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Dangerous	By : FlameWolf666 Category: G through L > House of 1000 Corpses Views: 7011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from House of a 1000 Corpses. All rights to the material belong to Mr. Zombie. This is just for fun and I make no profit from it.

Chapter List
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Author's Note: Minor time skips herein. Getting closer to that fateful Halloween night.

Chapter Ten: Fresh Meat

Weeks went by and I found myself falling into a strange routine. I would wake up to Otis over me with a tray that held soup and tea Mama had made to help with my morning sickness, his blue eyes glaring at me. It was almost as if he blamed me for the indignity of having to bring me food. After I had eaten, the killer would go to the basement to bring up one of the teens for us to torture. His favorite seemed to be the little redhead, the poor girl being more like an obedient puppet than a person. One by one, the teens began to die; the other women in the cage having died days prior. It wasn't too long that I started to wonder if these were the same cheerleaders that had been mentioned in the movie. What if there had been another group or, even worse, what if the movies weren't very accurate to events that happened? What if Rejects never took place and I had done all of this for nothing?
At the end of the second month of my stay with the family, there were only a few of the victims left; making me even more nervous. So nervous that I started having horrible nightmares. Yeah, go figure that out. What happened before gave me no nightmares and the fear of the unknown did. Still, the dreams were about Otis, seeing him shot in the chest or head and slowly falling backwards; a surprised look on his face as the life went out of his sky blue eyes. I would often cry out or whimper in my sleep, startling awake when the psychotic male behind me wrapped a strong, wiry arm around my waist to pull me tight against his body. At first I had been utterly shocked by this action but it soon became so commonplace that I thought nothing of it.
As my third month passed with the family, I found myself settling in. As horrible as the things I had done and seen were, this strangely felt like home. The family all began to treat me as if I fit in, with the obvious exception of Grandpa. I had even started helping Mama cook and she had asked me what my birthday was. Baby and I were now like sisters, often watching movies together and having a discussion about which boys were the cutest. Otis had also started to treat me differently. Don't get me wrong, he didn't fall on one knee and declare his love for me or anything. He just became almost affectionate, at least for him.
At some point during my fifth month with them, the ruthless killer had started nearly embracing me. Often, while we were torturing one of the victims, he would come up behind me and wrap his arms around me. Granted its more of a hold than an actual embrace and the first time he had done it, I jumped out of my skin. An action that he seemed more amused by than offended. He had even gone so far as to smile at me once but that might have been more of a twitch. I was also involved in more projects than his sister, an impressive feat for an outsider. As weird as it was, this felt more like my family than even my own. The only thing that truly bothered me, besides the acts I participated in, was the fact that my diet more than likely consisted of mostly human meat.
This morning, I woke up to Otis standing over me with a tray in his hands like usual. On the tray was a bowl of soup and some tea that Mama had made to soothe my morning sickness. The wraith glared down at me, his normal disdainful expression and I internally shook my head. Sighing, I slowly sat up and stretched before taking the platter from his hands. “Thanks Otis,” I murmured, brushing a lock of my ebony hair behind my ear before I took a sip of tea. Whatever nausea was brewing quickly faded and I found myself silently thanking the matron downstairs as well. The ghoul only grunted in response before stalking out of the room to get one of the victims from the basement. He was more than likely going to bring up 'Red' but I had no idea about anything else he had planned. The one thing I had learned about the man was that he was often spontaneous with his ideas for torture and cruelty.
Sighing again, I straightened slowly before gingerly sipping at the bowl of soup. Thankfully my contrary stomach had calmed enough for me to eat. I probably had only a few days left of the morning sickness left and I honestly found myself relieved by this fact. Overall, I would be much happier when the whole ordeal of pregnancy was over, let alone the horrible Halloween night that was inching ever closer. We had about a week and a half left until October and I shuddered at what I would more than likely be obliged to do. Looking down at my half full bowl of food, I found I had quite lost my appetite. Still, I had no choice but to eat it. If I didn't, my violent lover would more than likely force feed me. In fact, he had done it before with absolutely no remorse for when I ended up vomiting on his floor. Thankfully he hadn't made me lick the mess up with my tongue.
