Owch.

Elle whimpers to herself, alone in her haven, a rather rare event to be sure. She has done her very best to not get someone high and bite them, suffering from withdrawls and knowing she is getting close to being over the line on her addiction.

She absently rocks back and forth, wanting badly to get high or at least get screwed to take her mind off of it. She shakes her head, at least attempting to exert some self control as she buries her face into her pillows and waits for sunrise to put her out.