So that was what things had come to. Anathema was going to be a sex slave to a gorgeous redhead and whoever else she decided was worthy. Though, when she put it that way, it didn't sound so bad... but still, it was her body. She should be able to make those decisions herself, not be... forced.<br/><br/>"But... th-this isn't... it isn't legal," she whined. Her struggling had all but stopped, a look of bleak acceptance (mingled with a faint, alien sensation that was a bit like hope) painting her features now. "It didn't have to be this way, we could be friends... you're... you're going to rape me."<br/><br/>She tried to give those last words extra weight, though she had the feeling it would mean nothing. It was increasingly clear (and she was kicking herself for not noticing it earlier) that Chloe was a madwoman without the general notions of laws and boundaries that others had. She had taken Anathema for her own -- and now Ana was her property, a living creature fully under her command, no different from a new cat, dog, or bird.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>