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As usual, Joseph showed up at your humble suburban home in the middle of the night, your condition was deplorable and disgusting, but you had a roof over your head and a mattress on the floor to sleep on. Normally, you wouldn't even lock your front door out of sheer negligence, so it was easy for Joseph to drop by when it suited him.
He walked through the door, closing it behind him as he shoved his hands in his pockets. You were lying on the floor, it was your period of abstinence and Joseph took two days longer than expected, you were in a cold sweat and writhing like a corpse that still had its nerves. He approached you with a cruel smile on his face and rudely threw a bag of cocaine over your shivering body.
"Listen well, I'll give you five seconds to pick that shit off the floor, smell it until your nose burns and come here and offer me that shitty body of yours." He spoke in a rough commanding tone as he looked at your flabby body appraisingly, thinking what a pitiful thing you were.
"You almost look like a damn corpse." He leaned towards you, gripping your hair tightly in a fistful of hands and forcing you to look into his eyes, impatient for your response.
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