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Dangerous	By : FlameWolf666 Category: G through L > House of 1000 Corpses Views: 7010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING!!: Severe Psychological Torture! Forced Murder! Forced Cannibalism! Desecration of Dead Bodies! Necrophilia! Knife Play! Blood Play! Brutal, Graphic Rape! Minor2! More Extreme Parts Marked With **

Author's Note: The name of this night takes on a whole different meaning. Minor time skip of a couple days.

Chapter Twelve: Devil's Night

As soon as I woke up, I had been shoved out of Otis' room and told to help Baby and Mama; the killer in a rare mood today. Shrugging off the unusual amount of animosity from my violent lover, I made my way to the bedroom across the hall and knocked on the closed door. Within moments, it opened to reveal a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed blonde murderess. Inwardly disgusted by her early morning cheeriness, I told her what her brother wanted us to do; following behind her as she flounced her way down the hall. On the way we passed by Hugo's room, the old man giving me a glower before he slammed his door shut. An action that only made my ire rise.
The memory of what he had done or tried to was still far too fresh in my mind and I shot a heated glare at the closed entry on my way by, something that wasn't lost on the flaxen haired beauty walking to my right and slightly ahead of me. “Did somethin' happen? Otis has been givin' Grandpa th'stink eye fer a while,” she asked, staring back at the door as we continued on our way.
“Yeah, Hugo decided I had quite outlived my welcome and decided to rid the family of my presence,” I sighed, fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of my nose as we reached the stairs. The younger female halted in her tracks at my words, causing me to stop too as I turned to see what the problem was.
“He tried t'kill ya?” gasped the slightly taller female, looking utterly shocked by this revelation.
“Yeah, happened a few days ago. He took me out to one of the sheds with the intention of cutting my unborn child out of my belly,” I replied, not too shocked when her awe and confusion grew.
In her experience with Otis, he had never let a threat to any of his family live for very long; not even family members themselves. Especially not them. If a family member betrayed family, it would be even harder to get rid of them; depending on just how much emotion other members held for them. That was one of the reasons new members were few and far between. Not very many people made it past the rigorous 'screening process'. “And he let him live?” breathed the astonished woman in front of me, the look on her face nearly making me laugh despite the seriousness of the conversation.
“Its a very long story and not one I feel particularly like sharing. At least not without Otis around,” I sighed, turning to continue our journey to the kitchen. Baby followed close behind, still seeming a bit shell-shocked. In fact, she couldn't seem to take her eyes off me; making me feel slightly disconcerted until we reached the bottom of the stairs.
We walked past the dining room and straight to the kitchen, the sight that greeted me making a cold wash of horrifying realization wash through me. There were several pumpkins set up for carving and Mama was busy making what looked like a roast for dinner, a humming coming from the bustling woman as she stirred a pot of potatoes that sat on the stove. Fake bats hung on strings from the ceiling and the stuffed corpse of a black cat stood with its back arched on a near-by table, its dead, green eyes seeming to glare at me as we entered the room. The larger set, older female whirled to face us before we got close, a smile on her bright pink lips. “Well hai thar! You two 'r' jest in time t'help set up th'decorations!” she chirped, her excited words making fear skitter up my spine with sharp claws.
“Is it Devil's Night already?” I found myself asking, the question feeling stupid given all the evidence that was laid out before me. Whether it was due to trauma or just not wanting to deal with the reality of what was coming, I had forgotten just how close it was.
“Indeed 'tis mah dear child! Would y'all be a lamb and fetch that dear lil 'Red' from th'cellar. Have R.J. and Tiny help bring up a second one of yer choice,” she requested, a strange sparkle in her hazel eyes. Swallowing nervously, I nodded before heading out into the side yard first. The hulking, bearskin wearing man was bound to be out there.
