#svbtopia

               halfway through the reception of a former co-worker’s wedding, the small girl could be found dancing her way across the ballroom, giggling as she made small talk with various guests--- this was daisy’s wheelhouse, something obvious for anyone to see. she was in desperate need of a drink, eyes searching the hall before finding them alongside one of walls. in her movement towards the tables she finds someone sitting in the very back of the party... something that makes her sad, and influences her decision to grab not one cup but two of sangria before heading in his direction. the smile on her face is effortless as she nears him, holding the cup out once she makes it to him.   “are you alright?”   her first thought is to check if he’s well, as that’s the only reason she can think of that would stop her from participating in the gathering. sitting down next to him daisy takes a small sip out of her glass.   “if this is how you act at parties, i think you’re doing it wrong, silly.”   words fall with the warm hug of the girl’s tone as she looks up at the male who towers her even while seated.        @svbtopia​

&&        She’d never actually been here before, and perhaps that was part of the problem. She stuck out like a sore thumb. The sundress and cardigan she’d donned for the occasion certainly did not blend in with the smoke scented, beer stained surroundings of the bar. But Wendy had heard this was one of Atticus’s frequent haunts and she was simply hoping to accidentally run into him. So caught up in looking, in fact, that she didn’t notice she was heading right for someone else until she’d already collided with the much larger man. “Oh! Oh, excuse me, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, attempting to back out of his way. Evidently he had a different kind of apology in mind, as the woman suddenly found herself tucked against his side while he breathed down her neck about buying a drink. “Oh no, no, I – I’m actually looking for someone, he should be around here somewhere –” she hoped, while she pried the man’s hand off her waist. || @svbtopia

“spending all my nights alone, waiting for you to call me... you’re the only one i want by my side when i fall asleep. tell me what i’m waiting for?”

 “what did i do to make you so cruel? i’ve got this ache inside my heart, i know that it’s you. what should i do now that i know that we’re doomed? i loved you most, and now you’re a ghost i walk right through.”

carys loathed this kind of shit. she rarely, if ever, met a girl’s family. that would require a real relationship and she hadn’t had one of those since she’d been fresh out of high school, not quite het her devious self. she’d always been different, but she’d started to believe these she wasn’t built for all that. which was exactly why her hand had already slipped between the other girl’s thighs as she sipped her wine and laughed at a joke she didn’t think was funny. if she wanted her to pretend to be a well-adjusted girlfriend, she would need to make it fun. fingers crept up and pushed her legs further apart as carys leaned back and towards the girl beside her, speaking softly enough that only she would here. “be good or they’ll all know what i’m doing to you.” she said, refusing to make eye contact until she pulled away and gave a little smile, rubbing her over her panties. 

this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. cassandra was only looking for a quick ride out of town, not having enough money to afford a bus ticket out of town she’d asked a truck driver at the gas station for a ride into the next state. the plan from there was to get a job somewhere and then a place to live, and maybe even enroll in a local community college. all things the preacher’s daughter wasn’t allowed to do while living under her father’s thumb. she’d just wanted her freedom but instead she’d walked right into the waiting arms of yet another man wanting to keep her captive. ray, the name he’d given her when he’d happily agreed to give her a ride, had seemed nice enough at first. or nice enough that she didn’t anticipate him tying wrists and ankles together, gagging her and throwing her into the cabin area of the 18-wheeler’s cab. no matter how she struggled there was no way for her get herself free. frustrated she struggled herself into near exhaustion, only really willing herself to move again when she felt the truck coming to a stop. she had no idea how long he’d been driving before he finally pulled over again, maybe it had been an hour, perhaps longer. she didn’t have a clock to see how much time had ticked by, the cabin area pitch black until the door leading into it was opened and she winced at the light that it let in. mumbling something from behind her gag as a tear fell down her cheek. 

perhaps he should have waited before going into his father’s, and by extension step-mother’s, bedroom. that would have been the decent thing to do, but anton wouldn’t ever lie and say that he was a decent person. especially to caroline, he’d given the woman hell since his father had introduced them to each other a year ago. now the woman was his step-mother, and his father had finally given the ultimatum that anton needed to either find a way to get along with the woman or get cut off from his father’s wealth. he had until the weekend was over, the exact amount of time his father would be out of the house on a business trip. so far anton had been resistant, but now that he was standing in the master bedroom hearing the sound of the shower going from the ensuite his twisted mind couldn’t help but conjure up a terrible plan. brazenly walking into the bathroom he spotted the older woman showering behind the frosted glass none the wiser of his presence. a smirk formed on his lips as he reached out to steal the towel that she’d so carefully hung just outside of the shower, and with a rap of his knuckles against the glass he let her know he was there. “we need to talk.”