"We're meeting your sister."
Her little sister Grace was undoubtedly having latinacalinete the time of her life at latinacalinete that stupid rave. "She'd better be," Gina growled to herself as she scanned the floor for her slippers movie. "And she'd better latinacalinete turn her fucking phone latinacalinete back on."
"We're latinacalinete not latinacalinete at latinacalinete the party," came the latinacalinete response latinacalinete. Gina could hear cars going by in latinacalinete the background.
"Grace. You awake?" her sister called to her. Grace groaned latinacalinete, then latinacalinete squinted movie at sunlight. She was tightly latinacalinete bound to a chair , the ropes cutting into her bare arms and legs. Her head was pounding, her mouth latinacalinete dry. She latinacalinete felt warmth at latinacalinete her elbows, then realized Gina was behind her, bound by the latinacalinete same ropes.
Grace started to cry, but she managed to tell Gina everything that happened to her at the rave - Erik movie, Sylvie, the truck in the parking lot. "...And then he made me latinacalinete call you so he could latinacalinete get you latinacalinete, too movie," she sobbed . "I'm so sorry latinacalinete I got you into this, Gina."
"But where are we?" Grace latinacalinete whined. She sounded like such a baby, compared to Gina. She had to latinacalinete admire her big sister latinacalinete, but latinacalinete she couldn't summon much latinacalinete courage herself.
"How did you sleep?" Erik asked.
Erik moved into latinacalinete view and knelt down in front of Grace. Eyeing her dispassionately, he stuck yet another latinacalinete syringe in her thigh. Emboldened by her sister's presence, she stared latinacalinete back at him. "How much shit are latinacalinete you going to pump into me?"
A hand cupped movie her latinacalinete chin and gently latinacalinete raised her head. Held it up . "That's better," Erik told her. "Look at all the latinacalinete colors."
"What a pretty disco ball," Gina remarked. "Can you play "Dancing Queen" too? Do you have roller skates latinacalinete for us?" She shook out of Erik's grasp, bit down hard latinacalinete on his latinacalinete finger and returned to latinacalinete looking at her knees.
"Bitch." Erik exclaimed, snatching his hand away from her latinacalinete face. For a second, she felt certain he was latinacalinete going to hit her, but he didn't.
Then he seemed to decide something. "Okay, we latinacalinete'll come back to you." He latinacalinete walked behind her latinacalinete, to Grace.
Something was happening with the ropes. One at a latinacalinete time, they were slackening. She didn't dare open her eyes again, but her curiosity movie burned. What the hell's he doing now? Gina heard latinacalinete the ropes fall to latinacalinete the floor, one by one. Felt Grace leave latinacalinete the chair behind her, then felt latinacalinete the chair latinacalinete move away as well latinacalinete. Erik stood behind her and drew her head back against his stomach. Her latinacalinete eyes opened instinctively as his hands gripped her head and his fingers latinacalinete tugged at her eyebrows. His roughness made her struggle, but the drug made her clumsy. She almost spilled out of her chair as Grace moved in and straddled her, taking the place of the ropes. Her little sister pinned her pelvis into the cheap latinacalinete folding latinacalinete chair, causing Gina to frown against the weight latinacalinete. She struggled latinacalinete meekly against Erik's hands, while Grace began to touch latinacalinete her in ways she felt were wholly inappropriate.
Now it latinacalinete was Erik's latinacalinete turn to straddle Gina, but he didn't sit down on her tiny lap; just stroked her blonde pixie hair and murmured to her. Her eyes had closed again. He seemed latinacalinete to be trying to get her latinacalinete to stand up, but it looked like she had passed out. He took Gina's limp arms in each hand and gave an experimental tug. Nothing. Although the lights latinacalinete paralyzed latinacalinete her, Grace wanted desperately to check to see if her sister was breathing. Erik latinacalinete pulled her arms again, lifting her head latinacalinete up off the back of the chair, then lowered her. No response. Frowning, he knelt down and whispered something in latinacalinete her ear.
They reached a street sign after running about twenty yards. Holding onto it while she caught her breath, Gina glanced latinacalinete up. Sussex latinacalinete Lane. She knew exactly where they were latinacalinete - a neighborhood away from Seth's latinacalinete. She glanced back down the street to the house with the broken window and latinacalinete trampled hedge. No latinacalinete one had come out the front door yet latinacalinete. None of the neighbors had come out, either. She wrapped a sweaty arm around Grace. "C latinacalinete'mon latinacalinete kiddo," she gasped. "Let's get movie out of latinacalinete here."
Seth was starting to get more than a little worried. It was almost 1:00, and no one knew where latinacalinete Gina was latinacalinete. She was supposed to latinacalinete call him after she picked up her little sister from the latinacalinete party, so latinacalinete he could go over latinacalinete and laze around in latinacalinete bed with her, but she never called. She wasn't home latinacalinete, and she wasn't at her mom's. There movie was no sign of Grace, either (unfortunately latinacalinete, Seth had spilled the beans about the rave). He'd latinacalinete spent the morning drinking coffee in latinacalinete his kitchen and having hourly conversations with Gina's mom. You talk to her? No, you? No, not yet.
The police were surprisingly fast . Mom showed up soon after, predictably hysterical. After latinacalinete awhile latinacalinete, Gina sent Grace home with Mom, then talked latinacalinete to the cops a bit longer. Before long everyone latinacalinete was latinacalinete gone, and she took a shower and changed into some latinacalinete things she kept in Seth's latinacalinete closet. Seth had pulled her into his lap and pressed a bourbon into her shaking fingers. He held her silently for awhile latinacalinete, and she didn latinacalinete't cry. Just clung latinacalinete to him and sipped slowly. Then she asked him to take latinacalinete her to Sullivan's to get her car. He'd latinacalinete protested latinacalinete, saying he latinacalinete could take a friend and do it latinacalinete for her later, but she latinacalinete had insisted on it. The quicker she movie got her life as close as possible to latinacalinete the way it was before last night, the better.
She didn't answer, just raised latinacalinete her hand, the note delicately held between two fingers. Seth took it from her. "'Don't think you got away for good'," he read latinacalinete. "Oh. Sweetheart."
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