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A Simple Act of Kindness	By : Demona_Andariel Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Texas Chainsaw Massacre, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Elizabeth paced back and forth in her room. Her nerves were at an all time high. Thomas was difficult to read, to understand. His unwillingness, or perhaps inability, to speak made it impossible to have a conversation. He understood her, clearly answering her questions with nods or shakes of his head. But, she had to work hard to figure out what he wanted or how he felt. He, in turn, worked hard on figuring out sex with her.
There was really only one thing she knew he wanted. He wanted children. It would ultimately secure her if she did get pregnant. Keep her forever safe being the mother of his children. Children. That was a scary thought. Thomas would make a good father, oddly enough. He was protective and kind to those he cared about. Maybe a little over protective. But, she knew his mother and uncle still had a strong grasp on him. Elizabeth could see Luda easily undermining her. And she wouldn’t be able to keep her children from not seeing Hoytt. She shivered at the thought of having a little girl. Although, at the same time, she couldn’t imagine Thomas being alright if Hoytt did anything to his daughter.
Elizabeth stared at the floor for a moment. She didn’t want a daughter. What she wanted was a little boy. She felt like she understood boys a little bit more, having taken care of her brother for part of his short life. A little girl… from what Elizabeth had gone through, she didn’t want her daughter to have to deal with anything like that.
She absentmindedly rubbed her wrist. Children were a future problem. Her IUD was still in and the chance of getting pregnant was still pretty slim. She looked down at her wrist, she really wanted her things. A couple of items had popped up in their room, items she knew didn’t belong to the Hewitts. The jewelry that she found she couldn’t wear. It was wrong. But, she liked the books. It just gave her hope that her own belongings were somewhere, perhaps in the basement. But asking him, it made her nervous. The problem was, she didn’t want to feel like she owed him something for returning her items.
“You can do this, Elizabeth,” she muttered to herself. “Worst thing that can happen is him not having them.” She stared at her wrist. The worst that could happen was heartbreak. If he had gotten rid of all her items it would hurt. The only thing she truly wanted was a charm bracelet. It was a gift from her brother and something she normally never took off. Unfortunately, she had gotten it caught and accidentally broken it three days before finding herself in Texas. For safe keeping, she had left it in her luggage, along with her small photo album, another item she desperately hoped was still around.
She didn’t want to mope around. Her change of mood and being more calm had in turn calmed Thomas down as well. They were in a “good” place for now. She wanted to keep it that way.
She deeply inhaled then exhaled. “Prepare yourself for disappointment,” she whispered to herself. She had to know. And unfortunately, a small part of her hoped. Yeah, she was going to mope if she didn’t get back those two items.
Gathering up her courage, while also attempting to steel herself for disappointment, she walked out of the room.
“Thomas?” she asked as she headed down the stairs. Once again, the house was empty. Although, not like last time. Luda was somewhere outside and the other uncle was in his room. It was really only Hoytt who was truly gone. But, that wasn’t unusual for him. The family were comfortable enough to not expect her to try and run away, allowing her to feel more free with her movements.
She walked down the hallway, hoping that maybe Thomas would appear by the kitchen, or somewhere else. “Thomas?” she called out. No answer. She paused in front of the basement door.
Did Thomas have someone down there now? Were her things down there? It seemed like the only logical conclusion that whatever items she owned and that they had taken from the car were down there somewhere. Her heartbeat picked up as her brain brought up the terror, embarrassment, pain and fear she felt when Thomas raped her in front of Jason. The same location where she murdered her travel companion to spare him more suffering. She had actively avoided looking at the door any time she was near it, even quickening her pace whenever she walked by it.
Dare she open the door and walk down there? Her heart pounded in her chest at the thought.
The door knob twisted before she could gather her courage to do it herself. She didn’t move as it swung back, her eyes saw the darkness first before Thomas. His own widened and he moved his head back, startled that she stood there. His human mask was a little bit different. Did he change it? It was hard to tell, since she rarely saw it. He did his best to leave it off whenever she was around. But, he clearly was most comfortable wearing it.
“Is anyone down there?” she asked. Her voice was stronger than she expected.
There was a moment of silence as his eyes seemed to study her for a moment, before he slowly shook his head. Swallowing hard, she reached out and touched his arm.
“Will you show me?”
He jerked back with surprise at her request. His brow furrowed. He finished walking up the stairs and stood over her. Tilting his head to one side, he leaned down and cupped her face, eyes filled with concern as he studied her. She didn’t say anything, didn’t move or lean back despite how uncomfortably close his human mask was to her face. Her request even surprised her, but she couldn’t show him that.
He rose back up then glanced down the stairs. With another questioning look, he held out his hand to her. She didn’t hesitate as she took it and let him lead her down the stairs.
Face your fears.
