The Ultimate Lifeform was supposed to be the prime example of perfection, but when he's led astray by drugs, he finds himself slipping. And that without caring.
Contains: Shadourge, drug addiction, anal, slut shaming, Shadow uke, Scourge seme, cum inside, blow job, cum on face, implied prostitution, broken
Junkie

Shadow's POV

The Ultimate Lifeform was created to be the prime example of perfection. No bodily flaws, incredible power, mentally undefeated and unable to be led astray by worldly desires.
That was what it meant to be the Ultimate Lifeform and I failed to live up to that title.
I lost my memories, nearly lost my sanity, briefly led astray by the comfort of a home and family. I failed at being that which my creator and Maria lost their lives for. It was an unbearable thought and so I attempted to correct myself.
I managed to right certain wrongs, but my life quickly went downhill when I regained my memories.
Tails had offered to help me get my memories back and I eagerly agreed, wanting to get them all back and remember Maria and my creator again.
That one video the Chaotix showed right before my showdown with Black Doom showed me two wonderful people who had the entire planet's best interest at heart, I wanted to know them again.
With these odd electrodes connected to my brain specially designed by Tails, he wanted to attempt to bring them back with minor shocks to the part of the brain that was in charge of our memory. The kitsune had done extended research and worked on fine tuning his invention for months to make sure it would work without any risk of harm coming to me.
It worked, the memories came crashing down on me with one fell swoop, completely taking me off guard.
I woke up a couple of hours later in the guest bedroom of Sonic's house with Rouge by my side asking how I was feeling. I had discovered shortly after that the sudden flood of memories had send me into a rabid panic attack, forcing the young kitsune to sedate me while Sonic helped keep me down as the straps didn't do enough.
No idea where a young boy like him would get sedatives, but that didn't matter to me. I had been embarrassed because of my outburst at first, but Tails had insisted that it was fine, stating that my outburst was something he should've foreseen.
After spending the night there to make sure I was fine, I returned back to my daily life. I returned to my apartment, to my job at G.U.N, just life in general.
At first it was great to have my memories back. So many of my questions got answers and I finally knew who Maria and Gerald Robotnik were again. Rouge had often commented on how much my mood had improved and she often left the nicknames 'Mr. Sunshine' and 'Grumpyhog' behind her.
That didn't last for long, unfortunately.
Just like the good memories I've been dying to have returned, the terrible ones I would've never wanted to relive had come back aswell.
It started as regular nightmares. Flashes of bad memories I was reliving that I couldn't even remember when I woke up sweating and panting. They weren't interfering with my life, so I just accepted them and moved on.
I didn't think much of it, believing that they would dissapear with time. I thought the nightmares were there because of the forceful return of my memory.
They never went away, in fact, they only got worse as time went by.
My nights became more restless as the memories became fiercer and clearer.
The very first traumatic memory that stayed with me for days after I had dreamed it, was of me as a young child.
I had been strapped to a table as faceless people dressed in white lab coats stood around me, writing things down on their clipboards. One of them produced a sharp needled that made my younger self whine in fear, but they barely reacted at all. They took my arm and spread the fur to search for a good vein before plunging the needle inside. The liquid burned as it was forced into my bloodstream and tears had sprung into my eyes.
My younger self sniffed and whined as whatever liquid they had forced inside quickly did its work, a burning feeling taking over he entirety of my arm, making me cry out.
I remember calling for Maria, calling for Gerald, but neither one of them came. As young as I was, I didn't understand why they stayed away.
I felt so alone, so scared and in pain.
The nightmare worried me and stayed with me for weeks. I had contemplated telling Rouge, but I didn't want to concern her, not when she seemed so happy for me.
But I couldn't keep it a secret for long.
The nightmares continued, ranging from when I was a young child to when I was well into puberty. They went from syringes or experimental medication with severe side effects or gore that could've come straight out of a horror movie, like Saw.
