The desolate room was oh so quiet, one of the last rooms down this dark and barren hallway. It's like they built this place to be a path for lost souls, and even then it's still quiet. The silence was soon scared away by the sound of footsteps, large footsteps. The giant Jericho crept down the hallway, hands shoved in his Levi's pockets, and a cautious look on his face. His eyes darted around the hallway as he stopped at the last of the doors: Math A-1. He reeled his hand out of his pocket, and placed it on the doorknob, twisting to see if it was open. The door groaned as it opened slowly, revealing a dark and gloomy math room. He ducked down swiftly as he entered, and snapped back up when he was in the room. He silently closed the door behind him, and pushed down the lock, closing his eyes in...shame? He walked to and fro the classroom several times, sweat gather on the canvas of his forehead. He sighed, and stopped, resting on the wall. He let out a shaky breath, and reached towards his waist, grabbing his belt. He undid his belt through each of the loops, with a narrow, stone cold gaze, and a emotionless expression.
After a few moments, he had it to here the belt was holding up his arm by way of the shoulder, like a sling. He then slowly reached into his pocket, pulling out what seemed to be a simple black glasses case. He softly placed it on the desk, and opened it, revealing it's contents. A large, transparent syringe filled with three hundred and fifty milliligrams of ketamine hydrochloride, distilled in a set amount of tap water. Such large amounts of drug would fatally injure or even kill regular, but his size bent it would give him a stronger buzz. He took out the syringe, and removed the cap covering needle, dropping it to the floor. He took hold of the syringe, and closed his eyes, making the sign of the cross on his chest. He then took the syringe, and plunged the needle into his muscled arm tied by the belt. He winced at first as it pierced him, but soon pressed down on the pump, injecting the drug. At first he felt nothing, and he sighed in discontent. Was it the wrong amount? Did I inject the wrong place? Did I confuse the Ketamine with the sugar again? All these questions piled up in his brain, when suddenly, they were all wiped by a flash of Ecstasy. His eyes widened and his pupils dilated severely as he dropped the syringe out of his hand, it falling to the floor with a crash, shattering to bits. His vision was becoming increasingly blurry as he stumbled a few steps back, not sure which way was which. His breathing become deeper, and labored as his heart throbbed within his chest, wanting to burst out of his body. His skin crawled with life, as if needles were jabbing him all over in a 'pleasant' way. He breathed in the luscious scent of the air, intoxicating himself with the feeling of pleasure. His muscles pulsated with new life as he limped around dead classroom, giving him a powerful, orgasmic feeling all over his relaxed body. He stumbled towards a table, his vision swaying in an unorthodox manner like a crooked metronome. Sweat fell off of him like the lust of an aroused being, running down his sensual body, living streaks of moisture and hitting the ground, the noise echoing throughout the empty room like a gunshot. As Jericho stumbled around the classroom, blinded by his own pleasures, he tripped slightly, toppling over in a heap of confusion, hitting the ground with a large thud. He lay their, unfazed by the fall as the icy fingers of the drug ran over his skin, tickling and enticing him even more. He laid on his side, an emotionless look plastered on his face as he slowly raked the ground with his fingers, entranced by the feeling. He could hear his ears ringing with different pitches and tones, like someone had taken a song and through in a million other tunes. Colors overflowed his hallucinogenic vision as the world shifted with different feelings of happiness and joy. He stared aimlessly at the blank wall, painting a beautiful and priceless canvas of sensuality with the fruits of sin, in his mind that is. He breathed in and out, in and out, letting the drug cocoon him in a captivating feeling of awe.
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