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Dangerous	By : FlameWolf666 Category: G through L > House of 1000 Corpses Views: 7010 -:- 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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WARNING!!: Breath Play! Knifeplay!

Author's Note: And all too soon, we find ourselves on that fateful night… Will be loyal to scenes in the movie but things will be quite a bit different. Sorry for delays once again. Sprained my wrist and that's made it hard to write. Also, kinda awesome this unintentionally takes place in the 13^th chapter.

Chapter Thirteen: All Hallow's Eve (Part 1)

I shot awake, a scream trapped behind my teeth as the last of my nightmare faded. My heart pattered in my chest while my unborn child turned in my womb, making me place my hand on the taut dome in an instinctual effort to calm it. Beside me, the wraith that was the cause of all of this rustled around for a moment before sitting up behind me to take me into a loose hold. “Shhhhh, yer safe. We all are. Try t'go back t'sleep,” murmured a gruff voice in my ear, firm hands forcing me to lay back. Whimpering, I blindly turned to my bed mate for comfort; forgetting for the moment where I was and who I was with.
Needless to say, the ghoul went board stiff; a chuff of surprise leaving him as his arms wrapped around me almost mechanically. After a few seconds, the tension gradually leaked from his thin body and he simply sighed as he began to soothe me awkwardly. It was needless to say he was much more used to torture than offering any kind of comfort. So, when I came back to myself, I immediately tried to pull away; apologizing for my subconscious actions. “Jest, shut th'fuck up,” he rasped, barely visible blue eyes glaring at me through the darkness as his arms tightened around me. Blinking, I licked my lips as I settled against him. Silence followed, only the sound of our breathing audible as the smell of him fills my nose. Underneath the body odor, he smelled of blood and something pleasantly musky; making me long to nuzzle into him despite the fact I knew he wouldn't appreciate the action the least bit.
The next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake rather roughly by the same person who had so tenderly lulled me to sleep the previous night. Instead of any expression of affection, there was only his usual mask of anger. Then he was shoving a bowl of soup into my hands, his stubble covered upper lip pulled into a sneer of disdain as he paced back and forth. Sighing and knowing he would eventually tell me what was bothering him, I merely began to eat; grateful for the fact that I was long since past the days of morning sickness. “Does anything happen today?” snarled my companion, reminding me what today was as well as just why I was here in the first place.
“No, at least I don't think so. A few things have happened that didn't in the movies but I doubt a huge deviation in events is going to happen,” I replied, what appetite I had disappearing and causing me to place the half empty bowl of soup on the nightstand.
What happened next happened very quickly. One moment Otis was a couple feet away from me and the next he was over me, his weight pressing me down into the rickety mattress below us as he leaned down close to me. His hunting knife was ready in his hand and his icy eyes watched me closely as he placed the tip against the collar of the black t-shirt I wore. “Otis, this is a new shirt,” I sighed in playful exasperation, a bit shocked at how comfortable I felt with this violent killer.
“I can steal ya another one,” he bit out dismissively, slicing the cotton material down the middle as if it were nothing.
Gasping, I arched into the blade as tingles of familiar arousal began to race through my bloodstream. Grinning, the beast above me applied just enough pressure to create the shallowest cut. Then his mouth was covering it, greedy sounds escaping him as his tongue played with the ragged edges of the fresh abrasion. While he was doing that, his hands drifted to the swell of my gravid belly; a snarl bubbling out of him when our child kicked him enthusiastically. This caused the murderer above me to descend into a frenzy, his hands tearing my clothing from my body before one was wrapping loosely around my throat. Icy, hate filled eyes met my hazel ones as he began to squeeze, his semi-hard erection filling me at the same time. I could only swallow, strangely calm despite him slowly cutting off my air supply. “Take a deep breath while ya can babe,” he advised in a throaty hiss, allowing me just enough time to snatch a lungful of air before he was squeezing my airway off entirely.
