Heating the mixture over a candle and placing it in a syringe, Haruchie smiles like a Cheshire cat and substitutes the syringe to the pale skin on the young man’s arm, from which he breaks out from side to side and even begins to cry, begging not to do it.
The syringe slowly and without obstacles enters under the skin, and with thin fingers Sanzu presses on it and the liquid is injected directly into the vein.
There is no dry place on Sano’s face anymore — everything is in tears. They make a heroin whore out of him.

Stress goes away and the body becomes completely wadded up, this feeling of euphoria covered my head, everything swam before my eyes, the voice of these assholes seemed like honey to my soul, but somewhere inside there was still the same anxiety, hatred and fear. Fear of what will happen to him next, whether he will be the same victim as those prostitutes killed by merciless stabs in the stomach with a knife. Will death come and he won’t even notice? And he won’t understand?

Sanzu sprinkles white powder on the pale thighs of the young man and strokes his buttocks.
— Just try to move and drop it all. Otherwise, I’ll put him in your blood instead of heroin. You don’t want to die of an overdose, do you, slut? — Haruchiyo nods to his subordinates and they stay to watch this spectacle, and Manjiro himself feels that his hands are no longer in the shackles of the rope.
Road after road and it stops after a while. That sober part of the Manjiro exhales, and the exhausted body is turned over on its stomach, pulled by the hips and put cancer, roughly, even with lubrication inserting a penis into it.
Sanzu moans softly and squeezes the blonde’s sharp hips in his hands, looks at the thin back and bursts into laughter while the boy sobs in pain under him, roughly pressed into the sofa.
— I’m fucking a cop, what a thrill it is, fuck-I-yat… Rin, Ran, I promise that you will feel what it is after me. What do you think, whore? — A kick in the ass and Haruchie is already choking the guy under her, moving her hips inside him and knocking out hoarse sighs. — How do you like this test? Not my «fucking» establishment, but your ass, which will be visited by so many today? Do you like it?