Clean saws and scalpels to see how fast I'd heal, to see if my alien/mobian hybrid body worked any differently than a normal mobian. Alot of the time they didn't even bother using sedatives just to see my reaction.
I had lost claws, fingers, whole limbs.
Once I even lost my left foot, my right leg all the way up to my knee and all the digits of my right hand after they had died off from frost bite when they attempt to recreate freezing temperatures to see how well I'd do.
The answer? Not much better than a regular mobian.
I remember listening to how dissapointed they were as they tried to warm my body back up with warm blankets, stating how they guessed they should be glad that I had the ability to regenerate to set me apart from others.
If I hadn't had my regenerative abilities and lost those body parts forever, I would've been 'taken care off'.
Some traumatic events that had returned to haunt me were of sexual nature. They occured during my puberty, when all sorts of strange things were happening to my body as I grew up and Maria wasn't there to stand up for me, nor was Gerald sane enough to protect me.
Scientists who wanted to know if my body developed differently because of my mobian mixed with Black Arms DNA did things to my body that would traumatise any child. Soldiers on late shifts when not alot of people were around wanted to know what a half alien teenager felt like.
There was never any actual penetration, but the hands of strangers exploring my body, fingers rubbing where they weren't supposed to rub, lips teasing mine and other places of my body was enough to scar me.
At this point I woke up crying in bed.
The worst of memories always happened in the underground G.U.N laboratories, when Gerald had stopped caring and just listened to my cries while his broken mind worked up a plot to take everything away from the people he used to want to help.
No one ever came to my aid.
I felt scared to go to work knowing that people wearing those exact same uniforms, the same one I wore on certain missions, had molested me in the past while I was in the middle of puberty just a few floors below my office, which I shared with Rouge.
Rouge had become worried, especially when she caught me crying in the office once.
She had comforted me until I calmed down, but after that I just wanted to go home, no matter how many times she insisted that I tell her what's wrong.
How was I supposed to tell her of everything that had been done to me in the past? I felt ashamed just thinking about it.
The last straw was during a briefing, when the Commander was giving us the details of our next mission. Rouge was sitting somewhere in the room and Omega was present to. We were all armed, me especially.
I was having a hard time paying attention, my mind wandering off, voices getting muffled, vision becoming blurry. I was falling asleep because of the sleep deprivation I had been suffering from for much too long already.
Before I can comprehend what's happening, I suddenly find myself in a different room.
I'm wheezing through an oxygen mask. I'm just waking up, most likely after being sedated. Upon lifting my heavy head to look down, I notice vertical stitches going from not far beneath my chest fur to my lower abdomen not far above the pelvic bone. There were also two horizontal row of stitches, one at the top and one at the bottom.
Right, they opened me up again.
"You're awake." A voice tells me and it takes me a while to remember who it belongs to. It was a man, a human man. He resembles the Commander alot, but he doesn't have the miscoloured eyes.
It's Abraham's father, Senior Tower.
I can only moan in response, unable to form real words yet, which makes a hint of a smirk appear on his lips.
"You're so tired, so out of it. I wonder if you'll even remember." His voice soft, but not gentle. He sounded so cruel and cold. Just like his merciless blue eyes which stared down at me.
If I hadn't been recovering from sedation, my body would've squirmed underneath his gaze. He looks at me like I'm vermin, just something for his entertainment.
Suddenly, his hand settles on my thigh, near the knee. I look at him, my tired eyes expressing worry and fear.
"I'm sure you won't remember. And even if you do, it's not like anyone will care." Senior Tower states as he knew I couldn't respond yet, his hand moving up higher and higher in a slow, teasing manner, nearly touching my crotch.
He stops and looks at me in shock, my fifteen year old self holding and aiming a gun right between his miscoloured eyes.
Wait, what?!
"Shadow!" Rouge yells at me, but she's too afraid to move.