Suddenly the man himself came bursting into the room, dragging a female behind him I had never seen before as 'Red' followed placidly. Instantly, a wash of fear flooded my body as I found that I kind of recognized her. While I had never paid that much attention to the victims from the movies, I knew I had definitely seen her face before. She was one of the teens Otis had berated in a pseudo flashback. Just seeing her let me know that some events were right on the money. While that should have assured me, all I could feel was a sense of dread. The tank top wearing murderer must have seen my expression because he shoved his bound victim and 'Red' into the Preparation Room before walking towards me. “Ya look like you've seen a fucking ghost,” he snarled as he grabbed my left upper arm in a firm grip.
“Just trust me when I say things are going exactly according to plan,” I replied, doing my best to shake off the dread I felt. I had no idea of knowing how long it would be before the police would show up at the ranch and that fact scared me more than anything else.
“Ya look fuckin' scared outta yer mind. Is she involved in th'reason why ya came here?” the ghoul hissed, worry very briefly flashing through his icy orbs.
“A bit. Look, her being here just means we're getting closer to a pivotal event and that everything is going well,” came my reply as he dragged me into the room.
Before he could ask anything else, R.J. was shoving the other teens in with us; seemingly immune to the glare his brother gave him. Soon the small space was too full of screaming and pleading for anything to be heard properly. Snarling, Otis hollered for quiet as the bearskin wearing man who had brought them simply took his leave. Unfortunately this new-found peace didn't last long as the newcomers' gazes traveled to me. Perhaps seeing the kindness and compassion that still clung to my heart, the teens rushed toward me as one entity; all begging for their lives at once. They got within inches of touching me before my violent lover was placing himself between me and them. Then he was pulling out his knife, visibly bristling at the whimpering girls. “She ain't here t'help ya, yew silly whores. Do yew really think I would let her roam free if there were any doubt in my mind of her loyalty to me and mah fam'ly?” the wraith snarled, taking an almost protective stance as he glared the young women down.
Unsurprisingly, the group of six back off immediately; varying expressions of horror on their too young faces. After what I had seen the first group go through, I felt my stomach lurch at the thought of the horrors these girls would soon be subjected to. Truly no one could do anything to deserve what they would be put through. “Yer no better than th'shit on th'bottom of my boot. Now git back over there where ya belong. As for you…,” the beast continued, his voice becoming a faded growl as my vision began to blur. I only came back to reality when a pair of rough hands landed on my shoulders.
“Hey…,” rasped an uncertain, male voice as the hands moved up to grip my face. This brought me sharply back to what was happening around me.
Ice blue eyes met my brown-green ones as he seemed to be internally assessing something. Then his cold eyes were narrowing as disgust and impatience filled his gaze. “Go fuckin' help Baby,” he hissed, clearly dismissing me as he released my face, turned on his heel and headed back to the small group of young victims. I didn't dare argue, merely nodded before walking out of the room as fast as I could. Since I had come here, Otis had only given me such a nasty glare in the very beginning. Needless to say, such an action didn't necessarily improve my confidence about current events. It wasn't that things were going wrong, it was the fact things were starting to go far too correctly. It was extremely disconcerting, not to mention mind-bending. The fact that events were beginning to more resemble the two films I was familiar with was much more scary than what was to come simply because of the implications. Just what the fuck had I accidentally stumbled onto?
I didn't have too long to ponder this question, finding myself outside Baby's room with no worldly memory of how I had gotten there. Shaking myself free of my thoughts, I raised my hand to knock while pursing my lips. I couldn't afford to keep allowing myself to get distracted like this, not when there was so much going on. If my attention kept lapsing, I was bound to get myself into a lot of trouble. Just before my knuckles would have hit the stained wood, I was turned around roughly to face 'Grandpa'. The grizzled elder was glowering at me from under his bushy eyebrows, his stubble dusted mouth turned down in displeasure. Before I could do or say anything, a fist came flying at my face and everything went dark.
