“Holy shit shit sis. You may have actually had more issues as a child than I had.” Angela said, staring into the room she had just unlocked. The bound and gagged girl at her side, he long lost sister, whimpered into her gag at her new found sister's discovery of her most private room.
Nothing had ever been handed to Angela Crosley. The few meager things things she had to her name, she had earned, the hard way, through a long series of menial jobs, more than a few not strictly legal.
Then her mother had passed away and in addition to leaving her nothing, had left her on the hook for the funeral bills. While going through her mother's stuff, she happened upon an old photo album. Angela had never met her father, and her mother had refused, even on her death bed, to ever tell her anything about her father.
The discovery of her father in her mother's old photo's and journals was nothing compared to what else she found. She had a twin sister.
From what she could gather, It had been similar to the situation from The Parent Trap. Her parents had split less than a year after she and her sister had been born, and each parent had taken a sibling, and never crossed paths again. Only she hadn't met her sister at some camp. After spending most of what little savings she had left on a private investigator, she learned that while she had been stuck basically living in poverty with her moth in Jersey, her father and sister, Kimberly Strauss, she learned her name was, had moved out to L.A. Her father was now dead, but her sister was doing quite well for herself.
Kimberly was still living in L.A., where she worked for some big tech corporation. The P.I. wanted more money to look any deeper, so, with nothing but a dead end job she was on the verge of being fired from and a shitty apartment she was behind on rent for, Angela packed up her things and headed out West.
Kim Strauss had never learned of her mother or twin sister. She'd never really had a reason to want to. Kim had it made.
Her father and step mother had died four years earlier in a car accident, leaving Kim with a massive inheritance. She'd only been living on her own for 8 months before the accident, when she moved back into the luxurious mansion she had grown up in and now owned. Courtesy of nepotism, she worked for her father's tech company, in a position she was neither qualified nor really desired, but the late CEO's daughter, she was given as little responsibility as possible and the paychecks kept rolling in.
As Angela stalked her twin sister, a deep resentment began to grow within her. She had had no real plan when she came out, and unsure of how to go about the process of introducing herself to her long lost twin sister, she had instead shacked up in a cheap motel and proceeded to tail Kim. Initially, she had been worried she'd look like someone just looking for a handout. But as she watched her sister live it up, it occurred to Angela she was looking for far more than a hand out. Half of that inheritance was rightfully hers anyhow. It wasn't fair that she had been stuck in squalor with her mother while her sister got to be some pampered princess with their father. It could have just as easily been her living in a mansion with an endless cash flow coming in. Who knew now that they were both dead how their parents had chosen which child to keep. It could have been something as simple as the flip of a coin. Heads was Angela, Tails was Kimberly.
And so the less fortunate sister had started to formulate a plan. Even if she did confront her sister, it was highly unlikely she'd see anywhere even close to half of the wealth her sister possessed. She'd crush her with a legal team if she even tried to sue for what she saw as her half. And as Angela saw it, half wasn't even fair. Kim had had twenty five years already living in the lap of luxury. It was only fair that Angela had a turn. In the parent trap, the twins had switched places, and while this was no comedy, Angela saw taking her sister's place the only way to get what she felt she was entitled to. They were identical twins after all. Angela was noticeably thinner than her wealthy counterpart, having been on a diet of hard living her entire life, but it wasn't drastic by any means. She'd have to die her hair back to it's natural blonde and cut it back to shoulder length, but that was a small price to pay. Though she'd never gotten close enough to tell for sure, she suspected her sister was an inch or so taller, but even if that was the case, the right set of heels would fix that in a heart beat. And how hard would it be to pretend to be a spoiled brat working at a job which required no technical skill or knowledge?
Angela found herself spending more and more time fantasizing about what her new stolen life would be like. It was a grand dream, but not overly practical. People pulled off identity theft cons all the time, she told herself, but there was one major problem in her plan: Kimberly herself. She seriously doubted she'd ever be able to convince her sister to willingly give up her lavish life and try walking a mile in her shoes, so to speak. She could certainly never even imagine bringing herself to kill her. She was family after all, and unless her mom had kept more than one secret sibling from her, the only family she had left.
But Angela still felt she deserved at least a taste of this life she felt she had been cheated out of. And so a slightly more realistic plan began to emerge from her fantasies. She couldn't get rid of her sister, but she could keep her out of the way for a little while. After all, she couldn't afford to keep trailing her for as long as it would take to accurately impersonate her, so she would need her sister to help her pull it off. In that huge mansion of hers, there had to be plenty of place to stash her sister while Angela impersonated her. Even if she couldn't make her sister have a taste of her life, Angela saw it only reasonable that she should be made to suffer a little. Small price to pay for the years of decadence she had been treated to. It made no difference to Angela that Kim was blissfully ignorant of her sister's existence. Angela took this injustice quite personally.