Then he was moving, every stroke of him inside me only intensified by the feeling of being strangled. In my wildest dreams I would have never thought myself capable of enjoying anything like this, would have even found the idea of my partner wanting to do it quite disturbing. Now I was finding myself more turned on by the action, not daring to moan because it would waste precious air but knowing I wouldn't be able to help it. Sure enough, he hit something deep within me that drew a sweet groan from my lips and using up a bit of the air I had trapped in my lungs. “Ah fuck, ya don't even fight me on this. It would be an easy thing t' kill ya right now, either accidentally or intentionally. The fact that yer letting me do this with no fuss at all…,” hissed the violent male, his hips jolting erratically as he grew closer and closer to his finish.
I could only gurgle, my lungs beginning to burn as the oxygen I held began to deplete. Yet this didn't scare me as much as it should have, only served to turn me on further; my vision dimming as I felt myself begin to peak. Just as my lungs were reaching the point of being unable to take anymore, my throat was released; allowing a rush of sweet air just as I orgasmed. My back arched and a cry of his name left my lips, vaguely aware of the feeling of him spilling hotly within me. As my vision cleared, I became conscious of the fact that Otis was still hilted deep within me and he was panting heavily as he braced himself above me. A strange expression was on his grizzled face, his flaxen hair hanging in his eyes as a muscle ticked slightly in his left cheek. Blinking, I tried to assess just what was going through his head.
He seemed almost confused, his brow furrowed as his lips pursed and his nostrils flared. Then he was pulling himself from me, still surprisingly hard despite just spilling his load. As he backed off my prone form, his blazing orbs moved to my taut, round stomach and lingered there. Next thing I knew, he was yanking me to my feet; spinning me to face away from him before steering me to the nearest wall. Without prompting, I placed my hands on the flaking, rotting paint; leaning my hips toward him as he smoothed callused palms down my naked back. Releasing a low growl that sounded utterly possessive, the skinny killer placed himself against my entrance; pushing forward slowly and seeming to relish in the moan I let loose.
Then his entire energy seemed to shift to what I was more familiar with, his anger and hatred heating my skin as one of his hands came up to press my face against the wall I was braced on. Far too used to his antics by now to be offended or scared by this, I only made a submissive noise and relaxed; knowing this was what he wanted at the moment. The hoarse sound he made as he began to move only confirmed my suspicions, bright lights dancing behind my eyes as I closed them. The position he had me in made it so I could feel him hitting my cervix every surge, a sensation that was both painful and incredibly pleasurable. It wasn't too long before I was making guttural cries of his name, my voice growing louder and louder the more violent his movements became.
All too soon I felt myself explode again, jumping slightly when hands cradled my twitching belly. The child that slept there rolling and kicked due to the activity, seemingly unpleased with being jostled so much. Uncaring, the ghoul still inside me bit the nape of my neck hard enough to draw blood; making a gruff vocalization as he orgasmed. His hands twitched on my tight skin as he recovered, shaking himself as he disengaged his teeth from my flesh. Making another of those strange sounds from earlier, he laved his tongue over the weeping wound he had made before he was backing away from me entirely. This left me exposed to the cooler air and I shuddered, feeling his cum leak from me as I turned to face him. “Git dressed,” he ordered simply, going into the 'Prep Room' to presumably work on one of his projects.
Sighing, I got dressed before staring at the room he had disappeared into. It had been a few months since I had seen him work on anything besides torturing women, a fact that went right in line with the time-line the movies had presented. Grimacing, I decided to take a shower before coming back. As strange as it was, I saw Otis' room as a safe place; a lot of that having to do with the fact the family didn't come in here unless they were asked. The wraith, as unpredictable as he was, felt safer to be around than the others. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that I was around him the most. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if I was developing some sort of Stockholm's syndrome with everything I had been put through. Shaking my head to clear it, I looked up to find myself in front of the upstairs bathroom. Even if that was the case, I was in far too deep now to even begin digging my way out. For better or for worse, this was my new reality and that realization made me shudder.
