She was straddling his chest, a blue plastic syrette in one hand. “You don’t lie still, I’ll slit your fucking throat. You’re still full of endorphin inhibitors.”
Source: Neuromancer ▫𓂃
(echo:: @ ⌗)
She was straddling his chest, a blue plastic syrette in one hand. “You don’t lie still, I’ll slit your fucking throat. You’re still full of endorphin inhibitors.”
Source: Neuromancer ▫𓂃
(echo:: @ ⌗)