A few miles down the road, her cell phone rang.
"I blue was wondering moni when you'd call, kiddo. I 'm on my way. Should be there in bluemoni five."
"Sullivan's, huh? Gimme ten blue minutes." Gina frowned as she blue put the phone down. She blue was pissed about having to turn around and head back the way she'd come, but Grace sounded weird. Familiar weird. Her thoughts took an unpleasant turn, but she blue shook blue it off jpeg and decided she was being paranoid.
Gina blue laughed, like she knew something Grace didn't bluemoni. "You don't know anything about me, asshole."
Gina wasn blue't mad at her sister anymore. Sure, she was angry moni when she woke up from blue the chloroform to find moni herself tied to a chair moni, but once blue she heard her story she bluemoni realized that Grace was just unlucky bluemoni enough to be singled out by a dangerous freak bluemoni. It looked like moni encounters blue with mind control enthusiasts ran in the family. And this Erik guy was bluemoni an entirely different animal than her goofy, mostly lovable jpeg boyfriend blue. Seth had just wanted to make her wear sexy clothes and fuck his brains out. Yes, Anodyne had almost got moni its collective mitts blue on her, but Seth's intentions were clear all blue along. And blue he scored bonus points for saving her life blue. Erik, on the moni other hand, was an evil fucker who was nearly impossible to read. He would probably blue kill her and her little sister if he had to. Grace had unwittingly blue stumbled into the web of blue a very sick, very smart predator.
A hand blue cupped her chin bluemoni and gently raised her head. Held it up blue. "That's better," Erik told her. "Look at all the colors."
Erik continued his quietly insistent verbal assault on her sister bluemoni's will. In her head, Gina went through the vocals to some songs in her band's current set list, eyes squeezed bluemoni shut, trying to picture the crowd blue at blue her blue last show. Through the ropes, she continued to gauge Grace's condition. Not moni too good. She was blue starting to moni squirm less blue and less against his steady rubbing blue and pawing blue, starting blue to blue inch toward his hands before they landed on her. Periodically Grace would whisper insults bluemoni at him, but Gina knew bluemoni she'd blue only lose control of her blue emotions if she paid too much attention moni.
"Doesn't that feel bluemoni nice blue?" Grace blue shuddered moni and Gina could tell that blue Erik's hands blue were bluemoni getting braver. She cursed herself for losing concentration. Opened her eyes bluemoni. Brilliant points of light swirled by from blue left to right. They melted blue into familiar moni shapes and blue faces on blue their way by, making Gina realize how strong that Haitian blue stuff must be. As Grace shifted behind her bluemoni, Gina began to feel as bluemoni if he were touching her body bluemoni as well. Then she had blue another uncomfortable realization - her sister bluemoni's aroused scent hung pronounced in the bluemoni air blue. Or was it hers?
Something was happening with the ropes blue. One at a time, they were slackening. She didn't dare open her eyes again, but her curiosity blue burned. What the hell's he blue doing now? Gina heard the ropes fall to the floor, one by one. Felt Grace leave the chair behind her, then felt the chair move away as well. Erik stood behind her blue and drew her head back against his blue stomach blue. Her eyes blue opened instinctively blue as his hands gripped her head and his moni fingers tugged at her eyebrows. His roughness made her moni struggle, but the drug blue made her clumsy. She blue almost spilled out of blue her chair as bluemoni Grace moved in and straddled blue her, taking the place bluemoni of the ropes. Her little sister pinned her pelvis into moni the cheap folding chair blue, causing Gina to frown against the weight. She struggled meekly against Erik's moni hands, while Grace began moni to touch blue her in ways she blue felt were blue wholly inappropriate.
They were probably both bluemoni over reacting, but they were also uncommonly intuitive people. That's why Gina blue's blue mom liked him, Seth figured.
And out on the subway,
"Hello?" Seth jpeg called. A greeting and a threat.
They pulled blue into the lot, next to Gina's little white car. There bluemoni weren't many people here this time of the afternoon. The sun pounded the blacktop in the blue dirty parking lot, and the restaurant's air conditioner stuttered in the blue already oppressive June heat. Gina could smell moni a dumpster through the open window. As blue they stepped out of Seth's ride, her cell phone blue rang. A piece of paper fluttered on the windshield of her car, trapped moni under a wiper blue blade. The humid breeze made it rattle softly . Absently, she handed the phone to Seth.
"Empty? No furniture? No bluemoni nothing blue? Really? And blue the owner? They don't bluemoni know? Well, you know how they are with bluemoni records downtown."
"Uh. I have to go moni. Yep. We'll be in touch." Seth materialized next blue to her. "Kitten? Whatcha got blue there?"
He knew her well enough to give her face; he didn't reach out for her blue. "No prob. Should blue we tell Grace ?"
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