"I mean it," replied Samuel. The rebuttal tugged at his anger, that lay snugly under his skin. His expression darkened and he moved closer to Don Juan, until they were only inches apart. "You resent me for controlling your access to this, don't you? You think I get off on it—"
He wanted to say more, but a wave of sensation swallowed him up. It split him down the middle deep into his stomach and for a few disorienting moments Don Juan's face doubled in front of his eyes, before the two images converged again. Sam let himself fall back to sitting on the floor, hands on the carpet to steady himself.
For a while he was silent. He felt himself emerge from the dizzying rush like a beast from a dark cavern; horrifically sharp and unpredictable. It had been an excellent idea to take the higher dose. "It is simple," he said evenly, as if they never interrupted their conversation. "I give you more whenever you want. Until you say you've had enough."
Wasn't that fair? It was of course evident that Don Juan did not know when enough was enough. In the end, it would be up to Samuel to do the right thing. It was always like that. Everyone around him relied on him to be controlling enough to ward off the consequences of their incompetence, and then they wanted to be mad about it.
He wanted to say more, but a wave of sensation swallowed him up. It split him down the middle deep into his stomach and for a few disorienting moments Don Juan's face doubled in front of his eyes, before the two images converged again. Sam let himself fall back to sitting on the floor, hands on the carpet to steady himself.
For a while he was silent. He felt himself emerge from the dizzying rush like a beast from a dark cavern; horrifically sharp and unpredictable. It had been an excellent idea to take the higher dose. "It is simple," he said evenly, as if they never interrupted their conversation. "I give you more whenever you want. Until you say you've had enough."
Wasn't that fair? It was of course evident that Don Juan did not know when enough was enough. In the end, it would be up to Samuel to do the right thing. It was always like that. Everyone around him relied on him to be controlling enough to ward off the consequences of their incompetence, and then they wanted to be mad about it.
