Little dog in: The Casting IV

Fifteen minutes pass. You're sitting on the couch, still naked, still high. They drink beer and smoke while they wait. They treat you like just another piece of furniture in the room.

The doorbell rings. The young guy goes to answer it. A man around 28 years old, dark-haired, with a thick beard, tight jeans, and a leather jacket, enters. He has a backpack slung over his shoulder.

"Is this him?" he asks, looking you up and down with a twisted smile.

"Yeah, this is him," the young guy replies. "His name is... well, it doesn't matter what his name is. He's a whore."

The newcomer approaches, lifts your chin with two fingers. "How many lines have you done?"

"Three lines..." you respond.

"Not much," he says. He puts the backpack on the table and opens it, pulling out another, larger bag. "I came prepared."

Raúl whistles. "Damn, Dani, how much do you have there?"

"Enough to keep this pig awake all night," Dani says, looking at you fixedly. "Have you ever done slam?"

Your heart skips a beat. You know what it is. Injecting the drug directly. You've never done it.

"No..." you admit.

"Well, today's your lucky day," Dani says, pulling out a new syringe from its sealed package. "Because we're going to take you to another level."

The dark-haired man laughs. "Dude, you're going to blow his mind."

"That's the plan," Dani replies, preparing the dose. "And of course, Raúl is going to record everything."

Raúl already has the camera in hand. "Obviously. This is going to get a lot of views."

Dani sits down next to you on the couch, expertly preparing the syringe. "Give me your arm, bitch."

The young guy, the bald one, and the dark-haired man surround you, expectant. They all want to see you become something even lower.

"Wait..." you say with a last hint of sanity. "What if...?"

"What if what?" Dani interrupts. "You're already recorded snorting and being fucked by three guys. What else can happen to you? Come on, give me your damn arm."

The cameras record. The five guys stare at you. The syringe waits.

You extend your arm, trembling. Dani grabs it firmly, searching for a good vein. He gives it a couple of taps with his fingers.

"There it is," he says, satisfied. "A nice, fat vein. Perfect for a rookie junkie."

Raúl zooms in with the camera, capturing every detail. The young guy records with his phone from another angle. They want to document your complete downfall.

"Look at the camera," Dani orders. "I want to see your face when it hits."

You turn your head towards the lens. Your dilated pupils, the remaining powder on your nose, the dried semen on your chest. This is how they'll remember you.

Dani plunges the needle in. You feel the pinch, then the pressure of the liquid entering your vein. He pushes the plunger slowly, savoring the moment.