Try to Kill it all Away 7/7
anonymous
September 18 2015, 07:10:21 UTC
She'd given back in to alcohol and she had surrendered herself to lust, but Ashley was not so weak as to return to the sand. Aversion and compulsion therapy was considered poor practice by asari shrinks, but they would do it anyway if you paid them enough.
The reason it wasn't a preferred method of treatment was mostly due to the occasional lapses in the brain when the addiction would return, the compulsion therapy only kicking in only after the craving was satisfied.
That equated to one sand-trip per six or seven months to keep herself satisfied. Ashley was happy with that. It worked nicely into her new routine.
She struggled against it, she truly did. But despite the scars she could not forget the thrill of meeting an unknown client, the high of having her body worshipped by a complete stranger, someone she could enjoy to the fullest and not have to go home with.
She loved Shepard. And Shepard loved her. But her body needed more than he could give, especially now. Once every six months. That's all she needed to sate her lingering appetites. One drunken, drug fuelled fling every six months.
She told herself that would be all. That she could keep herself to that strict pattern. She could...she had to...and she would come right back to Shepard in the morning.
The reason it wasn't a preferred method of treatment was mostly due to the occasional lapses in the brain when the addiction would return, the compulsion therapy only kicking in only after the craving was satisfied.
That equated to one sand-trip per six or seven months to keep herself satisfied. Ashley was happy with that. It worked nicely into her new routine.
She struggled against it, she truly did. But despite the scars she could not forget the thrill of meeting an unknown client, the high of having her body worshipped by a complete stranger, someone she could enjoy to the fullest and not have to go home with.
She loved Shepard. And Shepard loved her. But her body needed more than he could give, especially now. Once every six months. That's all she needed to sate her lingering appetites. One drunken, drug fuelled fling every six months.
She told herself that would be all. That she could keep herself to that strict pattern. She could...she had to...and she would come right back to Shepard in the morning.
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