A few minutes later, I was shutting off the shower; feeling a bit better than I had earlier. Blinking the water from my eyes, I pulled back the curtain only to bite back a scream as I jolted backward. There, right in front of me and with a strange grin on her face, was Baby. “Surprise!” she chirped, leaning towards me as her bright eyes moved to my belly. I could only stare, backing away instinctually as my arms came up to cover myself.
“What on Earth are you doing in here?” I bit out a tad more heatedly than I meant to, my heart hammering behind my ribs as I pressed back into the cool tile of the shower stall. I felt almost trapped and I wondered if I was about to have a similar encounter to the one I had with Hugo.
“I wanted ta see how mah sister and little niece are doin'. Hardly ever see ya after all. Does mah brother really have ya on that short of a leash?” she asked, smirking when she saw just how intimidated I was. Then she was backing off to give me room, her eyes glittering in a way that made my skin crawl.
“Not really. He's given me permission to come and go from his room as I please. I just don't feel much of a need to venture out,” I replied, keeping my eyes on her as I stepped out of the tub. Then I got dressed as quickly as I could, watching her every single second.
“Really? Huh, that's a bit of a surprise. Otis has never given any of his girls this much freedom,” she murmured in a confused but slightly sly tone, as if gauging my reaction to her words.
I only cocked my head to one side as I wondered just what she hoped to gain from telling me this. With everything I knew about Otis, I would be a fool to expect him to be loyal to me; even now. Surely she wasn't trying to make me feel jealous? Huffing in amusement at the thought, I rolled my hazel eyes before turning to the mirror to brush my teeth. Baby only stood in place, staring at me with what I could only call consternation. “Am I supposed to care I'm not the first woman in his life? Am I supposed to be upset that he rapes the victims and has even had sex with you since I came here?” I asked, looking at her reflection in the mirror before squeezing some toothpaste onto a toothbrush. The blonde went board stiff for a second, murder shining in her azure gaze. Then she began to laugh, the sound causing fear to race up my spine and wash over my flesh in a cold wave. It sounded like a mixture of a witch and a crazy person.
“Oh I can see why he likes ya s'much! Yer a funny one,” she giggled before coming up behind me to wrap her arms around my baby belly.
“Still, yer th'first he's allowed t'keep a pregnancy,” she whispered, a slightly bitter tone to her voice as her hand traveled under my blue shirt to spread over where my child was.
Terror froze me in place as I seemed to even stop breathing, not daring to move a muscle as her nails scratched lightly over my dome. “He's never let me keep any of ours yanno. Made sure I lost every one of them until I jest couldn't conceive anymore,” hissed the murderess, her breath hot on my neck as she pressed herself against me. Then she was letting me go, giving me a sour glare before her bubbly mask slammed back into place. Giving me a wave with her pink nailed fingers, the blonde turned on her heel and flounced out of the room; leaving me to nearly collapse as soon as she was gone.
My blood roared in my ears as I clung to the grimy sink to keep from sinking to my knees. All the strength in my legs had fled, leaving the limbs feeling a bit like useless jello. Tears filled my eyes and clogged my throat as hysteria began to quietly take over. Biting my lower lip to keep in a sob, I shut the door she had left open in her wake before going back to brushing my teeth. A task that was made much harder by my silent, fearful tears. No matter what Otis said, I was far from safe here. How long would it be for Mama, R.J. or even Tiny to take a crack at threatening me. Dropping the toothbrush into the sink with a clatter, I clutched the sides of the sink as I descended into quiet sobs; my entire body shaking as I wept out months of fear and stress.
A few hours later and I found myself downstairs with Mama and Baby, watching bad movies like nothing had ever happened between us. I was only down here because things were a bit dangerous upstairs. Otis was in an artistic slump, making him very irritable and likely to throw sharp things. A fact I had found out the hard way when I had gone back into the room after my crying spell. His hunting knife very narrowly missed my head, telling me very clearly that my presence wasn't desired. So, with a small sigh, I held out my hand for more popcorn as 'The Brain that Wouldn't Die' played on the back and white T.V. in front of us. Thankfully, Baby was backing to acting normal. Well, normal for her anyway.
