This is a story of my own invention based off of and around American Horror Story Freak Show. It will go in a bit of a different way than the actual show, and some of the events will be out of order for plot sake. This is after Dell arrives, pretty much in the middle of the season. Elsa is right around 40. Forgive any errors, they are all mine. Reviews are appreciated. Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy -Myra :)
Prologue:
Elsa knew Dell was trouble. From the moment he showed up, she knew he was going to be her ruin. Elsa didn't think he had much of a brain, but he was a brute. An arrogant brute. Such men were no use in this world.
Elsa had been drinking. She was supposed to be the star of the show. Not some two headed farm girl from Alabama, that didn't know David Bowie from Bruce Channel. Elsa drank through most of her whisky. That's probably how he caught her, since she always drank alone.
Elsa couldn't remember much of what happened that night. Except that it hurt. She must have passed out sometime during the night, and that's how he found her. She was tied to the bed, hands to the bedposts with a gag in her mouth. She was too drunk to realize, but not too drunk to remember.
Dell didn't undress her. Not completely. Perhaps a small blessing in a large curse. Dell forced himself on her, his body hot and heavy. He tore delicate flesh with each thrust. Elsa felt something too thick to be his seed run down her leg. She kept her tears from falling.
Dell didn't last long. He finished up very quickly. It was almost comical. He had gone through all the work just to enjoy two minutes. Dell must have thought Elsa was still knocked out, since he actually unbound her. Or he really was that stupid. Elsa wasn't sure.
Alone in the dark, Elsa broke down. She was no stranger to rape. Being a prostitute in Germany was no picnic. But that didn't stop the pain. That didn't stop the bleeding. Elsa felt useless. The only man she could get to love her had to tie her up first.
Elsa was supposed to be a superstar. Not some strongman's whore. She was destined for something more than this. She had to be.
Elsa couldn't live with herself any other way.
This was mainly a background chapter for the story, but I didn't want to delve too deep into the events covered. Much, much better writing to come.
