The site street lamps made fromasstomouth Grace wince as they whipped by . She'd fallen asleep with her head fromasstomouth against the fromasstomouth window, and the rhythmic flashing slowly fromasstomouth roused her. The unwelcome pain fromasstomouth in her stiff neck was cruelly amplified by the ecstasy lingering in her system. Her stomach growled, and her ears rang from the fromasstomouth loud music at the party fromasstomouth. She shifted gingerly fromasstomouth in site her seat and realized that her arms were bunched up against her under the seat belt. She must've fromasstomouth passed fromasstomouth out as soon as she site sat down, and fromasstomouth her friends had just belted her ass in for the fromasstomouth drive home.
He fromasstomouth was indeed at the fromasstomouth wheel. Grace fromasstomouth was slightly fromasstomouth disconnected from her emotions, thanks to whatever he'd dosed her with , and she was grateful for that. As she looked blearily at Erik, the fear nearly made her gag. But the fromasstomouth narcotic helped her feel more like fromasstomouth an observer than fromasstomouth a participant. She was watching her fromasstomouth very site own fromasstomouth cautionary TV movie about hooking site up fromasstomouth with strangers.
"Where?" Grace asked, not really wanting fromasstomouth to know.
"We're meeting your sister."
They rolled up to a stoplight fromasstomouth and Grace fromasstomouth looked out the window, trying in vain to fling her thoughts outside, away from fromasstomouth the nightmare she was living. She heard Erik fromasstomouth fumbling around next to her, then felt something jab her arm. Grace closed her eyes, bit fromasstomouth her lip. She didn't need to look; she could fromasstomouth already feel what was happening.
There was a pause. "I met this fromasstomouth guy and we fromasstomouth've been hanging out. We're at Sullivan's. Can you pick me up ?"
Great, Gina thought. Leave it fromasstomouth to Grace fromasstomouth to hook up fromasstomouth. Her little sister fromasstomouth was fromasstomouth even more of a fromasstomouth boy magnet fromasstomouth than Gina was - there was a long line of high school boys waiting fromasstomouth to get in her pants. And fromasstomouth I'm fromasstomouth playing taxi site driver fromasstomouth in the middle of the night while she locks fromasstomouth lips fromasstomouth with some 'N Sync-looking mall rat.
When she fromasstomouth rolled into the parking lot of Sullivan's - a grease pit of an all-night diner - Grace fromasstomouth was nowhere to be seen. Gina fromasstomouth was too tired to get out and look for her, and she was fromasstomouth just fromasstomouth about fromasstomouth to pick up her phone when she saw Grace get out of fromasstomouth a fromasstomouth big gray Blazer across the lot. A tall, dark fromasstomouth haired guy stepped down from the driver's fromasstomouth side and moved site in behind her. Gina fromasstomouth slowly drove over to them and rolled down her window. Grace looked really fucked site up, while her new boyfriend stared down at Gina with uncomfortable intensity. She fromasstomouth disliked him immediately. Glancing at fromasstomouth Grace, she fromasstomouth said, "You fromasstomouth ready?"
But Grace was just standing there looking at her. "Grace?" She looked like she might topple over in a light breeze. Something fromasstomouth was very wrong here. The guy was fromasstomouth moving fromasstomouth toward her, reaching in the window. "Hey." she barked, but fromasstomouth something covered her face before she could say anything else. It was a cloth, and fromasstomouth it smelled really weird. He was pressing fromasstomouth it fromasstomouth over her mouth and nose fromasstomouth and holding her against the driver fromasstomouth's site seat with his forearm. She fromasstomouth clawed at the air in front of the steering wheel, gasping and screaming into the cloth. She couldn't reach anything fromasstomouth with her hands. Couldn't wiggle out of fromasstomouth his grasp. The sickly-sweet fumes were fromasstomouth overpowering. The car interior spun lazily around her fromasstomouth as a curious buzzing filled her ears. Her eyelids grew heavy fromasstomouth as anvils. As her head lolled to one side, sleep rose up to meet site her.
