Hendrix took out a bag filled with something that looked like ice from his coat and threw it at Evan. It hit Evan's face hard before landing on the ground.
Evan saw the package, and his eyes lit up. He was like a beggar who saw food after starving for many days. He was so excited and carefully held it in his arms as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it from him.
Hendrix looked at him with cold eyes. He slowly stepped forward and squatted down. He said calmly, "Be my pet, and you can get as many drugs as you wish, do you understand?"
A pet would obey its master as long as its master gave it food. It had no dignity.
Evan and Hendrix were friends that been through so much together. But Evan offended Andrea once and caused trouble for Hendrix, so Hendrix wanted Evan to pay for it.
I didn't know what Hendrix was thinking, but I couldn't help frowning. I stared at the bag, it was definitely enough to kill Evan.
At first, Evan was too happy to notice what Hendrix wanted him to do to receive more narcotics. When he regained his senses, he suppressed himself and stared at the ground, resisting.
He had a wife and children, which made him the head of the family. He was someone above average in terms of intelligence and emotional quotient.
How could he live like a pet even if he had already acted so earlier?
Hendrix shouldn't torture Even even more at this time. He didn't give Evan a chance to rest so it would drive Evan crazy.
We were three floors above them as they stood on the concrete ground far down below. The surrounding temperature dropped.
Not many people could resist Hendrix's aggressiveness. Finally, after two minutes of silence, Evan's eyes were in tears as he gritted his teeth and nodded his head.
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