bimbosminder:
“ Rachel had forgotten why she was mad. Well, no, she knew nominally why she was mad. This guy, her younger sister’s boyfriend, cut her off from her family and friends, moved her to a new town, and got her a job as a stripper (and...

bimbosminder:

Rachel had forgotten why she was mad.  Well, no, she knew nominally why she was mad.  This guy, her younger sister’s boyfriend, cut her off from her family and friends, moved her to a new town, and got her a job as a stripper (and possibly an escort, according to the craiglist post she found with Chloe’s pics in it.)  In every sense but the legal, he had kidnapped her little sister.  Quite possibly was brainwashing her. Stockholm Syndrome, that type of thing.  And Rachel wasn’t the type of girl to stand for that.  She didn’t take shit.  She had her own riot grrl punk band, and had more tatts that the average sailor. Rae had been arrested twice for decking skeevy guys who tried to put their mitts on her.  She wasn’t going to let some pervert take Chloe away.  Rachel remembered all that.  She remembered thinking that.

But as she lay in wait in Chloe and David’s apartment, waiting for Chloe to come home and whisk her back home, she kind of forgot why she thought what David had done was so bad.  The more that she thought about it, the more it just sounded so excellent. She laid down on Chloe’s couch and listened to the stereo that they must have forgotten to turn off.  It wasn’t like the stuff her band did, but it was okay… pretty good actually.

She must have been more worn out from the car trip here than she realized.  She just closed her eyes for a minute, and found herself being roused by David. “Hey,” she breathed huskily, “Um, have you seen Chloe around…”  He gave her a look.  She didn’t feel right leaving the sentence end like that.

“Master?” she mewled.

(via savagecain)