dealer until you got a new one. Or eat. Or pay rent. Pssh, details you thought to yourself.
“Fine, but this is the last time, next time I’m canning you for real!” he groused at you, breaking the tense silence. His threats were usually hollow but you wouldn’t take any chances.
“Thank you, sir, you won’t regret it” you assured, flashing him a toothy grin. He murmered “Fuckin’ junkie” under his breath before turning and walking out the kitchen doors. You heard him greet several customers outside which was your queue to dawn your name tag and take some orders.
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The night was, for the most part, uneventful, mostly people getting off or heading to their night shifts and a few regulars. Tips could definitely have been worse but you were out of it tonight. Your mind kept flashing back to when you might be able to talk to your plug and the exhaustion from being strung out showed on your face. The only memorable thing was the ravings of an old man who had come in close to the end of your shift yelling something or another about a cloaked figure roaming the streets. At the time, you simply nodded and smiled, pouring him a cup of tea to soothe his nerves before moving to a less erratic customer. You brushed it off as nothing, after all, you had much more important things to worry about. You were meeting your plug just a few alleyways down from where you were and he said he had something new for you to try, and the prospect of feeling a solid high again motivated you to shuffle through the night.
It was 3am, which wasn’t an unusual time for you two to be meeting but it did mean that the streets were eerily quiet. They were usually safe, but something about it gave you the creeps tonight. You brushed it off as that old man getting to you, and continued to the alley that lay between a pharmacy and a private practice doctor’s office, sort of ironic if you thought about it. Your dealer was known for being a little bit jumpy (you supposed he never read the golden rule of not sampling the merchandise) so you prepared yourself to call out before turning into the alley to avoid scaring the shit out of him. As you inhaled to provide yourself with the needed breath, a sour scent filled your nose and lungs. It hung heavy in the air and you coughed at the unexpected harshness of it. Sure it was an alleyway but this was a different level of putrid. Still, sweet sweet release laid within the thick cloud of awful scent and you were not going to let some simple sensory interruptions stop you from getting it. As you turned into the alley, the site before you caused you to gasp. Your dealer was there alright, but he was laid out on the ground in several pieces. You froze, taking in the entire scene in front of you, one gruesome detail at a time.
His limbs lay detached in a pile to the right of his head, which lay face up, eyes wide open. Your eyes traced more of the floor around him until you found the rest of him. His torso lay in the middle of the alley, and had a gaping hole right in the middle. On the right side of his abdomen was a large portion of him that seemed to have decayed.
“What the fuck??” you shouted, unaware of the volume that you had reached. Morbid curiosity overrid your instincts telling you to get the fuck out of there and you took a step closer towards the deformed side of the torso. It was unlike anything you had seen before, it looked almost supernatural and you assumed this was what had produced the terrible scent.
Whatever he was carrying had gotten him in trouble and you sure as hell didn’t want to experience his final moments. You slowly backed away from the scene, senses heightened, placing on foot behind the other at a time. Your back hit something large and solid behind you. You began to turn to see it but a large gloved hand found itself over your mouth and another wrapped around your waist keeping you in place.
“Now” came a raspy voice from the figure behind you; “You’re going to tell me why you’re here and I’m going to decide whether or not I’m going to kill you”. Your mind raced, was this some kind of turf war? Should you lie and say you’re just an innocent bystander? But a customer has value, unlike a witness that could go babbling to the police, so you settled on telling the truth. He removed the hand from your mouth and you fought hard to find your voice. “Drugs!” you choked out. You cringed at how it came out and elaborated “I came to buy from my dealer, well, the guy that used to be my dealer”. The man’s grip loosened around you and he removed himself from behind you. You swiveled around to catch a glimpse of your assailant. Holy shit that old man wasn’t crazy was your first thought. You marveled as you took in the figure in front of you. He was tall, built strong and covered head to toe in black armor and dressings. Save for his face which was obscured by a bone colored mask. He crossed his arms and let out a “tsk”.
His voice was much more relaxed now; “Why didn’t you say so sooner? Your friend here….” he motioned to the body on the ground “was getting a little greedy with his cuts, taking too much product from himself. This area is ...under new management". You nodded, unsure what to reply with, but your body was screaming for a hit of something, anything.