He agreed that there wasn’t anyone down there, and for their sake she hoped he wasn’t lying. But, she needed to see the basement again. She needed to know and face it. And maybe, just maybe, she’d find her belongings.
She let his hand go the moment her feet hit the concrete. She could sense him watching her with interest as she walked past him. Her jaw clenched and her breathing deepened a moment when she spotted the table he’d roughly fucked her against mere weeks ago. Gently, she placed her hand on the edge, running her fingers along the cold metal. Her body trembled despite her best efforts to remain calm. Such a bad memory, and yet it seemed so distant almost as if it happened a lifetime ago.
Tearing her eyes away from it, she pushed her body forward. The red stained metal hooks where Jason once hung hadn’t been moved, but there was no body on them. Had she eaten him? Probably. Although, Hoytt did claim she’d spoiled the “meat”. But, she couldn’t put it past them to lie to her, because they were by omitting the fact they were feeding her human meat. It wasn’t hard to taste the difference, notice the texture, food with meat versus food without was very different. Oh God, she was a horrible person. But, she was tired and done with fighting them. They won this battle. Fuck, they’d won every battle so far.
A large white fridge was in a corner of the room, most likely storing human flesh. Why couldn’t they be normal cattle farmers or something?
Her eyes slowly wandered the room. Chains, hooks, wooden beams, leaking pipes, and broken furniture, the basement was a mess. Something, she hadn’t noticed her first time down there. But then again, there were other things she had been focusing on. It was a torture dungeon. A place she would have spent an unknown amount of time in, slowly dying till they ultimately killed and ate her had she not been kind. Had Thomas not taken an interest in her.
There was definitely more to the basement. She could see corridors and other dark areas that could be explored. So much to explore. It seemed to go on quite a bit. Did it lead to the outside somewhere back there? She wasn’t sure, and there wasn’t a reason to figure out and know. She wasn’t going to escape. Her only hope was being found, being rescued.
A workbench caught her attention and she walked over to it. Her fingers carefully examined a chainsaw, running along the large body before hovering over the blades. What did he use that for? She swallowed hard. She’d never heard it being used before, but there was a forest nearby. He’s not cutting down trees, Elizabeth, she scolded herself. Such a cruel and grotesque way to kill people. The Thomas she was growing to know seemed drastically different from the Thomas who butchered people. But at the same time, what he did to Jason was cruel and grotesque.
Moving past the chainsaw, she grasped a mallet, picking it up. She playfully pressed it against the palm of her hand. Heavy and firm, a perfect device to bludgeon someone. Setting it down, she ran her fingers along a few other tools before finally ending on a knife. It was the one she’d used to kill Jason.
Thomas’s presence was strong as he positioned himself behind her. Undoubtedly, he was worried about her hurting herself. But, she ignored him, picking up the knife to examine it. It had gone through Jason smoothly in the end. There was no blood on it, meaning Thomas must have cleaned it. But of course he did. That was weeks ago. And judging by the look of the blade it had been sharpened. In fact, all the tools he kept around seemed to be in great condition, unlike the basement.
She heard him hold his breath as she ran a finger delicately on the flat edge of the blade. It was rather amusing that he was worried she’d hurt herself. She made it seem that she was going to cut herself just to toy with him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him reach for her. She set the knife back down as casually as she picked it up and moved away from him.
Her eyes searched, but she didn’t find any sign or piles of items that belonged to their previous victims. “Do you keep their stuff?” she asked as she turned to look at him. She knew the answer, she just needed to have him say it. Much to her relief, he had taken off his human mask. He shifted his stance uncomfortably, but didn’t answer.
She opened her mouth then closed it. There was no way around other than asking him. She absentmindedly rubbed her fingers over her right wrist. Ask him, Elizabeth!
Something fell in the background and they both turned, although there was no urgency. She didn’t feel like she was in danger, she didn’t feel a presence. Maybe it was an animal? A rat? Thomas didn’t look alarmed. Didn’t look like he was worried she’d figured out he’d lied and there was someone down there. But, she didn’t see Thomas as a liar.
Thomas returned his attention to her. She couldn’t do it. The thought that he’d shake his head if she asked if he had her stuff just hurt too much. Taking in a deep breath she touched his arm. “Thank you.” She didn’t wait for him to say anything and walked upstairs.
If he still had her things then he would have given them to her already. She had to believe that. There was no reason not to at this point. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was willingly fucking him, not complaining, not fighting back. And, although she hated admitting it, she was enjoying herself. What a life.
She left the basement door open since she heard him walking up behind her. She didn’t keep going, instead she stopped and waited as he closed the door behind him. The clicking of the latch hitting the plate seemed to seal shut that part of the dreadful house. For now. Ignorance is bliss. She had to survive, she didn’t want to go crazy. And unfortunately, that meant not thinking about random strangers who shared the same fate as Jason.
