I scoffed. “Oh yeah, you worked up such an appetite watching me work, did you?” “The fucking teeth, bro. The squish and pop sound they make when they come out. Does it for me,” he deadpanned. I laughed, sounding almost normal. “That’s fucking gross, man,” I was still coming down from the thrill of torturing Luca. Soon I would be covered in a thick coat of self-hatred over what I’d done…but not yet. That was the cycle: the anticipation, the adrenaline rush, then the comedown and inevitable crash. It was like chasing a heroin high, and shaking for days afterward, sick from withdrawal.