“You just gonna stand there or are you gonna ask for something?” he asked in annoyance. Your mind struggled to string together a sentence in the tense situation.
“Uhhh… well… I guess just… maybe an eighth… eighth of weed and some bars? Three or four?”
He seemed to think for a moment before his voice came from behind the mask again; “$175.00”
Your eyes widened in shock. “$175.00? You must be out of your fucking mind. My old guy would have done that for $80.00!” He stepped closer to you, causing you to shrink down and regret your outburst.
“$175. Firm.” He closed the distance between the two of you even further and held out a gloved hand. Sharp silver claws adorned each of his hands and you swallowed hard. “Pay up.”
Assuming he bumped all the prices, you’d be in trouble. You’d made a solid $56 in tips tonight and if everything had doubled, you were out of luck. He seemed to study you for a second and you shivered in place, half due to the weather and half due to his presence. In a split second, he was flush against you, hand gripping your jaw, squeezing your cheeks in a painful manner.
“You’re wasting my time” he spat out, clearly agitated by your delay. You winced at the pain of sharp claws digging into your cheeks and your heart rate spiked.
“Look at you, so desperate to get high... pathetic.” he scorned as he turned your face to the side, taking in your features. He held you still for a moment before emitting a light chuckle which made your blood run cold.
“Cute... for a druggie” he mumbled to himself. Ouch.
“Fine, if this fucked up little junkie can’t pay in cash, he has to pay ”. Before your mind could fully process what he meant, he released your face and you lost your balance, causing you to drop down to your knees. They ached as they slammed to the ground below you and you reached for your cheeks, rubbing where they had been gripped and wincing at the pain you found there. As you attempted to soothe yourself, the cloaked man placed one foot on each side of your knees and wrapped a handful of your hair in his hand. The meaning of his words soaked in as he reached for his belt and began to work on the buckle. Your thoughts raced at the situation you found yourself in. Did you really want to suck this guy’s dick for just a few nights worth of drugs? Not really, but you really really needed them. Regardless, at this point, you didn’t seem to have much of a choice. Your body was aching for a hit and you just witnessed what happened to the last guy that tried to get one over on him. There was no getting out of this one. You glanced up at him hesitantly as he unzipped his pants, trying to avoid what would usually be considered eye contact. His bulge was already evident through his undergarments and you swallowed hard, nervous for what would come next.
“Open up and show me how bad you need it” he commanded, placing his cock in his hand and positioning it on your lips. You jerked your head back and started spitting out words faster than your mind could process them.
“Whoa, hey, slow down, I don’t ne-” He tugged your hair and you yelped in pain.
“Open. Up.” he commanded again, sounding even more inpatient. You yielded and parted your lips slightly and the pre-cum that lay on his head quickly met your mouth. Timidly, you bought your tongue forward to lap it up and opened your mouth wider, slowly bringing the tip into your mouth. Your gatekeeper let out little indication of satisfaction besides slightly angling his hips forward towards you, letting you know he wanted you to take more. You wrapped your lips around the entirety of the tip and began to bob your head slowly, taking it in and out of your mouth and working it over with your tongue. With each stroke, you took his girth deeper and deeper into your mouth until it was verging on your throat. Still nothing from the man as you began to work your tongue harder. Only upon you removing the shaft entirely from your mouth and licking from the base to the tip did he show any response, and it wasn’t positive. He let out a bored sigh and pushed you back with a shove of his knee. The hard metal collided with your chest and you gasped as the wind was knocked out of you.
“I’m not convinced” he asserted and he stepped over you. Instinct kicked in and you scurried backwards until your back was against the brick wall. Undeterred, in several steps he found himself over you again.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, I’d hate to ruin that nice face of yours”. You gulped and looked back at your old dealer, this guy wasn’t fucking around. He placed the tips of his claws on your cheeks once more and pushed your focus back to him, irritating where he had dug into already. You froze under his gaze and with one hand, he reached down to his cock and began pumping it. He paused for a moment before he lifted his hand and quickly bought it across your face. A smack sounded into the otherwise quiet night and you recoiled from the pain. His strokes quickened as he let out a gravely moan, he was getting off on your pain and fear.
