Call Liz route

<!--StartFragment-->“Tell me about Liz” Jimmy said, tapping a finger on his chin.

“Where do I even start?” Tiffany answered, slowly getting her breathing under control again.

“You want to hear about her fucked up family life? How easy she is to manipulate? How I think of her like a pet? What do you want to hear about?” The more she spoke the more Jimmy thought this actually might work.

The short version of Tiffany’s speal was that Liz was neglected by her parents until she got taken away, then she got shipped off to “uncle Touchy” and “auntie Slutshamer”. She had no friends and acted like a weirdo so, when Tiffany took her into her High school group Liz felt like she owed Tiffany everything.

Which is exactly why Tiffany did it of course.

Tiffany went on to detail all the ways she had worked to sabotage Liz's life.

Talking her put of therapy, using her as a way to deflect asshole guys she did t want to deal with.

Convincing her to break up with any guy that actually seemed good for her.

Most shocking was when Tiffany admitted to **** her.

One night, the guys just weren’t interested in her. She got plenty drunk at the bar and not 1 guy tried to get her to leave with him. The she saw a guy who had ignored her chatting up Liz. She walked over, grabbed Liz by the arm and dragged her away, not stopping until they were at a nearby motel.

She threw her on the bed and straddled her face. Liz had clearly resisted and tried to stop her but Tiffany yelled at her about taking men she wanted and owing her some relief.

Liz complied and Tiffany had a new thing she could order Liz to do.

She had never returned the favor, not once.

Jimmy knew things Tiffany didn’t though, like how Liz looked at her when she was looking the other way.

He handed Tiffany her phone, “text her, get her over here as fast as possible.” Jimmy said with a wicked grin.

“Tiffany! Where are you? What happened? We all thought you were dead!” Liz yelled as she flung open the front door and ran into the entry way.

“what happened to your hot stepd…” she started to ask in a more playful tone before stopping as she turned and found herself face to chest with him.

“h…..h…hi si…..sir” she stammered, eyes flicking back and forth trying to find the fastest escape route.

“relax” he said holding his hands out to the side a little “I’m not mad at you” Liz didn’t look like she believed him but against her better judgment she allowed him to lead her into the living room.

“That evil bitch!” Liz cried out as the recording finished playing.

Her body jumped as his hand rested on her shoulder, she looked at him with watery eyes.

“She used you as a weapon against me” Jimmy said matter of factly, “I want to give you the chance for some ****”

“what do you mean ****?” she asked.

“you see, Tiffany has a…condition” he said with a little smirk.