I'm standing in the briefing room again, holding my gun and aiming it at my own boss, the one wears the same face as the bad man in my flashback.
Commander Tower watches me in shock, not knowing how to react. He has to swallow his fear away in order to calm down and think straight again. He carefully reaches for me. He's not angry, just worried.
Why was the Commander worried for me?
A sudden sob leaves me and I realise I've been crying, tear streaks clear and wet on my cheeks. I'm wearing an expression of fear on my face.
I become aware of Rouge sharing the same expression as I am and Omega ready and armed to react if necessary.
"Shadow, my father isn't here. He passed ten years ago from old age, remember?" The Commander tries to remind me as he takes the hand that holds my gun, wanting to lower it. I must've called his father's name.
I lost my grip on the weapon and it falls to the ground. My body begins to tremble.
How did I get here? Wh	at happened? Wasn't I just listening to the briefing? No, wait, wasn't I in that cell with the older Tower?
"Shadow? Does this have anything to do with your memories?" The Commander asks, he's the only one to have the courage to speak up right now. Even Omega was speechless. Rouge has probably told him of the experiment Tails has performed on me in the hope of regaining my memories.
The Commander does another attempt to approach me, but I run, Chaos Controlling away back to my apartment, where I fall to my knees and break down, unable to contain it any longer.

I regret having my memories returned to me.
I was doing just fine as an amnesiac. I had a job, a home, a purpose in life, friends, I didn't need my memories! As soon as I regained them, my whole life fell apart.
I didn't dare go back to work, convinced I'd be locked down there again after aiming a gun at the Commander's face.
I didn't talk to Rouge anymore. She often tried to contact me and ask me if I was okay, calling me, ringing my doorbell, sending me text messages.
She even told Sonic and got him all worked up and worried. He often came knocking on my front door aswell, somehow working his way past the front door of my building.
But I never answered. I wanted to be left alone, isolating myself from everyone. Just me and my nightmares.
Soon enough, they were driving me mad.
I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. I could barely walk down the street without some face of a human or mobian reminding me of a scientist or soldier who had abused me, sending me in a state of shock.
One particular bad day, I even hid myself.
Can you imagine it? Me? Hiding?
I sought sanctuary next to a dumpster in an alley, crouching with my hands grabbing my quills, my eyes squeezed closed and my ears flat against my skull.
The flashback had been of some scientist exposing the veins in my arms, peeling back fur and skin when I was just eleven. I was awake then too.
I wanted it to go away. I wanted it to leave me alone.
That's when I met Scourge.
He beared some resemblance to Sonic, which initially comforted me. I was reliefed to see someone who resembled one of my closest friends, though I was pushing them all away.
But this one wore such a malicious smirk.
"What do you want?" I asked, sitting down against the wall with my arms wrapped around my legs and my face buried within.
"You look like shit. What's up with that?" The hedgehog answered. He didn't even act genuine.
"That's none of your business." I abruptly replied. I wasn't about to share my childhood filled with abuse, dead/insane family members, molestation, experimentation and neglect with a complete stranger.
The hedgehog acted like he was wounded.
"Aw man, is that really any way to treat the guy who can provide you with the answer to all your problems?" He asked, that arrogant look still all over his face.
But even so, l carefully looked up to him, my eyes peeking just above my arms.
The stranger smirked, knowing he had me.
"This is my address. Come by sometime and I'll give you some of my... Stash." He said as he gave me a small card with his address written on it. Just a plain white card with no name or number, just an address.
He gave it kind of inconspicuously, like he didn't want anyone to see.
"You should come by and I'll give you the time of your life. All your problems will dissapear before you know it. I'll see you there, Shad." The hedgehog told me and left me here in the alleyway, knowing my name as my face was now as nearly as well-known as the resident hero's.
He left without even saying his name, leaving me to contemplate his words.

When I returned home, I left the card on the dresser in the hallway and went straight to my bedroom, dropping down on my bed with my trench coat and shoes still on, snuggling my face into my pillow.