Kim was looking forward to a relaxing weekend. The past week she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She chalked it up to just being paranoid, but it did motivate her to take the weekend and spend it in her own personal form of relaxing. Contrary to what her sister believed of her, Kim had her own problems. She was keenly aware that she had no business in her job. She walked line of trying to be useful, and trying to do as little as possible so she wouldn't fuck anyone else over. And while she was ill-equipped to do that job she had, she was even less equipped to do anything else, and she had no idea how to go about moving her life in another direction. She'd never gone to college, her father had in fact encouraged her not to, saying she wouldn't need it, she had a job lined up.
And as much as she thought about, she didn't really want to give up her life. So from time to time, she took a little escape from reality, and brought herself back to a simpler time, before her parents had died, before she had any stress in her life.
Kim pulled into her garage, excited to get home and start her weekend. She'd start by turning off her phone, then open up a bottle of wine and spend the majority of the evening soaking in bubble bath. After that, the real fun would start.
She was ripped from her fantasies as she was grabbed from behind as she exited her car. A leather gloved hand clamped over her mouth, and she was pull away from her car and shoved roughly against the wall. Something hard was pressed firmly into the base of her back.
“That's a gun in your back. Stay calm, don't try anything stupid, and everything will be alright,” A gruff, female voice came Kim's attacker. She resisted the urge to fight, dropping her arms slowly to her sides. “Good girl. Now, we're gonna go shut the garage and go inside, and you're going to turn off the alarm. Don't try anything funny. Nod if you understand.”
Terrified, Kim nodded. That uneasy felling she had had all week, the paranoia she had finally pushed aside and began settling in for the a relaxing, had been accurate, and she had let her guard down.
Kim felt the pressure on her back loosen, but it was still there, as was the gloved hand over her mouth, which her attacker used to guide her towards the door. She saw another gloved hand reach up and hit the garage door control panel, shutting the door and sealing her inside with her attacker. She fumbled in her purse for her keys, trying to ignore her captor's agitated jerking. Finally, she found her keys, and opened the door into the house.
The alarm beep indicating she had 30 seconds to enter the security code, normally a sound that had become so routine she barely heard it anymore, was jarring. The code itself, normally muscle memory, seemed to elude her now. It briefly occurred to her that there was as separate code that would turn off the alarm and still call the cops, but she couldn't remember the code.
“Think carefully about your next move,” her captor growled in her ear. Finally, Kim entered the code, and the alarm deactivated.
Both of them breathed a sigh of relief, and Kim found herself released and spun around to face her abductor.
Her jaw dropped, and she was stunned to find herself looking at mirror image of herself.
Angela had already died and cut her hair to match her twin. She pulled back the hood she had been wearing during the abduction to further reveal herself to her startled twin. There were other minor differences between the girls, but Angela would have all weekend to perfect her transformation.
“You're... You're me,” Kim said, stunned.
“Not yet,” Angela said with a wolfish grin. “I'll explain in due time. But first,” Angela produced a roll of duct tape from the pocket of her hoodie.
Seeing the tape and realizing it's implications seemed to wake Kim up from her stupor. “No, please, you don't have to tie me. You can take whatever you want.”
“Oh, I will,” responded. “But this thing is heavy and I'm sure you don't like me waving it around in your face any more than I do, so we're gonna take some precautions,” Angela indicated to the gun still in her hand.
She was right, and Kim knew she'd fell much more comfortable if the gun was out of the picture.
“Just please don't hurt me,” Kim said, consenting to being taped up.
“Just do as your told and you'll be fine. Now, turn around, hands behind your back, wrists crossed.” Angela ordered. She shoved the gun in her pocket as Kim complied, and Angela deftly bound her wrists behind her with tape.
“Who are you?” Kim asked as Angela finished with her wrists and spun her back around.
“I am your long lost twin sister, Angela,” She said with a dramatic bow. “Pleased to meet you,” she extended her hand for a shake. “Oh, you can't shake, can you.” Angela laughed.
“But, I don't have a twin sister,” Kim's brain was failing to process the situation unfolding around her.
“So dad didn't tell you after all.” Angela dropped to her knees, wrapping a band of tape around her thighs just above the knees. “Don't feel too bad either. Mom didn't tell me either.”