“God you’re fucked” you said in rebellion as you lifted your head again.
“Feeling brave, are we? Let’s put that mouth to better use. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck that cute little face of yours” he enjoined, eagerness evident in his breath. You really didn’t want him to face fuck you at all but you also didn’t want to find out what else he had in store. Fuck Fuck Fuck, fine, path of least resistance spoke the logical side of your brain as the other half was begging for a hit.
“Fuck my mouth… uh…” you began, stopping as soon as you realized you didn’t know what to call him. He hadn’t alluded to a name of any sort so you resorted to looking up at him, hoping he’d catch your drift and you wouldn’t have to ask in such a serious moment.
“Reaper. Don’t make me regret telling you” he said. You were forced to stifle a scoff. The comedy of it almost temporarily made you forget the direness of the situation you were in before you kicked back into survival mode and remembered the task at hand.
“Reaper… I want you to fuck my mouth” you said in a bashfully.
“Say please”
“Please fuck my mouth Reaper!” you said hastily, hoping a change in tone would be enough to satisfy him. The prying of your jaw by his hand indicated it had. He forced his hard cock into your mouth. As he slowly pushed in, you attempted to fight back, blocking it from plunging deeper with your tongue and tightening your jaw. His body tensed up and he retracted again, looking down at you and tightening his grip. You yanked away from his hand in panic, trying to buy yourself more time before he ravaged your throat
“You little rat!” he almost yelled, his voice rife with anger again. You attempted to scoot away from him and put some distance between the two of you but he was too quick. A heavily armored knee pushed itself into your shoulder, pinning you to the wall and causing immense pain again. Your filter grew thinner and your irritability heightened each minute you went without a fix. This was working against you quickly, and without putting much thought into it, you yelled back at him
“Cut it out, jerk off”. He removed his knee from your shoulder and quickly plunged his steel toed boot into your groin, causing you to cry out and grasp yourself. The pain filled your lower abdomen and he took the opportunity to drag you forward and place you on your knees in front of him. “Shut up and behave or you’re going to make me wish I did kill you”.
He placed his thumb between your lips, prying them open. Once inside your mouth, he pushed in until the digit rested on your tongue, pinning it in place.
At this you went silent and sat still, this wasn’t worth your life. You relaxed your mouth and looked up at him timidly, penitence in your eyes. If it worked on Big Sal, it was worth a shot with Reaper too, afterall, he did say you were cute. His vice grip on your tongue relaxed slightly and he continued at a lower volume, “Now, are you going to be a good boy and let me use you? You want those drugs, don’t you?”. You blinked and let an obedient “uh huh” before he retracted his finger from your mouth. You didn’t dare close it as he positioned himself to throat fuck you again.
“You should be grateful, you get to have something shoved in you that isn’t a drug”. He left you little time to protest before he shoved the entirety of his girth into your mouth and down your throat in one smooth motion. The size of it was overwhelming and you gagged on it as he held it in place for several agonizing seconds. You tried to find anything to distract yourself so you stared at the brick wall to your right, counting the bricks as Reaper pulled back, allowing you to breath. Before you were ready again, he shoved it back in your throat and let out a deep groan. God I’m going to need some of those pills for real now you thought. He quickened his pace, pushing his cock in and out of your throat in rapid succession, eliciting more obscene gags and coughs from you and causing your throat to tighten around his shaft even more. His pace was blistering and you were barely able to catch your breath in between strokes.
“Good… work for it, kid” came his voice from above you. He gripped the sides of your head hard and pulled you forward, lowering you fully onto his cock and locking it in with a hand behind your head.
His commanding voice rang out again “Look at me, slut”. You did as you were told and looked up at him, searching for any sign of a gaze back but your eyes settled on the black pits of his mask when you couldn’t find one. Upon this, he let out another groan and lifted your head up slightly before pushing it back down. You could feel his pulse raise as you looked up at him, tears in your eyes from the pain.