All too soon, I found myself in the large basement; motioning for the broken 'Red' to head upstairs while R.J. had Tiny wrangle one of the brunettes that had recently been captured. The placid redhead did as she was told without complaint, her weakened sister watching from a corner of the cage. I followed behind, knowing I wouldn't be much help getting the screaming, struggling teen I had chosen up the stairs. Once there, I was greeted with the sight of Mama and Baby tying up Otis' pet with thick, rough ropes. The matriarch saw me arrive and grinned again, joyful malice shimmering in her eyes. “Now would ya go git Otis? I know he's in a foul mood t'day but he'll want t'be present fer this. Jest tell him 'Red' is ready,” she requested, gesturing to the passage through the dining room with a pink nailed hand.
I could only comply, my stomach churning from the anticipation of what was going to happen. Thousands of possibilities flooded my mind at once as I walked, none of them good. I was so distracted by my horrible imaginings that I didn't even notice that I had reached Otis' door before I had mechanically reached up and knocked on the hard wood. I came back to reality just as the door whipped open to reveal my extremely perturbed looking companion. A sneer graced his pale, bearded face and his icy eyes spat sheer fury as he loomed over me. “R-red is ready,” I stammered, an unconscious hand coming to rest on the swell of my belly. The baby that rested there kicked my hand, almost as if in reassurance. This brought a chilling grin to the wraith's pasty visage, showing off his almost brown teeth and making me shudder subconsciously. Then he was grabbing my upper arm and leading me back downstairs, everything within me screaming that I didn't want to see what was to come.
All too soon, I found myself in the dining room; blinking at the unusual scene that greeted me. Red was bound from head to toe, sitting at the head of the table with her normal empty expression. The teen I had chosen was being held in a standing position right beside her by Mama and Baby, the younger female holding a knife to the cheerleader's throat. “Good, now yer gonna see a treat. This here is a Devil's Night tradition fer th'Firefly family,” rasped the man to my left, his large hands coming up to rest briefly on my shoulders before he was moving forward; a purely evil smirk curling his lips. Doing my best not to shudder, I followed close behind; my stomach busily turning and doing flips as I watched him head straight to the brunette.
The cruel man took the weapon from his sister, stopping to give her a heated kiss that pricked at the jealousy hidden deep within me. His eyes fixed on me as he pulled away, telling me he knew exactly what he was doing. Then he was taking the blade from her, moving the sobbing child's hair away from her neck with an almost tender motion. Keeping his gaze fixed on me, he bit her neck sharply as he grabbed her right arm. As I watched, he forced the knife into her hand before closing his own over it. The brown haired teen only sobbed and hiccuped, thick tears rolling down her cheek as her entire body began to shake. Otis released a low growl as he pressed himself against her, forcing her shaking hand to move to 'Red's' stomach. The younger female only continued to look forward, not even flinching when her captor forced the other teen to slit the front of her shirt open.
**The complete lack of emotion from the bound child chilled my blood and I felt a deep nausea fill me as I realized the monster I loved had completely broken her. This child who was barely starting to become a woman could care less if she lived or died. With the way things looked, she was going to die horribly. As I watched, Otis forced the brunette's hand ever lower until the sharp blade was resting on his favorite pet's stomach. Then he was forcing the teen to gut the bound child, ignoring the gagging noises coming from both of them to watch my reaction as 'Red's' intestines popped free of the slit in her abdomen. Not even then did the teen scream, silent tears rolling down her pallid cheeks as she began to cough up blood.
I could feel my gorge begin to rise as the world almost seemed to pull away. Only biting my own cheek brought me sharply back to reality and I forced myself to move closer to the gruesome scene. The poor girl that was being forced to commit this act was making deep, meaty, urping noises as she heaved, thick ropes of saliva leaving her mouth as she leaned slightly forward. My psychopathic lover only cackled in dark enjoyment before forcing the shaking cheerleader's hand into the steaming pile of guts that had spilled out of the still living girl. Red didn't so much as flinch, her dead eyes watching the ceiling as blood poured from both her wound and mouth. The traumatized child, however, let out an ululating screamed that echoed off the walls; her entire body shaking from horror as her hand was forced to pull out a loop of intestine. Then he was making her hang the length of innard on the wall, motioning me to grab some as well while Mama handed him a roll of duct tape.
