It had been ten days. The longest ten of Sam’s life, but still, just ten. He was slightly embarrassed to be walking dark alleys because of it, but he needed a fix. Badly.
The worst of it was over. He wasn’t fidgeting anymore, he could sleep easier, and he could feel good about sex again. Well, good enough. Freak Juice had a way of getting into your system and staying with you for days. It was hard to go off of it and feel like you were really living.
For many, it was like being forced to go from seeing the world in full color back to black and white. But it happened. Inevitably. As good as the stuff was, it wasn’t easy to come by. That’s part of what made it appealing. Trying something dangerous and rare, feeling something you know few others would ever know.
For Sam, it was better than just being high. It was somehow being more. More attractive, more powerful, more confident. Being on Freak Juice made sex like an hour long orgasm, only stopping when the final blow was enough to nearly knock you out. He felt his muscles grow strong, his attention heightened, and he swore it even made his dick bigger.
It wasn’t like smoking pot or anything else, it’d didn’t bring you down or leave you feeling like crap afterward. That is, until you became desperate to feel it again, knowing that living without it was like sleepwalking.
But for ten days, Sam managed to cope with just being as he was. His attempts to get more were shot down at every turn. Many were too scared to sell it, even if they knew where to find it. Most tried not to think of what it was at all, sticking to the regular domestic wares.
Sam didn’t care. Hell, it even intrigued him. Prometheans were still very new to him. He’d never seen one, but he knew they were out there. And the stuff that spewed from their loins was potent. So potent that just smelling the stuff was enough to drive a man wild.
That’s how he ended up in that dark alley…
Earlier that day, Sam had gone into the office as normal, finally able to calmly get through his job and focus on his work. He even toyed with the idea of giving up the stuff for good, realizing the steep price that came for feeling superhuman. He was deep into the peaceful mundanity of his routine when it hit him: that scent. That Freak Juice scent.
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