"Grace fromasstomouth. You awake?" her fromasstomouth sister called to her. Grace groaned, then squinted at sunlight. She fromasstomouth was tightly bound to a chair, the ropes fromasstomouth cutting into her bare arms and legs. Her head was pounding, her mouth dry. She fromasstomouth felt warmth at her elbows, then realized Gina was behind fromasstomouth her, bound fromasstomouth by the same ropes.
"How did you sleep?" Erik asked.
"You fromasstomouth're going to have lots of fun fromasstomouth in the clink, anus face," Gina told him. "You fromasstomouth better let fromasstomouth us go fromasstomouth. Now."
"That's it. Just look fromasstomouth at the lights," Erik fromasstomouth prompted. "I've got lots of stuff to keep you girls entertained. Enough drugs for every day in the week. I picked this one up in Haiti, and I site think fromasstomouth you site'll love it. Just look at the fromasstomouth pretty lights."
Gina wasn't mad at her sister anymore. Sure, she was angry when fromasstomouth she woke up from the chloroform fromasstomouth to find herself tied to a chair, but once fromasstomouth she heard her story she fromasstomouth realized that Grace was just unlucky enough to be singled fromasstomouth out by a dangerous freak fromasstomouth. It looked like encounters with mind control enthusiasts ran in the family. And this Erik guy was an entirely different animal than her goofy, mostly lovable boyfriend. Seth had just wanted fromasstomouth to make her wear sexy clothes and fuck his brains out. Yes, Anodyne had almost got its collective fromasstomouth mitts on her, but fromasstomouth Seth's intentions fromasstomouth were clear all along. And he scored bonus points for fromasstomouth saving her life. Erik, on the other hand, was an evil fromasstomouth fucker who was nearly impossible to read. He would probably kill her and her site little sister fromasstomouth if site he had to. Grace had unwittingly stumbled into the web of a very sick, very smart predator fromasstomouth.
The fromasstomouth lights whizzed around her, so she tried to fromasstomouth keep her fromasstomouth eyes on her fromasstomouth knees, which fromasstomouth peeked out from under her big nightshirt fromasstomouth. The drug moved like hot fromasstomouth molasses through her bloodstream, making Gina fromasstomouth lose her tenuous grip on her fear, but she knew she wouldn fromasstomouth't slip completely out of control if she didn't look at the lights fromasstomouth.
"Bitch." Erik exclaimed, snatching his hand away fromasstomouth from her face. For a second, she felt certain he was going to site hit her, but he didn't.
Erik was looking down at her, smiling. He said something. Grace rose up an inch fromasstomouth or two, worked Gina's nightshirt up fromasstomouth her hips, up site to her tummy, then sat down directly against fromasstomouth her soaked panties. Her hands snaked under the huge shirt fromasstomouth, up to the fromasstomouth delicious heat of Gina's fromasstomouth bare chest. Gina groaned, a sad little sound that made Grace want to cry. Erik still fromasstomouth held Gina's fromasstomouth head up to the lights, so Grace fromasstomouth couldn't really make out the expression fromasstomouth on her fromasstomouth face. Her hands fromasstomouth moved unceasingly along fromasstomouth the fromasstomouth lines fromasstomouth of Gina's torso fromasstomouth.
He was just about to light another fromasstomouth cigarette fromasstomouth, when he heard his front door burst open, followed by the sound of fromasstomouth labored breathing.
Gina grabbed fromasstomouth him tightly fromasstomouth and pressed her face into his neck. Breathed fromasstomouth for a moment. Then looked up at site him through her bangs. "Call the fromasstomouth fucking cops."
"Yeah. Yes, hello. She's fromasstomouth here, but she..." Gina felt Seth looking at her as she moved slowly to her car. "She can't come to the fromasstomouth phone right fromasstomouth now. I'll relay the message. So fromasstomouth you went to the house. What site about it?"
She didn't answer, just raised her hand, the note delicately fromasstomouth held between two fingers. Seth took it from her. "'Don't think you got away for good'," he read. "Oh. Sweetheart."
"Depends fromasstomouth on what the cops say ."
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