I felt tired. So, so tired. I could just close my eyes and fall asleep. But at the same time, I was afraid. What was I going to see when my eyes close? Which face was going to hurt me this time? What was going to happen? Maria's death? Gerald's gentle eyes grown cold as his love for me has turned into malicious intent and almost hatred?
I don't want to see it. I don't want to see any of it. I just want them to dissapear.
Briefly I thought of that hedgehog and his 'solution'.
He was talking about drugs, no doubt about that.
Talking about his 'stash', the solution to all my problems and giving me that card with his address as unnoticable as possible without even giving me his name. He was trying to offer me drugs. As shameful as that was, I was more ashamed by the fact that I was actually considering it.
My mind kept thinking of pros and cons. Cons? What if I get addicted? Answer? You're the Ultimate Lifeform, you can't get addicted!
That was a lie, of course. If sedatives worked on me, I would surely be able to get addicted aswell.
Now pros? Finally rid of these nightmares. No flashbacks, no panic attacks, no attempts to kill my own boss just because he looks like someone I don't like.
"Stop it!" I yelled at myself, burying my face in the pillow.
I didn't want to think of it. I didn't want to consider it. No way was I going to lower myself to that level.
Pulling myself together, I got up from my bed and dressed into something more comfortable before curling up in my bed and reluctantly going to sleep.
I woke up crying and in complete panic just two hours later, sitting up and backing away against the bed board. I felt disgusted, betrayed, violated. The images just repeated over and over again in my mind.
I wanted them gone, I can't live like this!
As soon as the morning light returned, I traveled to the hedgehog's address.

I met with him, learned his name, got myself some pills because I couldn't handle syringes anymore, paid for them and returned home.
The packet was lying in front of me on the coffee table. This was the moment of truth. Do I actually make use of them? Do I flush them and just accept that my life is hell?
As the images returned to haunt me, I quickly swallowed some just like Scourge had told me to and waited for any sort of change.
For the first time in months, I felt at peace.

I found myself in a slippery slope downward shortly after.
The first few days, heck even weeks went just fine. My memories didn't bother me when I was as high as a kite. I was happy alot too. At first I had even consired going back to work. I was even talking with Rouge and Sonic again, telling them that I had simply taken a small break, but that I was feeling much better now.
But then consequence reared its ugly head.
I don't know a whole lot about drug addictions, but I quickly found myself unable to live without my fix, as Scourge had called it. I felt like I could just die without my current best friend. I willingly sacrificed everything for it.
Even my own home.
I got kicked out after a couple of months of being unable to pay for rent when all of my money went to Scourge. I used to love cleanliness. A neat home, kept my hygiene up, my appearance appreciatable.
I didn't care about that anymore. All my time, all my money went into drugs. I had even agreed to living in a complete dump.
A crack den, like it was often called, was my new home.
Wallpaper that peeled off of the walls, worn furniture with suspicious stains and smells. I didn't have a bed, just a filthy mattress with a pillow without pillow casing. I didn't have a shower with warm water. It was a dump.
Heck, I didn't even have a lock on my front door. Anyone of the suspicious nature could just walk in whenever they pleased. But I didn't care. I was just glad to have more than enough money to feel good again.
But I had once again lost contact with my friends. I'm sure, they are worried and that is my only regret. It's been nearly a year since the first day I started taking drugs and by now they must've noticed that I no longer live in that classy apartment I used to have and was proud off.
I didn't see them, I didn't hear from all. All I got were glimpses from far away.
Sonic didn't recognise me anymore. I often recognised the cobalt spines as he passed the alley I was sitting or standing in, enjoying the afterglow of my high, but he didn't even look my way. He probably didn't expect to see me in an alleyway.
And even if he did look, I doubt he'd recognise me. My fur and quills were greasy and disheveled, I didn't take care of myself like I used to. It just didn't seem important anymore.
