Sharp metallic tang flowed across his taste buds causing him to grimace, his body numb and sedated. A hole was left where something precious had once sat. The abuse his senses had taken had begun to take their toll on his nerves. Filled with chemicals he continued to work.
His mind was throbbing, thoughts erratic. The high was already dying down. He needed another fix. Tiredness plagued his muscles as he considered where he could find his poison. Rising from his chair he went to medicate his delicate sore, licking the wound between his teeth with his tongue.
One more wouldn’t hurt.