I woke up some time later somewhere else in the house, my head throbbing like a rotten tooth. Groaning as I looked around the inky black room, I tried to sit up; only to find myself bound to a metal table. Fear flooded my system in an instant as I tried to feel around with my fingers to try to get an idea of what was holding me down. When the tips of my appendages touched metal cuffs I came very close to losing my mind right then and there. It took all my inner faculties to not start screaming from the sheer panic beginning to fill my body. Instead, I closed my eyes for a few moments in the hopes that it would help me to see in this inky void surrounding me. When I reopened them, 'Grandpa's' grizzled face was right in front of mine.
The man looked nearly crazed, his faded, blue eyes full of rage and outright hatred. His upper lip curled to reveal his rotting teeth. The longer facial hair on his cheeks only added to the surrealness the darkness gave his face and I felt my heart practically lurch against my ribcage. In a split second, the room I was in was flooded with light; revealing the fact that I had been taken to one of the family's many sheds. It would be a miracle if anyone figured out what happened, let alone found where I had been taken in time to save me from whatever he had planned. My only hope was to try to reason with this man or stall him. “Yew lil bitch. Yer pullin' th'wool over alla their eyes and makin' them accept ya as part of th'fam'ly but I know better. This ain't mah first fuckin' rodeo and ya ain't gonna fool me! Yer fuckin' plannin' somethin' and that piece of shit upstairs has lost his guts t'deal with ya. Jest like him t'leave th'dirty work up t'me,” the aged killer snarled, his raspy voice full of venom as he pulled out a nasty looking weapon.
Instead of screaming for my life or begging, I met his gaze steadily and took a deep breath to steady my nerves. “Do you really think the family will let you get away with killing me?” came out of my mouth, much more steady and demanding than I actually felt at the moment. To my relief, the elderly male paused; giving me a pissed, unsure look as the knife wavered in his hand.
“I'm pregnant you know. I'm not so sure Mama, Baby or Otis thanking you for killing the child either,” I continued, not struggling at all as our eyes locked. I could see fear slowly replace the righteous rage that was on his face.
“Yer a fuckin' liar,” he snarled, spittle hitting my pale face as he tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade before he placed the tip on my jugular.
He began to press down on the sharp implement before we heard a faint, male voice in the distance. A voice that sounded an awful lot like Otis'. “OTIS!!” I screamed with all my might before I could stop myself. This earned me a sharp slap as the edge of the blade sliced shallowly into my milky skin.
“What th'fuck do ya even think yer doin'?! Thet boi only cares 'bout Baby and Mama. He learned his lesson long ago 'bout truckin' with th' likes of yew,” Grandpa snarled, his eyes narrowing before an absolutely malicious light filled his cerulean orbs. It was then he removed the knife from my throat to place it against my slightly bulging belly.
“I know jest what t'do with a treacherous lil' whore like yew. I'll cut th' living fetus outta ya while ya fuckin' watch me do it,” the deranged elder rasped, a smirk on his face as he leveled his gaze at me. It was at that point that I began to beg but not for my life, for the one of my child. The old man only chuckled in response, cutting the shirt I wore down the middle as my blood ran cold.
Suddenly the voice we had heard earlier came from much closer, sounding absolutely furious. “Are you so sure your actions are really wanted?” I asked, shaking as I watched the silver haired male glare at the shut door
“Raven, I know I fuckin' heard ya! If yer fuckin' hidin' we're gonna have words,” came my lover's furious voice before he could answer. I took advantage of the moment of confusion to call out for the wraith that was searching for me. An action that earned me a shallow cut across my stomach.
“Ya make another fuckin' peep and I'll gut ya right on th'spot,” he growled, fear clear in his faded eyes.
