Someone There

(loud whispering) ‘hey, there’s someone there. just leave her here. go go.’

At my void deck where I was reading, a bone-skinny girl in a chiffon spag top, floral pencil skirt wobbled out of a corner with a bottle of wine and a lit cigarette in her hands. After taking two steps away from the wall, she fell and the bottle smashed into bits right next to her. Of course, I couldn’t ignore that and rushed over to pick her up, sitting her down in a trance-like state.

‘Hey. You alright?’

‘Yeah.. I’m so high and horny right now.’

I took her bag immediately and found her wallet, where her NRIC told me she lived in that very block. Having no other choice, I packed my bag quickly and brought her up, where I unlocked the door with her keys since no one answered.

In that bare apartment, an old, wooden bed was lying in the centre of the living room, with syringes, straws – and used condoms, surrounding it. The other few pieces of furniture was a couch, and a CRT TV. Fuck. That was the first and last time I could call the police before I became part of it.

‘There!’

She pointed to the bed and went to it, laying herself on the thick sheets and clean white pillows that was so different from the rest of the house. The belts hanging at the corners created an ominous link to the marks around her wrists and ankles, leaving little to imagine if what I thought was true.

‘I’m going to call the.. ‘

‘NO! DON’T! Please.. ‘

I placed my stuff down and brought her to the sofa, before dragging the bed back into the bedroom that was missing one. That girl probably weigh just 40kg when I carried her easily into the room, and was a pitiful sight when she started shaking.

‘i need it.. give it to me please.. ‘

Drugs, if I guessed correctly. Using the belts once again to hold her in place, I closed the door to her pleas and incessant cries for help, unable to let her destroy herself any further. Back in the living room, I found myself cleaning the mess up, packing the ‘goods’ into a triple-plastic-bag-lined biohazard disposal bin.

Going back into the room with a pail of warm water and a filled glass (of water!), the poor girl was in a semi-conscious state and cold sweat. After applying the first warm towel on her forehead, she turned to me with some soul in her eyes.

‘Is it too much to ask for you to masturbate me through this?’

‘I guess not.’

As her skirt was already out of place at her hips, I lowered her panties and began to work my fingers on her clit. The amount of struggle died down almost immediately as she drifted in and out of sleep, moaning lewd words as she came once after another.

The girlish, muffled voice was impossible NOT to get hard to, indicating the same for the two men whom I suspected was involved. Fifteen minutes into the ‘improved’ withdrawal process, she was much more sober and requested for me to let her suck my dick, in place of cigarettes that she could well had too much of.

Well, the fear of getting my dick bitten off was as real as it could be, but when she gently held my dick to eat out, I figured that I was just overthinking. In the unlikely exchange of pleasure while she was at her worst, pleasure did relieved her cravings for whatever drugs they gave her.

After she caused me to blow my load in her mouth, she just kept going to distract herself from the discomfort. Estimated to have at least six orgasms from the hour long foreplay, she faded away to sleep and I spent the night bottom naked next to her.

Besides the hourly wake up call from her shifting hand on my groin, I led her back to sleep with an orgasm each time.

By the time I woke up, she was snoring loudly under the sunlight that was blasting through the thin curtains. I couldn’t sleep anymore and whipped up an egg-and-sausage breakfast, considering that she had one of the toughest nights in her life.

A fully naked girl awaited me when I brought the plate into her room, looking all refreshed and cheerful in front of the strangely, gorgeous window.

‘Oh my god! Is it for me?’

‘Yes.’

She swallowed everything down with a cup of OJ I brought for myself, in a hearty and light-hearted mood. We then went out into the living room with the blanket around her back, and there were no words to describe how happy she was to see the tidy house.

‘I am actually from a rich family, and my parents gave this place to me after they bought a condo. I stupidly made some bad friends and, they kept me hooked on drugs and sex, three days straight in this house.’

Speechless after hearing how stupid, as she said she was, the least I could do was to offer her a hug, that never felt so reassuring before. As if she owed me her life, she was not a bit shy when she placed my hands on her boobs. We got each other off once more before we left her place, for a full body check up at her private doctor’s clinic where she was cleared of any sexual diseases, pregnancy, as well prescribed with some withdrawal meds.

For the next five days, I stayed at her place with my family’s knowledge, to tide her through the complete purge of toxins in her system, that was filled with sex and intimacy. I guess I could skip the part where we lived happily ever after, after she brought me to meet her parents with full disclosure of what happened.

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