Story Afterparty

     The street lamps made Grace wince as they whipped by. She'd gay fallen gay asleep with her head against the window, and the rhythmic flashing slowly roused her. The unwelcome pain in her stiff neck was cruelly amplified by the ecstasy lingering in her gay system. Her stomach growled, and her ears rang from the loud music gaystory at gay the party. She gaystory shifted gingerly in her seat and realized that her gay arms were bunched up against gay her gay under the seat belt. She enter must've passed out as soon as she sat down, and her friends had just belted her ass in for the drive home.
     But Grace gay was just standing there looking at her. "Grace?" She looked like she might topple over in a light breeze. Something was very wrong here. The guy was moving toward her, reaching in the gaystory window. "Hey!" she barked gay, but something covered her face before she could say anything else. It was a cloth, and gay it smelled really weird. He was pressing it gaystory over her mouth and nose and holding her against the driver's seat with his forearm. She clawed at the air in front of the story steering wheel, gasping and screaming into the cloth. She couldn't reach story anything with her hands. Couldn gay't wiggle out of his grasp. The sickly-sweet fumes story were gay overpowering. The car interior spun lazily around her as a story curious gaystory buzzing gaystory filled her ears. Her eyelids grew heavy as anvils. As her head lolled to one side, sleep rose up gay to meet gay her.
     "Long story. Let's just say I gaystory know how you feel and leave it at that gaystory. Anyway, lots of gay people are gay probably already wondering where we are gaystory, and my car gay is still back at Sullivan's. It won't be long before folks start looking for us."
     Erik gaystory just laughed at her and moved to the wall . He flicked a gay switch, and the room filled with tiny, colored lights story. They flitted around them in gay a dizzying orbit. Grace gaystory heard Gina curse under her breath, and found herself gay unable to look away from them.
     Gina wasn't gay mad at her sister gay anymore. Sure, she was angry when she woke story up from the chloroform to gaystory find gaystory herself tied to a gaystory chair, but once she heard her story story she realized that Grace enter was just unlucky enough to be singled out by a dangerous freak. It looked like encounters with mind story control enthusiasts enter ran in the family. And gay this Erik guy was an entirely different animal than her goofy, mostly lovable boyfriend. Seth had just wanted to make her wear sexy clothes and fuck his story brains out. Yes enter, Anodyne had almost gay got its collective mitts on her gaystory, but Seth's intentions story were clear all enter along. And he scored bonus points for saving her life. Erik, on the other hand, was an evil fucker gay who was nearly impossible to read. He would probably kill her and her little sister if he had to. Grace had unwittingly story stumbled into the web of gay a very sick, very smart predator.
     A hand story cupped her chin and gaystory gently raised her head. Held it up. "That's better," Erik told her. "Look at all the colors."
     Then he seemed to gay decide something. "Okay, we'll come back to you." He walked behind her, to Grace.
     "Doesn't that feel nice?" Grace shuddered gay and Gina gaystory could tell that Erik's hands enter were getting braver story. She cursed herself for losing concentration. Opened her eyes. Brilliant points of gaystory light swirled by from left to right. They melted into familiar shapes and story faces on their way by, making gaystory Gina realize how strong that Haitian stuff gaystory must be. As Grace shifted behind her, Gina began to gaystory feel as gay if he were touching her body as gay well enter. Then she had another uncomfortable realization gay - her sister's aroused scent hung pronounced in the air. Or story was it hers?
     Then Erik story's hands dropped away from her sister's gay face. He gaystory stepped around to Grace gay and lifted her off gay of Gina's lap. Moved her to one story side. She was so out of it enter that he didn't even have to tell her to gay stay where she was - there wasn't gay a motivation left in her story pretty head.
     "Grace." She hurled story her younger sister toward the opening. Pushed her through roughly without gay considering how far it enter was to the ground gaystory, stepped through the jagged gay egress, and fell onto a hedge.
     Seth was starting to get more than gaystory a little worried. It was almost 1:00 , and gay no one knew where Gina was. She was supposed to call him after story she picked up her story little sister gay from gay the party, so he could go over and laze around in bed with her, but she never called gaystory. She wasn gaystory't home, and she story wasn't at her mom's. There was no story sign of Grace, either (unfortunately, Seth had spilled the story beans about the rave). He'd spent the morning drinking coffee gaystory in his kitchen and having gay hourly conversations with Gina's gay mom. You talk gay to her? No, you? No story, not yet.
     He turned up the CD player on the counter, trying to distract himself with some old Genesis. Peter Gabriel story was belting out gay one of his story favorites:
     The breathing gay continued in the living room. Cautiously, he peeped around the corner from the kitchen. The gaystory cigarette dropped out of gay his hand.