“This is all you’ll ever be good for, being a warm hole for your dealer.”
His hard breathing from behind his mask became noticeable as his strokes became more and more erratic.
“Look at you, down on your knees in an alleyway, letting anyone fuck you just to get a fix, deplorable”.
He let out several more groans and pulled you off his dick, allowing you to gulp in air again. You fell forward, collapsing onto his legs, throat rubbed raw and body exhausted.
“I’m not done with you yet” he pushed you back up into an upright position with one knee and rubbed his slick cock against your face before pushing it back into your throat.
“Get ready, you little drug whore”. You pushed back, attempting to get air before he finished in your throat but he didn’t budge. Instead, he pushed down harder and reached under your chin with his free hand, squeezing your throat and increasing the intensity of the sensation. The moment seemed to drag on forever and the feeling of being completely full was overwhelming your senses. Your vision became blurry from the overload on your throat as well as lack of oxygen. After several harsh tugs he let out a loud grunt and you felt his warm cum seeping down the back of your throat, causing you to choke again.
“Swallow it all, bitch” He held your head still for several moments more, making sure you had taken all of his cum before abruptly pushing you off. You tumbled backwards and inhaled sharply, breath catching on the liquid that remained in your throat causing you to sputter as you tried to get air.
“Disappointing,” he said. You looked up at him as he tucked himself away and produced two paper bags in front of you that held what you had come for. Your head was still spinning but you attempted to sturdy yourself before pushing up onto your shaky legs.
“Finally…” you said, voice cracking as you did. You reached for the bags that were dangled in front of you, ready to slam the entire thing and forget about the events that had just occurred but right as your fingers grazed them, Reaper quickly ripped them back.
“Cash first.” Was he fucking serious?
“Fuck you mean cash first? I paid already, asshole!” you quickly retorted as you lunged forward, reaching for the bags. You managed to snag a corner but something cold and hard pressed against your stomach. You swallowed hard and without relinquishing your grip, you glanced down to see a massive silver shotgun pressed into your stomach. Where the fuck did that come from? You wondered, mind in a panic, causing you to freeze in place. He pressed the gun further into your stomach and slid the corner out of your hand.
“You think that covered it? You can’t be serious”. At this you backed off the gun and took a step back. As much as you wanted to tell him to go fuck himself and knee him in the groin, you had invested a lot into these drugs. He latched the shotgun to his belt and bought his hand up between the two of you, palm open.
“Fine. You win” you said in defeat, reaching into your pocket and producing the tips you had earned that night. You slapped the roll into his hand hard and he let out a mocking “hmph” while quirking his head to the side. He then unfurled the bills and quickly thumbed through them with a silver claw before tucking it somewhere in his cloak. “Well?” you said expectantly. Your head was killing you and it was still cold as hell out, you were not going to put up with any more bullshit, even if this bullshit wielded shotguns large enough to punch a massive hole through your torso. Reaper tossed the bags up towards your direction and you hurried to catch them. This was a long time coming and you weren’t going to waste a moment. He watched you intently as you ripped the bag and grabbed a bar of xanax. You gathered your strength to break the bar with your hands before gathering spit in your mouth to dry swallow it. The tough corners rubbed against your already raw throat and you winced as it seemed to drag itself down to your stomach. The man in front of you let out a chuckle before turning on his heels and walking out the alleyway. As he reached the end he yelled out without looking back.
“Be seeing you again soon, Y/N.”
You were relieved to see him go until his sentence struck you.
“Wait, how the fuck do you know my name?” Your mind traced through the last hour or so of interaction with him, unpleasant as it was, and no mention of your name coming up came to memory.
“ Adorable uniform by the way” he shouted back as he disappeared around the corner out of sight. You looked down at your attire. Yep, there was your uniform alright, name tag covered in your spit, top two buttons ripped open. It hadn’t even dawned on you that you were still wearing it. You stood in place for a moment, taking in the night around you as you waited for the effects of the first pill to set in until the stench of the body hit your nose again and you decided you wanted to be as far away from this alleyway as possible. As you trudged towards your apartment you mumbled to yourself “...I have to find a new dealer”