I saw Rouge too as she flew over on her way to and from work. She didn't look at all as happy as she used to. Neither one of them did. Whenever I saw them, it was with a sorrowful frown on their muzzles.
But all I could think off, all I cared about, was drugs. The one thing to free me from this pain, to give me peace, to make me blissfully ignorant again.
Of course, money had to run out sometime, but I still could not let go.
"Come for more?" Scourge smirked as he watched me stand in the doorway of his apartment.
It looked better than my current one. Without a doubt it paid to live from fools' misery and addiction. He even had furniture that didn't smell like sweat and urine.
I nodded, looking down.
It's been about a week since the last time I was here and though Scourge was always glad to earn some cash, he did look annoyed despites his smirk.
I hadn't paid him last time.
"Well, you better have some cash this time and don't forget you still owe me from last time." He said as he motioned for me to come closer to give him the money, but when he noticed that I just kept standing there, his smirk quickly dissapeared.
"Don't tell me... You actually had the guts to come here for pills without any green! What am I, a charity worker?!" Scourge yelled as he shot up from the couch and approached me, anger apparent on his face.
"I don't have a job! It's not as easy as it sounds to steal money from people!" I protested. Maybe it would've been easy with my Chaos Control, but ever since I had succesfully gotten addicted, I haven't felt like I could use it. My powers were certainly still there, but it felt like I couldn't tap into them.
"Tough! I want my money and you're not seeing a glimpse of my stash without it!" Scourge shouted, angered that I used an excuse for my lack of money.
His words terrified me.
"No, you can't do this to me! I need it! If I go another day without them, they'll drive me insane!" I pleaded with him as I grabbed his upper arms in a tight grip, desperation evident in my features.
I don't want them to come back to haunt me. The flashbacks, the nightmares, I can't handle them!
"I don't care about 'them'. Get me my money and you'll get your stuff." Scourge roughly pushed me away from him. As amusing as he always found it to see me beg and plead, me clinging onto him like that had only served to further annoy him.
"Please, Scourge, I'd do anything! Anything at all!" I desperatly held onto his jacket. I just wanted them to stay away. I wanted my mind to stay blissfully empty and ignorant. I would do literally anything to make the painful memories go away.
"Anything?" The green hedgehog asked, his interest piqued. He was well aware by now of just why I had resorted to taking drugs, he was the one who suggested them to me in the first place, but he had never thought I, the former Ultimate Lifeform, would be so desperate and pathetic as to do quite literally anything to make the bad go away.
I nodded, embarrassingly enough close to sobbing as tears were clear in the corners of my eyes.
Scourge's smirk returned.
"Anything at all, ey? How about we discuss a different method of payment?"

I got what I wanted.
The 'stuff', the only thing capable of freeing my mind of the pain.
I didn't have to pay Scourge that evening, after all. Apparently me agreeing to pay in just about any kind of way was enough to get what I wanted and be send home. Scourge was even cheerful when I left, though there was something off about that cheerfulness of his.
I didn't care, so long as I didn't have to see the masked faces, feel hands on the inside of me or see my own organs function and twitch with my own eyes, I would be fine.
Yes, fine. I'm happy so long as they stay away, aswell as the happy memories of my dear friend and creator.
I can't stand remembering them and knowing how happy Maria used to be to have me as a friend, or how proud Gerald was when I exceeded his expectations on every level. I remember him being exceptionally ecstatic when I showed great intelligence at a young age. The high IQ had always been a treasured ability in the Robotnik family.
Vaguely I could hear my front door open and close and one set of footsteps make their way into my bedroom, where I laid on the single mattress, enjoying the silence and peace in my own mind. I was too out of it to notice someone else in the room with me until I received a kick to my back.
"W-Wha? Wuzzat?" My words were slurred as I looked over my shoulder and saw Scourge standing there, his trademark malicious smirk visible on his pale muzzle.
