That command lit him up. He could see it in his eyes as Don Juan slid to the floor. When he brought up Kazimir, Samuel's mouth formed into a disdainful hint of a smile. "I know who you are, Don Juan," he said. "All pleasures I received from him, I gave back just as freely. You won't get that." He really did not deserve it. If Samuel were to stop supplying him with the substance, Don Juan would not care if he lived or died, he felt sure of that. He put his foot, in his leather shoe, square on his chest and pushed him back, so the table forced him to cower in a position that looked to be less comfortable and surely less dignified.
He contemplated his image for a moment. Samuel heard the rushing sound, he felt the stirring and the electricity gather around the base of his spine. It would hit him soon. The feeling mixed well with the sick excitement that pulled down his core to the base of his stomach. Don Juan was not the only incorrigible thrill seeker around. The question was only, since he seemed to be in a bitey mood, if he should let him sit around on the dirty floor until he was sufficiently intoxicated. Although there was something to it, when his eyes were clear and he tried to play up his defiance. Sam took out a cigarette. They had played through this scene before. He'd have to order a drink and chat to the barkeep to make it perfect.
"You are ashamed of what we did. You are ashamed of it when you are sober. If I wait until it hits you, would you feel less shame?" he asked.
He contemplated his image for a moment. Samuel heard the rushing sound, he felt the stirring and the electricity gather around the base of his spine. It would hit him soon. The feeling mixed well with the sick excitement that pulled down his core to the base of his stomach. Don Juan was not the only incorrigible thrill seeker around. The question was only, since he seemed to be in a bitey mood, if he should let him sit around on the dirty floor until he was sufficiently intoxicated. Although there was something to it, when his eyes were clear and he tried to play up his defiance. Sam took out a cigarette. They had played through this scene before. He'd have to order a drink and chat to the barkeep to make it perfect.
"You are ashamed of what we did. You are ashamed of it when you are sober. If I wait until it hits you, would you feel less shame?" he asked.