Fighting the nausea that tickled the back of my throat, I locked eyes with a gurgling Red; seeing nothing but a hollow puppet as I grabbed my own loop. Soon Mama and Baby were joining in, singing homemade Halloween songs as they strung up the ghoulish decorations. The bound child had died at some point from pain, shock and blood loss, never so much as uttering a whimper; a fact that disturbed me deeply. That could have very easily been me that had been broken and turned into a pet, only to end up as decorations for the house. Suddenly a much more distressed scream came from the female Otis was holding on to, making me whirl around to see a scene that made time almost freeze.**
The rail thin ghoul had the blood covered knife he was forcing her to hold held up to her neck, his blue eyes glittering with malice as well as enjoyment as he kept his eyes locked on me. Breathless, hysterical pleas escaped from the child's stomach bile coated lips as she shuddered and tried to pull away. He only cackled, the sound crawling somewhere into the marrow of my bones and making me begin to shake uncontrollably. I had seen him let go before but never to this extent. It was like watching… well, like watching a man who truly enjoyed every moment of what he was doing. A man who wanted nothing more than me to participate with him, a notion that nearly made my shaky control over my stomach go flying out the window. Yet, despite my extreme distaste for what he wanted me to do, I moved forward; pressing myself against the sobbing sixteen year old.
His normally cold gaze lit up with something that could almost be called love, then he was cutting a shallow wound in the teen's neck; allowing crimson blood to bubble from the small injury. Letting loose a noise that vibrated through my entire body, the wraith lapped up the tiny trail as the poor girl he held shook like a trapped rabbit. Her eyes were wide and terrified, tears tracking down her face as her developing breasts heaved. “Please, please! Y-you know this is wrong! I can see it all over your face! D-don't just sit back and let him do this to me or my friends! Please! L-let us go a-and no one has to know anything!” she gasped out, snot dribbling from her nose as her horror grew. The beast restraining her ignored her words, giving me a silent command with his eyes as he sucked on the incision he had made.
**I tried to shrug off her words as well, shoving away the burning guilt I felt as I reached forward to rip her shirt open. Then I was moving to her jeans, reality feeling so very far away as I watched as a pair of hands that couldn't possibly be mine unbuttoned them and shoved them down her thighs. “Gewd girl,” rasped the thick accent of the beast whose child rested in my womb. It was then I came to the realization that this was only the tip of the iceberg, that this shit I was doing was fairly light compared to what we were going to end up doing to these poor people on Halloween. The movies I had seen had certainly touched on this family's depravity but it had failed on grasping the entire scope of it. Only the sharp scream of the teen as Otis entered her from behind snapped me back to current events.
He had her bent forward slightly, his manhood impaling her as he ground his rotting teeth together. A vein bulged in his neck as the young woman began to dry heave, her thighs shaking as blood from her vagina pattered onto the wood of the floor. Then he was moving, the breathy scream of the struggling girl like nails clawing my very soul. It was in that moment that I became aware of the fact that I was well and truly damned, my feet dragging me forward against my will to help him violate this poor adolescent. My hands reached up mechanically to play with her breasts while I leaned over her to give Otis a kiss. An action that drew a noise of approval from him before he was pushing me away. Then he was huffing through his nose as he slammed into the brunette, biting the base of her neck hard enough to draw blood as she fainted.**
Pulling out of her limp body with a snarl, the ghoul simply dropped her body to the floor like she was so much trash. Stepping over her like she was a pile of dog shit, the wraith grabbed 'Red's' corpse and slung it over his shoulder before going back upstairs. I could only stare after him, R.J. coming from dark corner of the kitchen to grab the unconscious victim and take her back to the basement. This left me alone with Baby and Mama, wondering if I was supposed to follow the ghastly man or if I was supposed to stay down here with the two women. If I went up there now, I would no doubt be forced to participate in God knows what with the fresh remains of the unbalanced male's pet. Yet, being down here boded no better from what I had seen so far. All in all, I would much rather go up to Otis' room. At least I knew what was likely in store for me up there.