“Mom?” Kim asked. The conversation was at least distracting her from the fact that her twin sister she'd just met was still tying her up, this time wrapping tape around her waist, anchoring her bound wrists to the small of her back.
“She's dead too by the way, but don't worry, you didn't miss much, she was kind of a bitch, and she was broke, not like dad here.”
“But, but dad said mom died when I was born, and he never mentioned a sister.”
“He probably lied to you about Santa Claus too, but it was him buying you all those expensive toys as a kid.”
“But, but...” Angela put a finger to her sister's lips, shushing her.
“You talk too much. Enough questions for now.” With that, she produced one more strip of tape and sealed it over her sister's stunned lips. “Now, don't be rude, take me for a tour of this sweet house.”
“Mmmph,” Kim protested as Angela smoother out the tape. Angela winked as she pulled the gun back out. Kim started freaking out, screaming into her gag as the gun was shoved directly in her face.
“Bang,” Angela said pulling the trigger. Kim wailed, the force of her scream blowing one edge of her tape gag free. Tears rolled from her fiercely scrunched eyes. But there was no bang, no bullet. A small squirt of water hit the girl square in the nose.
Angela was crouched over, howling with laughter. “Oh my god sis. You should've seen your face. Oh wait, I have your face, let me try to do it.” She straightened up, screwing her face up in her best impression of her sister before collapsing into another bout of laughter.
Kim tried to regain her composure. The shock had worn off, and anger was starting to set in.
“You fuffing bich!” she cried angrily, using her tongue to push more of the tape gag off.
“Oh lighten up. I wouldn't shoot you. You're the only family I got.” Angela smoothed the tape back over her sister's mouth, reinforcing it with two more strips in an x. She was stepping in something wet, and at first she thought it was water from the water pistol, but then she realized her sister had pissed herself in her panic.
“Oh Kimmie. You're making a mess.”
Kim herself hadn't realized in her sheer terror her bladder had released, and her shame quickly overcame the anger that had emerged a moment before. She hung her head, mumbling incoherently behind her gag.
Angela pulled off her hoodie, using it wipe down her sister's legs and clean up the puddle on the floor before kicking the soiled garment into a corner. “Don't worry, I'll help myself to your wardrobe later, we'll call it even. Now, about that tour.”
Angela then proceeded to drag her bound, gagged, hobbled, and thoroughly cowed sister around the house. Angela kept a running commentary as they went from room to room. Approximating the price of the art on the walls, planning redecoration, asking rhetorical questions about the lavish parties probably thrown.
Kim did her best to keep up, with her legs bound above her knees. She could feel the sticky dried urine on her legs with each step. Her mind was still reeling as she tried to wrap her head around her current predicament. Some lookalike claiming to be her twin sister had shown up, kidnapped her at water gun point. She alternated between playful ribbing to sadistic humor, and Kim could never tell if her new found sister was going to tease her about the drapes or pretend to kill her again.
And then they arrived at the part of the tour Kim had been dreading. Her secret hobby, hidden behind the one locked door in the house, a guest bedroom Kim had converted after she had inherited the house. Not even the cleaning people knew about this room, but Angela wasn't about to let a locked door stop her.
“So what's behind door number one?” she asked her gagged tour guide. It was the first time since the tour had begun that Angela actually seemed interested in an answer to one of her questions, and Kim mewled pitifully into her gag, actually partly hoping the gag wouldn't be removed and her captor would move on.
She got her wish. Part of it anyways. Angela left her sister gagged, instead pulling a small lock pick set out of her back pocket. “You see, I didn't have rich old daddy to leave me this sweet house, so for a few months, I did a few B and E's just to get by. Not my favorite work, but the skills have continued to come in handy.
Less than a minute later, there was a click, and the handle turned freely. Angela through her arm around her sister. “Let's see what you're hiding,” she said, shoving the door open and revealing Kim's secret.
“Holy shit shit sis. You may have actually had more issues as a child than I had.” Angela said, staring into the room she had just unlocked. The bound and gagged girl at her side, he long lost sister, whimpered into her gag at her new found sister's discovery of her most private room.
The sister's stood before a nursery, though not just any nursery. The crib, the changing table, the playpen, all were sized for an adult. The room was a light pink, with pictures of cartoon characters, care bears, my little ponies, some of the sporting diapers adorning the walls. A stack of adult diapers sat in the corner next to the changing table.
“Well why the fuck weren't you wearing one of those earlier when you pissed yourself?”
Kim could only groan.