A sudden, sharp ring from a hidden room under the stairs startled all of us, Mama letting out a small scream before she realized what it was. I, on the other hand, was doing my damnedest to seem nonchalant and uncaring about what was going on. On the inside, I began to panic. This was all happening so fast, it was hard for me to tell which way was up or down. Still, all I could do was hold on tight and hope that everything went according to plan. There was a very real possibility that I couldn't change the course of fate. That everything I had been through would be for naught. That my child may never get the opportunity to be born. Just thinking about only heightened my anxiety and I bit the inside of my cheek hard to bring myself back to the here and now. I couldn't afford to lose myself to hysteric when things were reaching a critical juncture.
As I began to focus on the things around me again, I was vaguely aware of Mama's hushed voice. She was more than likely speaking to Spaulding right now, learning where the poor people were and where they were heading. Sure enough, she was sticking her head out of the hidden room to eye Baby. “Go and git R.J. and head up th'ol road. We're 'bout t' have some comp'ny,” she purred, her blue eyes shining with evil delight before she hung up and closed the wall; making it seem like there had never been an opening at all. Her daughter only clapped enthusiastically before flouncing off to do as she was asked. I only sat there, watching the proceedings as dread and anticipation began to curdle my belly.
“Now Raven, would you be a dear and mix some special cocoa for our dear guests? I have the ingredients and recipe all set up fer ya,” cooed the older female as her focus shifted to me, her pink lips spread in a sickening smile. I could only nod, inwardly shuddering as I awkwardly got to my feet.
It wasn't too long before I found myself in front of the stove, stirring some drugged cocoa as I heard a truck engine roar to life outside. Mama hummed happily behind me, peering over my shoulder to observe what I was doing. “That's lookin' gewd hunny! Did ya add th'amount of sleeping medication I wrote on th'recipe?” she asked, eyeing the tasty looking beverage as it cooked. I nodded, handing her the empty box of pills. She only kissed my forehead before bending down to make baby noises at my belly. Thankfully this didn't last long, the sound of voices approaching the door drawing her attention elsewhere.
“Go on upstairs and wait with Otis. We don't need too many people down here right now,” she hissed, fluttering her hands at me as I removed the cocoa from the burner.
Nodding but not too enthusiastic about being back up there, I hurried out of the kitchen and up the stairs just as a knock came from the front door. Shuddering as I heard Mama's all too familiar greeting to who could only be Bill Hudley. The most horrifying thing was this group of four seemed nice enough. I could have gotten along with Bill or Jerry quite easily. Their girlfriends were another matter but they still didn't deserve to die. Or anything that was about to happen really. By the end of tomorrow, only Bill and Mary Knowles would be dead. The other two would be given to Dr. Satan, a horrifying man held together by pneumatic machines and who worked on Ruggsville's mentally insane. He did terrible experiments on these people who had been thrown out by society to live in underground tunnels under the farm the family lived on. I had no clue how they had gotten there to begin with but, from what I had seen from the movies, they had been there long before the family had taken up residence on the land. The Fireflys just seemed to be twisted caretakers of sorts, providing the doctor with new victims after every Halloween.
Just thinking about it made me shudder, remembering the man the doctor kept as a lap dog. A man who used to be Mama's husband before he tried to burn the entire clan's house to the ground. It had happened before Otis had moved in and before Baby had been born. It had more than likely been R.J. who had stopped the rampage and subdued the man who had discovered his wife's secret dark side. It wouldn't have been long after that Mama met Spaulding and got pregnant with Baby, another thing that made me shudder to think about. Just thinking about those two knocking together was almost enough to make me vomit. Shaking my head to clear it of the unwanted vision, I looked up at the closed door in front of me.
I was probably one of the only outsiders that knew the truth about the man in there. He wasn't related to these people by blood. When and how he had come here, I had no idea but it was clear by looking at him that he didn't share the same genes. Still, now was not the time to think of such things. Especially when I could hear Bill's voice from downstairs as he was led into the living room. So, taking a deep breath and bracing for anything, I knocked on the door. I wasn't too surprised when it swung open violently, revealing a very angry Otis. “R.J. should be towing the car in any minute now. Mama will want us for supper,” I stated, sounding as if we were expecting normal company. Giving a curt nod, he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the room, revealing the fact that he had held onto Red's body.