“You were going to do that anyway. How is that threat going to keep me from doing the only thing that could save the baby I carry,” I replied, anger and seething hatred slowly filling every part of my heart. Grandpa sneered at me, opening his mouth to respond before another, much more serious call of my name came from a lot closer.
“Hugo, I swear to Christ if you have anything t'do with this,” came a deadly sounding snarl from a few feet away. Once again, I used the distraction to call for the violent male that was searching for me.
The short man holding me captive turned to give me a bone-chilling glare before lifting his weapon into the air to stab my womb. I could only close my eyes and braced for unimaginable pain. The only thing that made me open them was a loud banging noise as the door came flying open. Otis stood in the doorway for a split second before he was charging forward to grab the old man's wrist, wrenching his hand backward to force him to release the hilt. I had never seen the ghoul look so deadly or 'Grandpa' look so scared. The taller, thinner male had his upper lip pulled back from his teeth in a snarl. His ice blue eyes spat deep fury and held a dark promise of pain the old man had only had nightmares about. Then his eyes shifted to me and he saw the shallow, bleeding cut on the small bump of my belly, causing all Hell to break loose.
Hugo suddenly found himself slammed against a wall, his own knife against his jugular as a severely pissed off psychopath loomed over him. “Don't kill him!” I called out, straining against the cuffs that held me to the table. Otis froze in place, a low, rattling noise bubbling up from deep in his bony chest as he looked at me out of the corner of his eye. The white, stringy hair hanging in his face only added to the intimidating aura he had around him. It was at that moment I realized he was more out of control than I had ever seen him, making him extremely dangerous.
“He… he's around on Halloween. Heaven knows what'll happen if you fuck with the time-line too much,” I tried to reason. To be entirely honest, I could care less if Otis killed the old sow at this point but what I said was true. If I let him kill Hugo, there was every chance something critical might change; ruining my chances of saving this family from certain disaster.
To my shock, the beast in front of me only pressed the blade harder against the elder's neck. “I don't give a fuck! Do ya really think he'll stop tryin' t'kill ya?” the rail thin monster spat, his eyes fixed only my wounded belly as his stubble dusted lips pursed.
“If you kill him I might not be able to save you and the family,” I blurted, the silence that followed making me dearly wish I could clap my hands over my mouth.
“What's th'point of savin' us if yer gonna die before yew c'n do it?” the ghoul rasped, his grip not loosening on the dangling elder as he kept his gaze fixed on me.
I only blinked slightly, a bit stunned by his response. Concern for my safety should be very low on his list, if not non-existant. Yet the very fact that he was saving me contradicted that idea. Hell, the fact that he was willing to kill family for me practically ground it into the dirt. Despite that, I couldn't wrap my mind around any of this information. The Otis I knew was ruthless and emotionless, not caring one bit for anyone but those in his closest circle. “I don't plan on dying any time soon and I doubt Hugo will be so willing to try this again after getting such a nasty reaction,” I reasoned quietly, my heart racing as a strange feeling began to fill me. After a moment of introspection, I came to the shocking conclusion that I was actually beginning to feel aroused by the killer's protectiveness over me.
Otis only grunted before shifting his icy gaze back to 'Grandpa'. “Well Hugo, ya gonna do anything this asinine again?” he snarled, pressing the tip of the knife into the older man's skin and causing a ruby droplet of blood to dribble out. The grizzled, frightened man could only shake his head; not even daring to speak due to the closeness of the blade.
“Guess what?” the wraith hissed, his raspy voice laced with venom as he pressed the blade in deeper, “I don't believe ya.”
Just before he could slit the gasping, struggling geriatric's throat, I made one last attempt to get through to him. “Otis please!” I called out, my heart hammering in my chest as time seemed to freeze for a long moment. I had a few horrible seconds where I thought my violent lover was simply going to kill the family patriarch before the murderer simply let Grandpa drop to the sawdust coated floor. The older male looked up at him, tears in his disbelieving eyes as he scrubbed at the bleeding wound in his wattled neck. Then he was slowly getting to his unsteady feet, giving me a look of seething hatred as he coughed roughly.
