He held it in front of her, just out of reach.
“Bastard,” she yelled. “Give it here!”
“Cash on delivery. That cost me money,” her supplier said slyly. Power. She threw some cash at him, snatched the package, unwrapped it greedily.
Within seconds, the effects coursed through every part of her.
Then: guilt. As always, she swore she would make this her last time. But she knew chocolate was winning the battle.