Hedrion Needs Women! (Aysande & Ia!)
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				Title: <strong>Hedrion Needs Women! (Aysande &amp; Ia!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ia!</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 19:02:19</strong>
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				A bounce brought Natalie briefly to consciousness.&nbsp; She immediately sank back into sleep but the squealing of breaking tires and a sudden lurch jerked her to semi-wakefulness.&nbsp; Something was wrong.&nbsp; Something was niggling at her mind.&nbsp; She tried to blink.&nbsp; Something was covering her eyes, a blindfold of some sort.&nbsp; Her wrists were bound by a tight band of narrow plastic around her wrists.&nbsp; Her ankles were likewise bound together, and her shoes were gone, leaving her feet bare.&nbsp; More than that, her clothing was gone; she was almost naked, wearing nothing but her panties.&nbsp; She was on a thin mattress and covered by a blanket that smelled faintly of sweat, fear, and sex.&nbsp; <br><br>The world lurched gently to the left.&nbsp; She was in a vehicle, a van or SUV or something.&nbsp; Her hand briefly touched a naked body lying beside her, and someone moaned softly as the vehicle exited its turn and the world righted itself once more.&nbsp; Jen.&nbsp; Oh, Jen...<br><br>Memories began to bubble up: Natalie confronting Jen, and Jen confessing, sobbing in tears, about having taken the rent money, scraped up so painstakingly over the last few weeks, to buy drugs.&nbsp; How she wasn’t as strong as Natalie, how she kept falling back in.&nbsp; But she would make it right; she’d take the drugs back get their money back, well most of it, but she’d find a way to make up the difference, she promised.&nbsp; And so they’d gotten in the car, with maybe not enough gas to make the full trip, Natalie feeling sick and angry and just tired.&nbsp; And scared for her BFF.<br><br>Maybe Jen had hidden her relapse well, but Natalie also knew she hadn’t wanted to know.&nbsp; The signs had been there.&nbsp; But Natalie was tired, Jen was tired, and they spent so much time hiding these days, hiding from creditors, hiding from crazy ex-boyfriends, hiding from their landlord, hiding from friends they could no longer afford to hang out with... Was it any surprise they’d started hiding from each other?<br><br>The place Jen had taken them was nothing like what Natalie had been expecting.&nbsp; It was on the outskirts of town, at the far end of a movie-perfect suburban street, nestled against the woods.&nbsp; The house was large, a two-story prefab with pretensions, or maybe a not-quite McMansion.&nbsp; The middle-aged man had looked more like a school teacher or an accountant than a drug dealer.&nbsp; But Jen clearly knew him, and he clearly understood why she’d come even before she’d gotten most of the story out.&nbsp; He’d asked them to sit down on the couch while he went to get the money, after stern admonishments about wasting his time and the dangers of reneging on a deal.&nbsp; <br><br>And then...&nbsp; Had he drugged them?&nbsp; Natalie wracked her brain, trying to remember.&nbsp; No, they hadn’t eaten anything.&nbsp; Hadn’t drunk anything.&nbsp; They’d been sitting on the couch, holding hands, Jen shaking, on the verge of tears again.&nbsp; And then... what?&nbsp; A pink light!&nbsp; A blinding, shimmering pink light.&nbsp; Yes, now she remembered, and then...<br><br>And then waking up in the van or truck or whatever it was.&nbsp; The vehicle had slowed to a crawl.&nbsp; The sound changed, acquiring an echo.&nbsp; They were under a bridge or in a large building.&nbsp; The vehicle stopped.&nbsp; And then the engine cut off.&nbsp; The silence roared in Natalie’s ears. 
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