If you're reading this, I'd like to thank Serena for her idea that inspired this chapter. And Jane, you're a lovely human being.
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Finn Hudson. Your typical, god fearing, all American young man. Blonde hair, slightly messy but still well kept. Blue eyes that were simultaneously piercing and warm. Muscles and a jaw line that made Janet from HR blush whenever she spoke to him. He was rich and successful, a hard worker, though having such a prominent father surely didn't hurt. He went to church on Sundays and donated a percentage of everything he earned to a charity for SIDS research.
Who would have guessed that he was a modern day slave owner?
He wasn't the kind that played for keeps. There would be times where he would bring a girl home for a few weeks and just get too sick of her. So instead of sending her back, because even he wasn't the cruel, he would introduce her to society. He would get her a job, teach her how to be free again. Then she would move out. Maybe they'd stay friends.
Admittedly, Finn was the type of guy who would go through periods of sexual awakening. Feeling deprived of human contact and as sadistic as ever. He could have three to four girls at a time, using all of them until all of them had reached their brink of insanity. All at once. Perhaps he would be considered a nymphomaniac, though there would only be a week out of every month or so where he digressed into his more uncontrollable, animalistic state. Those times were when he became the Finn Hudson he was known as by his less law abiding friends. The kind of Finn that needed to dominate, own, and win.
Those times were increasingly becoming rarer as he grew busier with work. It had been a while since he had been in such a state. He had once been seen as such an impassioned, ardent lover. But recently he had been calmer, more mature. And his sexual urges had been kept at bay.
Today, however, was the beginning of one of those portions of times where he grew to be more extreme, and with only one girl, he was desperate to know how he had been surviving for so long with just Aubrey. She had been living with him for years, and he wasn't much of a master to her anymore. They were friendlier than anything else. While other girls came and went, Aubrey was always his. His first girl, and the girl he would most likely have for the rest of his life.
6:31
Every day she was home at half past six. She didn't really need his permission to go anywhere anymore, but after having it be routine for so long, he had gotten used to it. He was a bit of an obsessive, but she was always there on the minute. So when she unlocked the door a mere eighty seconds later than usual, he nearly bolted out of the couch he had been impatiently waiting in.
"I'm home," A voice sung out.
He caught a glimpse of her deep red, curly hair, sleek and resting just below her shoulders. She was wearing a conservative dress that no one would give a second glance at, but he knew what was underneath. Her sensual body, large breasts and small waist. Her green eyes were hidden by her sunglasses, and when he saw her, he knew he was done for.
"Hey, Bree," He said simply, approaching her.
"What's up?" She flashed him a smile, pulling her glasses up and pulling her hair back.
"You're late."