“Y-ya woulda really done it. You woulda killed me over a piece of ass that's carryin' yer bastard seed,” he hissed, blood stained spit dribbling from the corner of his lip as he backed toward the open door.
“I still might if ya don't git yer worthless hide th'fuck outta here!” Otis bit out, his hand still wrapped tightly around the hilt of the knife Hugo had intended to use on me. The enraged, stunned elder only sneered before turning tail and running.
As soon as he was gone, Otis released his death grip on his weapon before turning toward me. In moments he was on me, his icy eyes spitting fury as his rough hands traveled over the shallow wound on my stomach. Before I could offer any reassurance, those hands were cupping my face and lips met mine in a crash. We met so hard our teeth clicked together and I could feel my lip burst as the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I could only lay there stunned, my body arching into his automatically as the arousal from before became a slow pulse of lust. A moan even left me against my bidding, drawing a low growl from the psychopath above me. “Fuck lil' girl,” he breathed against my broken, oozing lips before he was hungrily devouring them again.
I released a small growl of my own, my upper body arching upward in an instinctual effort to free myself from the table. This drew a gruff noise that sounded like a chuckle from the taller man. Next thing I knew, he was on the table with me; one of his knees spreading my thighs as he straightened into a sitting position. As I watched, his cold eyes immediately went to the tiny bump of my belly; a displeased noise leaving him when he saw the wound was still bleeding slightly. Then he was bending down, licking up the blood with an absolutely animalistic noise. “If he ever comes near you or even looks in your direction, you tell me. I was willing to grant him his life this one time. I won't be as understanding next time,” he whispered, urgency tinging his furious tone as his callused hands left my face to disappear under my shirt.
Large, rough hands traveled up my sides until eager fingertips were plucking my sensitive nipples to attention. A bit surprised he wasn't simply stripping me to have his way with me, I let out soft moan as soft, electric sparks of need began to gather in my lower body due to his attentions. A low rumble left the man above me in response as he lifted my shirt to expose my breasts to him. Then he was taking a pink bud into his mouth, drawing a soft cry of need from my lips as I struggled against the cuffs holding my wrists down. Next thing I knew, my pants and underwear had been removed and the wraith was switching to the other nipple as his right hand began to play with my slit. All too soon he found my clit, teasing it mercilessly and drawing soft keens and whimpers from my lips as I felt a familiar, pleasurable ache began to fill my occupied womb. “Otiissss,” I heard myself moan as he dipped his fingers briefly into my quivering passage.
“Mmmm, then again I might have t'thank the old hog fer tyin' ya up in th'first place. If he hadn't done that, I'd have never gotten t'see just how much ya enjoy it under th'right circumstances,” the killer husked out, before he was moving down my body to settle between my thighs.
“Not gonna lie, I like seein' ya all helpless like this,” he continued, something glittering in his icy eyes before his lips wrapped around my pearl and he began to suck.
All thought left my head as white hot pulses of pleasure began to crash over me in wave after wave, each wave getting more intense than the last. Soon his name was but a keen on my lips as my hips shifted restlessly, my eyes closed as a coil deep within me grew tighter and tighter. Then I was exploding, his name a scream ripped from my throat as my vision filled with white. Yet he still kept licking, his tongue wrapping around my clit to draw out my orgasm. He only stopped when I begged him to, the attention to my oversensitive button becoming painful. To my shock, instead of taking me, he merely released my wrists. Then he was dressing me before helping me to my feet. “Enough of this nonsense, we got shit we gotta do,” he snarled, his erection clear under the tight fabric of his blue jeans. Then he was yanking me to follow behind him, leaving me to anticipate just how he was going to put that to use later. There would be no way in Hell Otis was going to blue ball himself and, despite how apprehensive that made me, I couldn't help but feel a slight hint of eagerness.
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