"Good afternoon, Stripes. Already high as a kite?" Scourge asked as he watched my expression that spoke volumes of my current state.
I was just getting out of it, actually.
"I've been thinking of a good way for you to pay me back." The hedgehog said as crouched down next to me and I rolled to lie on my back.
"Oh?" I simply responded, a slight smile visible on my features.
"Oh yeah, a great way." He spoke as his eyes trailed over my body. My fur disheveled, mildly malnourished and body obviously not washed the past few days, Scourge felt himself get turned on. I was ruined, he knew that and he reveled in it.
He got turned on just thinking of how far he could get the former Ultimate Lifeform to sink.
"Oh yeah." His smirk widened, knowing exactly what he was going to do.
His lips suddenly pressed onto mine without warning and I sluggishly returned the pressure. Already I felt his hand trailing downwards and groping my crotch, kneading it and massaging it to get me hard.
Despites being as doped up as I was, I still caught on and figured that he wanted sexual favours in return for sharing his stash.
I didn't care.
My arms wrapped around his neck as I pulled him closer, the hedgehog lying down on top of me now that I had gotten semi-hard. Grinding our hips together quickly succeeded in getting him stiff in his pants aswell.
"Damn, you're not even protesting. You're just accepting it." Scourge stated as he pulled away from the kiss for a breather, pleasantly surprised.
"Fuck me." Was my only response as my lips trailed his neck with kisses. I was a virgin, but I seemed to have forgotten that.
"Right to the point, just the way I like it." Scourge growled in approval, the friction of our jeans quickly driving me to moan at the sensation.
The green hedgehog sat up on my torso, unzipped his jeans and freed his stiff manhood. It was delicious to see me so vulnerable and desperate to do his bidding. He wanted to take advantage of it as soon as he could.
He moved to sit closer to my face and practically prodded his erection to my cheek, urging me to take it inside.
"Open your mouth and lick it." He ordered and I complied, parting my lips and licking the tip. Scourge knew I had no experience with this at all, but he couldn't care less. Just having someone like me do this to him was more than enough.
I did as he told me and licked the tip a couple of times, my dominant hand gingerly grasping his shaft before he told me to lick that too. I made long, lazy licks across the entire length. I listened when he told me to take the tip in my mouth, my tongue rolling all around it, and soon Scourge got me to deepthroat the thing, though with alot of difficulty.
And when I wasn't satisfying him because of my inexperience, Scourge decided to take charge, grabbing a handful of quills like only another hedgehog could and thrusting his whole shaft inside, nearly choking me. I tried to get him to pull away when I wanted to breath, but I couldn't get enough leverage in this position.
"Stop being so difficult." Scourge growled as he pulled out until he thrusted back in halfway. I wanted to gasp as he found a pace to his liking, which was too hard and deep for someone with no experience at all.
"Aw yeah, now we're getting into it." Scourge groaned as he thrusted in and out of my mouth, having the time of his life while I squirmed underneath him, my eyes squeezed close and my ears flat.
The hedgehog wasn't holding back as he moved in and out, having no regard for my feelings or needs. He was treating me like a piece of meat with no shame at all.
I moaned in desperation, I wanted him to pull out and give me a break. I could hardly breath and he was practically ripping the quills out of my head.
But much to my relief, he did give me a break.
Scourge felt that he was about to cum and pulled his stiff member out of my mouth before ejaculating all over my face, keeping my lips parted to make sure some of his cum landed in my mouth aswell, after which he demanded that I savour and swallow it. It had a salty taste.
"Yeah, that's a good look for you. Covered in cum, just like you're supposed to be." The green hedgehog smirked as he looked down on me, still sitting on top of my chest. His semen was splayed all across my face, even my ears and quills.
He loved the sight of it.
"W-Was that enough payment?" I asked. Despites my doped up mind, I still felt a little uncomfortable after this.