Rubbing my mostly bare arms, I looked to the smiling matriarch for an answer. Instead of giving me one, the older woman simply cooed and waved at the crest of my stomach before dragging her daughter into the kitchen. It seemed like I was being left to decide what to do, a notion that truly scared me. Looking up on the dripping entrails hanging from the walls near the ceiling like twisted garland and grimaced, whichever I chose I was sure to lose in the end. All at once I was filled with the urge to just run, run and never stop until I found a way to get back to my world. This child I carried didn't need to be brought into this family, I didn't need to be here! Surely I wasn't insane enough to feel any kind of real love for them.
Closing my eyes and shaking myself slightly, I bit my lower lip and decided to go upstairs instead of giving into what was a very reasonable urge. As traumatizing, warping and just how sickening my entire experience had been, my heart had lurched at the thought of leaving. Also, there was the nice little fact that I was pretty much trapped. If I hadn't been before, I certainly was now. Before I had gotten pregnant, there had been a slim chance of the family and Otis calling off a search for me if I ran far enough fast enough. Now he wouldn't stop until he was dead or he had found me. I belonged to him but I was much more than a victim or a toy to him, that much was painfully obvious. Yet I had no worldly idea just what he considered this relationship. Or even if I could call what I had with him that. Ever since I had come here, everything had been beyond fucked up and I had no clue what to expect anymore.
Rubbing the decently sized bump of my stomach, I looked up at the warped, abused door that led to the murderer's room. The noises I heard coming from the inside didn't encourage me but I raised my hand to knock anyway. My only answer was a barely discernible growl for me to open the door, something that didn't really help my confidence in the situation. Still, I had knocked and Otis would be pissed for interrupting him for no reason if he was doing what I think he was. So, bracing myself for the worst, I opened the door slowly. Of all the things I had expected to be going on, what greeted my eyes wasn't one of them. It was so surreal, I almost backed out of the room to just go back downstairs where things were more sane.
Otis, a man I had only seen exude hatred, violence and a dark lust, had Red laid out on the bed we shared; her face lifted to his so he could nuzzle her blood caked cheeks. There weren't any tears but he was obviously distraught, his eyes closed as his mouth bowed downward. Blinking, I came slowly into the small room and shut the door behind me. The wraith tensed at the sudden noise, turning his head to see if it was just me. As soon as he saw it was, he relaxed and slowly lowered the body that had been a living girl only moments before to the mattress. Then he was silently motioning me to come to him, his miserable expression tugged at my heartstrings despite how strange it was. So, bracing myself for anything, I moved toward him and wrapped my arms around him; leaning my head into his bony chest as I gave him a hug.
This simple act of affection caused the psychopath man to go board stiff, his hands twitching by his sides as he seemed to try to decide what to do. For some reason this amused me and made me sad at the same time. Everyone here, even Baby and Mama, were afraid of him; a fact I couldn't really fault them for. As a result, he probably experienced true affection very rarely. He was more used to a quick fuck and roughness than any kind of love. This was more than likely the first time he had been hugged in a very long time. After a few moments, I began to back away for his sake; just in case the abnormal contact was making him uncomfortable. He had different ideas, his arms slowly coming up to rest on my upper back as he gradually relaxed. For a few moments, everything that had happened faded away. For a few moments, it almost felt like we were a normal couple.
He even rested a surprisingly warm, beard covered cheek against mine, sighing softly as he too seemed to lose himself in the moment. Then, with no warning, he was pushing me away from him; a strange expression on his gaunt visage. A frown lightly crinkled his pasty brow and his stubble surrounded lips pursed as his hands moved up to grasp my shoulders. Bony fingers twitched on my skin as he appeared to struggle with himself, an irritated sough huffing out of his nose. “She was one of th'good ones. There are so few that break in th'correct manner. Th'best honor we coulda given her was what we did jest now. Still, I will miss th'lil thang,” he rumbled, showing as much sorrow as someone would for a beloved dog.