“I don’t want to know,” she stated, when he finally turned to look at her. “This one thing, I want you to lie to me about. Don’t-” she paused as she felt a strain in her throat. He understood what she wanted, at least, she hoped he did. Taking in a deep breath she quickly let it out, forcing a smile to cross her face. “It’s nice, isn’t it? Having the house be so quiet?” The change of subject was easy although clearly forced. But, she was done thinking about the darkness.
His mouth twitched, then he shook his head.
“Don’t like quiet, huh?” she asked.
He nodded his head, making her giggle. He took a few steps forward, then peered down at her. His hand reached out and lightly brushed her cheek, before he pulled it back.
“Thank you,” she said, making him cock his head to one side. “For taking care of me, when I was sick last week. I don’t think I ever said it. You didn’t have to. So, thank you. And for the books you’ve been giving me. I don’t-” she paused and looked down at the floor before back up at him. “I’m okay with the books. I don’t want anything else that’s not new.” She hoped he understood her meaning. Just, saying the word “Victim” it hurt to think about.
Clearing her throat, she tossed her head back. “I would like to go out sometime. Maybe just the two of us? It would be nice to get out of the house. Of course, not in this hot weather. Does it ever get cold around here?”
He shook his head.
“Of course it doesn’t,” she said, turning her back to him as she walked away. She let out a surprised cry as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
Her body twirled into his, and he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her against his own. Her eyes widened in surprise as his lips smashed into hers. There was a desperation in his kiss, in his breathing that she quickly matched with her own.
Alright, Thomas, alright.

He sat at the edge of the bed, slipping on his shoes before glancing back at her. She let out a content sigh and curled up under the sheet. She was such a gorgeous creature and all his. Completely now. He was still careful, he had to be. Such a delicate being. She felt so fragile in his arms as if he could break her. The more he thought about it, the more amazed he was at her own strength. Especially after what he'd done to her.
Seeing her happy made him happy. He watched her carefully, learning what he could. She didn’t really talk about her old life much… old life. He wanted to know more about it, but he couldn’t ask her. So he had to make due with watching her, studying her personality now that she was more relaxed. There had been a significant change in her demeanor, enough to ease everyone. Would she try to escape? He doubted it, but he still kept a careful eye on her, on her mood.
Today she surprised him. she had gone down into the basement. It didn’t escape his attention how she avoided it at all costs. He couldn’t exactly blame her. What he did to her down there, he knew it wasn’t right. But he’d never ask for forgiveness. It lead them to where they were now. And he loved their current situation.
He didn’t want to take her down there, worried about how she would react, but he did. Her careful examination of his workplace was interesting. Watching her fingers move carefully and delicately as they did, he wanted to grab them and kiss them. He knew she wasn’t, but he felt as if she was blessing his tools with the way she touched them and handled them.
He wanted to fuck her down there. Give her a better memory than what she had. It was his room, his workplace, his peace and quiet, despite the screams and pain of his victims when they were down there. It was his pride and joy and he wanted her to like it, to accept that part of him. But, she probably wouldn’t have appreciated it. So, he sat back and watched her.
It was the moment that she picked up the knife, the one he knew she’d used on her traveling companion, that he slightly panicked. What if he read her wrong? What if she intended to kill herself? After all he’d gone through to win her over? Her fingers, so close to cutting themselves with the sharp blade. He had to move closer just in case. Before he could take it away from her, she had placed the knife back down and walked way. Without her notice, he quickly hid it, just in case.
It was her searching eyes, the tone of her voice that made him realize she was down there for a specific reason. He thought he had been discreet in leaving items of his various victims in their room for her to find. But she had clearly put two and two together. She wanted her things. He didn’t want to give them to her. He still had them, safely stored away so that no one could mess with them. He used to go through them in the early days, especially her photo album. Staring at the images of the people she knew, how happy her life seemed like, of her brother, it made him jealous then. He had entertained the idea of giving them back to her, before he started to gift her the other items. But, what if that brought back her fighting spirit? Her rebellious nature? Or the sadness and loss of her old life? He didn’t want that. Her life was with him now. She was happy. She was laughing.
Thomas leaned in and gave her cheek a kiss. She smiled and patted his arm.
“I’m going to nap,” she muttered and turned her back to him.
Staring at her back, he smiled. She was happy with him and he was happy with her. He needed to show her. And not just with sex. He needed to do something else.
He walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him. She mentioned wanting to go somewhere. He rarely left the house, there was no need. But now, he wanted to. Take her somewhere new just to see her reaction. Just the two of them. But where? An idea formed in his head. Oh yes, he rather liked his idea. A surprise, a pleasant one. He couldn’t wait to see how she’d react.
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