"Oh hell, no!" Scourge replied and made me kick my shoes off before he roughly pulled my jeans and underwear off, nearly dragging me off the mattress. He had also told me to get rid of my shirt.
"For your payment, I want you to give everything to me." He said and spread my legs before getting comfortable between them. He had started slow at first with the kissing and the grinding, but that was a thing from the past.
Scourge grabbed my hips, lifted them up and pushed his whole erection completely inside in one go, earning a cry of pain out of me.
"Ths-That was so rough." I told him, but it didn't seem like Scourge was listening. His member was still soaked from my savila and his precum, but it didn't make me slick enough. Not to mention that I wasn't at all prepared down there.
"Scourge... Scourge, slow down. Slow down, please." I panted as I knew he must be tearing me up down there. And when he slid in and out easier, I knew he must've drawn blood.
"Shut up and take it like a good slut. It's your own fault for not paying." He said, keeping up the rough pace. I only felt pleasure when he hit my prostate, which he only cared to hit when he wanted to hear me moan.
But still, despites the harsh pain that came with the rough treatment, there was still something primal and mindless that I couldn't help but appreciate.
My whole life revolved around being mindless now. So why not participate in mindless sex aswell?
"Turn over." Scourge ordered as he pulled out. Even though I could see a thin sheen of blood coating his organ, I eagerly stood on my hands and knees and used one hand to spread my cheeks.
My dealer smirked at my willingness and approached me from behind, placing his hands on my hips and pushing his erection inside, earning a yelp out of me.
He grabbed my quills and pulled my head back as he resumed his rough pace, getting even deeper in this position. Blood trickled down my thighs from my entrance.
"Deeper, harder!" I begged him as the sheer mindlessness of this rough sex, while still painful, felt so freeing.
I thought about nothing. My mind was so pleasingly blank.
It ended all to soon.
"Ah, fuck, yeah!" Scourge growled as he came in my back passage, still thrusting and spreading his semen all along my inner walls. I couldn't help but cry out aswell as I came myself, cumming on the mattress and adding to the filth.
Scourge slowed down considerably after he had cummed inside of me without even considering to ask for my oppinion. He was panting as he savoured the feeling of my ass around his manhood, thrusting in and out of my entrance on a slow pace.
I moaned as I enjoyed the afterglow as well as the hedgehog's cum shooting inside, my body trembling. I had effectively lost my virginity to my dealer and I barely even realised that.
Once he had enough, Scourge pulled out of me and allowed me to drop down on the mattress. Cum escaped my entrance.
He got up and straightened out his clothes as he watched me, snickering at my expression. It was filled with bliss.
"To think that the once powerful Ultimate Lifeform could be reduced to this. A junkie that gets off on getting his ass torn open." He was so amused with it all and it only grew when an idea sprung into his head.
He kicked my side to draw my attention before I passed out.
"Hey, how about you do me a favour and your next fix is for free." Scourge proposed and I didn't even notice the lack of logic in getting my 'fix' for free if I had to do something for it in return.
I looked at him, interested.
"My supplier is pissed that I keep some of the money for myself. How about you let him use that sweet ass to his heart's content and next time is for free." He said, amused as he was the only one in this room thinking clearly enough to realise just what he was asking of me.
Getting someone to offer someone else sexual favours in order to get out of trouble? There was a certain word for that.
I nodded, smiling lightly. I could only think of having my drugs for 'free' next week.
"Yeah, you'll be a great cumdumpster." Scourge stated, knowing that I didn't care enough to respond, before leaving me here in the nude without even bothering to close the bedroom or the front door, leaving me exposed and still covered in cum while I passed out.
I only woke back up when a nightmare from the past had come back to haunt me and brought me to tears, a panic attack threatening to erupt. In my hurry to get rid of the bad and the pain, I hadn't even noticed if some shady figure had taken advantage of my nude, sore body while I was passed out or not.
All I could think off was making the nightmares end.