The corpse was slightly bloated and some of the skin had turned black where the blood had pooled in her limbs. Said limbs were splayed and stiff, her fingers curling toward her palms as her clouding eyes stared up at the ceiling. Even in October, Texas was hot during the day and had sped up her decomposition. In fact, the sickly sweet smell of turning meat permeated the air faintly and made my stomach lurch. To make the entire scene even more ghoulish, he had taken the time to dress her in a red dress and had even painstakingly painted her nails. “Couldn't allow my favorite pet to miss out on the coming festivities,” he rasped, answering a question I wasn't even close to wanting to ask.
“She looks beautiful,” I found myself whispering despite the nausea and slight disquiet filling me. Of all the things I had seen this man do, this was the most creepy. It spoke of someone very deeply insane, someone much more insane than I had ever anticipated.
“Glad ya think so. Baby helped fix her up last night while you were out,” he murmured, coming up behind me to place his hands on my shoulders.
As his rough hands moved slowly up and down my upper arms, I found myself seeing my body in the same position. It honestly wouldn't have taken much, just a few circumstances that were different and it would be my entrails that had been used as gruesome garland. Just remembering that made me shiver as I shook my head to get rid of the images. “Won't be long before Tiny comes t'git us fer dinner,” he snarled, one of his hands winding in my upper back length hair and yanking hard; forcing my head back so my eyes met his. With my head craned so far back it was hard to breathe or swallow but I didn't struggle, merely met his gaze steadily. He only sneered, the expression looking almost affectionate before his mouth was taking mine hard. At the same time his tongue was forcing its way into my mouth, a knock came from the door.
“Be down in a fucking minute! Go git Grandpa!” hollered the monster still holding my head back. Then he was releasing me to go into the 'Prep Room', coming out again holding a specimen jar I recognized from the first film.
In the slightly brownish formaldehyde floated what looked like a deformed fetus, it's face oddly split down the middle as if two heads had tried to merge into one. Its body was also lumpy and ill-formed, as it should have never progressed as far into the pregnancy as it had. What made it even worse was the knowledge that Mama cooed to it and called it her baby, acting like she had been the misbegotten thing's mother. “Let's go down there in style,” snarled the wraith, holding out his arm for mine. Blinking a bit in confusion at the oddly chivalrous action, I wound my arm in his; allowing him to lead me out of the room and down the hall. We just reached the foot of the stairs when I heard the unfortunate fools asking about Dr. Satan. “I know all about what you wanna know all about,” snarled the wraith as he walked into the room, the familiarity of the words he spoke nearly making me shiver.
All at once, the family and their 'guests' turned to face us; all wearing a strange looking homemade mask. “Jesus..,” hissed Bill, just as scared by Otis' sudden appearance as he was by how he looked. Otis sneered at the teens who were just entering into adulthood, letting go of me to prowl to the front of the table with the jar he held. As I watched the scene straight from the movie I loved so much play out before my eyes, I became aware of one of the girls staring at me; her eyes fixed on my large belly. Turning to raise an eyebrow at her; I saw it was Mary, the bespectacled Bill's girlfriend. She looked almost appalled by my condition, her eyes unconsciously traveling to the murderer as he circled around and took a seat by Mama as her lips made a disgusted moue. An action I found myself deeply offended by.
He may not look like much but he had kept me safe, had even cared for me in his own way. Who was she to judge who I chose to have a child with? So, with a sickly sweet smile to her, I took a seat right beside her; picking up the mask that sat on the plate. It was a strange facsimile of a fox, its features twisted and wrong. Still, I placed it on my face; giving the woman to my right another smile. She only jolted back from me, as if afraid of catching something from me; only further fueling my growing contempt. By the time Grandpa had called for his special Halloween show, I was about ready to kill the bitch myself and in the most painful way possible. Maybe the whole thing wouldn't be as traumatizing as I thought.
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