#chemiical

But there he was, patting the seat of the bike with a proud smile. “Yeah, that’s my baby...I’ve had her for years. Used to call her Pussy Mobile but then I got married so...uh, I’m just been callin’ her Kat.”

Sally tasted it on her tongue, every drop of sweat mixed with cheap body lotion as she licked her way up the junkie's arm; getting closer by the second to the spot where she would stab him with a pre-loaded syringe. Resting between Sally's fingers, stained with her own blood for she had already used it on herself. Again and again —— over and over again. Hooded eyelids opened up fully to meet Iggy's gaze, the look of maniac urgency on his face more than enough to send a little laugh tumbling out from deep within her chest, muffled against his forearm. Junkies... always craving for their very own piece of heaven. "Say please, honey. Do it for me. I love you so fucking much.”

mcr <3 <3 <3