**Grabbing my hand, he pulled me with shocking gentleness toward the bed. Then he was gesturing to her body, his normal glare a bit softer than usual. Red looked peaceful, her eyes closed and her face relaxed. The only problems with her were her pale skin, slightly blue rings around her eyes and the cruel looking slit in her belly. Her stomach also sagged inward from the lack of her intestines, giving her the odd appearance of an empty bag. Still, she had a strange beauty to her even in death. “She was a good lil whore. One of th'best I've ever had th'pleasure of breakin',” he reiterated in my ear before he was prowling around to the foot of the bed. Keeping his eyes on me, he crawled on top of the stiffening body. The he was taking one of her nipples into his mouth, releasing a gruff noise as he suckled.
Just watching this filled me with a sense of unease unlike any I had ever felt. It was like he was getting off to me watching him violate a corpse. Needless to say, my discomfort with the situation was growing by the second. I began to wonder if I should just leave him to it and help Mama with Heaven only knew what downstairs. Seeming to sense this, the wraith shot out one of his hands to grab my wrist in a tight grip; the look in his eyes telling me everything I needed to know. I wasn't about to leave until he told me to. He wanted me to watch this and I found myself with little choice but to comply. So, with a strained smile, I gave him a nod and settled in for a show I truly didn't want.
The beast gave me a grin before going back to what he had been doing, rubbing his growing erection along the dead body's thigh. Shuddering internally, I found myself wondering if he hadn't cum when he had violated the teen earlier. Either that or he had some legendary sex drive, something that wouldn't surprise me at this rate. “Come here,” came a snarled order, drawing me out of those thoughts and back to reality. Meeting Otis' eyes, I moved closer; watching with a dim feeling of horror as he began to enter the cut in the body's abdomen.
“Hold down her gullet,” he demanded, fumbling with his tight jeans to pull them down. I complied with a silent nod, afraid I would vomit if I opened my mouth.
The ghoul gave me a smile that looked almost genuine, reaching up to cup my cheek before his lips met mine in a faintly tender kiss. Then he began to thrust into what was left of her guts, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he moved and nearly making me gag. The rancid taste of his breath was only accentuated by his gruesome action but I managed to control my urge to vomit by sheer will. “Ya keep surprising me with yer actions and I don't normally like surprises. Gotta say ya changed my opinion. Yer such an odd one, I still don't know jest what t'make of ya,” he sighed as he moved his hips almost lazily. Then a low growl that sounded almost like a moan escaped him and very nearly caused me to jump back from simple shock.
He had never sounded so vulnerable before and I found myself sacred of the consequences that could come from me hearing this utterance. To my further astonishment, he merely cupped my face as he continued to make out with me; making another noise similar to earlier. Then he was breaking the kiss, panting lightly as he rested his sweaty forehead against mine; his thin hips still moving slowly and causing a strange squishing noise to fill the room. Realizing this was him basically fucking her entrails, I inwardly shuddered but leaned back into him; knowing he was close. “Ahhhh fucck,” he gasped, going stiff for a moment before all of his weight sagged onto me.
Heavy, gruff breaths blew out of him as he tried to regain his strength, his head still resting against mine as his hands came up to my shoulders to help steady himself. “Ffffuuuuck,” he groaned again, a bit more anger tinging his tone as he slowly straightened to pull out of the body he had violated.** Pulling up his jeans, he swept a hand through his almost white hair as his hatred filled eyes locked on me.
“Go on back down t'help Mama and Baby now,” he whispered, a strange emotion glittering in his icy orbs as he stood in place and glowered at me. I didn't have to be told twice, nodding before I sprinted out of the room. Just before I left, however, I heard him mutter something to himself.
“What th'fuck are ya gettin' yerself into here Otis…,” was the nearly silent whisper I heard just as the door clicked shut.
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