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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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- 2
- 3
WARNING!!!: Involves handling dead bodies, desecration of dead bodies, a dead animal and cannibalism.
Author's Note: This is NOT going to be a happy story. I will try to head the chapters with appropriate warnings but be aware this is going to be extremely dark. There will be gore, there will be murder, there will be some really rough subject matter. This is not the story for you if this bothers you.

Chapter Two: Into the Abyss
The door whipped open to reveal a pale wraith of a man that towered over me. He glared down at me, his stringy, greasy, shoulder length, almost white, blonde hair hung in his face. His icy blue eyes narrowed when he saw me. He wore a blood stained, white t-shirt that had an American flag on it with the words “Burn this flag” under it. His blood crusted jeans clung to his thin hips and he glared down at me. “Who t'hell are you?” he hissed angrily.
“I, erm... M-mama sent me up. I'm Raven,” I replied meekly, trying not to shake.
“Git yer ass in here then,” he snarled, moving enough to allow me admittance into his room. Knowing he wasn't very patient, I scampered into the room and tried not to tense when the door shut behind me and locked. Otis stalked around me, like a lion eyeing its perspective prey, before he stopped in front of me.
“Why the hell're ya here?” he growled, his face inches from mine. His breath was sour and smelled of something long dead. It took everything in me to not back away from the ghoul.
“I-I want to become a serial killer. I've always found them fascinating,” I responded, leaving out the lie I had told Mama. I knew it was suicide to mention Dr. Satan to Otis.
He sneered in response, showing his badly yellowed teeth. “How did ya find out 'bout me,” he hissed, unsheathing a huge, very sharp looking, hunting knife from a sheath on his left hip. My eyes widened at the sight of the knife and all my survival instincts screamed at me to run. That this had been an extremely stupid idea. Knowing my life was on the line, I chose my next words carefully.
“I had heard about you on the underground. All the people I talked to said you were the best. That your killings were more like artwork. I used Dr. Satan as a way to come to you as many said that was the only way to get to you,” I responded, hoping he wouldn't just slit my throat for the hell of it. His eyes narrowed again before he slid his knife back into its sheath.
“Prove it,” he ordered, glaring down at me.
“How?” I asked, only slightly relieved that the knife had disappeared.
Instead of answering, he led me into a room attached to his bedroom that was blocked off by a curtain. There was a huge, metal, medical table in the room and on it was something that almost made me vomit. Half of a man's torso sat on the table, his flesh had a gray pallor from being dead a long time. Any blood that had been there had long since been cleaned away. All the organs had been scooped out of his torso and he had been stuff with polyfil. It took every ounce of willpower I had to not vomit on the spot.
The monster glowered at me for a long time before going off into a curtained off section that was on the left wall of the room. Trying not to fidget, I looked around the room to get a better idea of where I was as well as where the nearest exit was. Not that it would do me much good with the bedroom door being locked. All the windows in the room were blocked off with a semi-transparent, black material, making the room very dark and hard to see in. It didn't help that the sun had set and night was setting in. Suddenly I realized I would be staying the night in a house full of insane, highly unpredictable people. I stomped down on my rising panic harshly, knowing that if I showed how afraid I was I would just end up as another victim.
A loud rattling broke my reverie and I jumped slightly when a bright light was suddenly switched on. The light looked like a silver bowl on its side and had a blindingly bright light bulb in it. It sat on the new medical table Otis had brought out which unfortunately hand something else on it. The thing sitting on the table almost made me recoil in horror. It was a headless body of a leopard that had all the organs scooped out and had been stuff with polyfil. Also on the table was an industrial needle and thread. A metal rod welded to a flat, metal platform and a bottle of heavy duty glue. Slowly it dawned on me what Otis wanted me to do and I bit my lower lip to prevent the scream that now clawed at the back of throat from coming out. There was no way I could make the ghoulish statue he wanted! I would go mad!
Suddenly aware of the feeling of being watched, I looked up to see the wraith glaring at me, his icy eyes blazing. The message in them was crystal clear. If I failed to do this, I would be subject to tortures none of his victims had even seen before. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I decided to deal with prepping the leopard body. Grabbing the metal rod, I grabbed the ultra super glue and squeezed a generous dollop onto the metal plat on the bottom. Then, trying hard not to grimace, I turned to the leopard body. 'At least any blood that had been there was long gone' I thought to myself as I shoved aside some of the polyfil to glue the rod to the skin of the carcass.
I pulled my hand out of the cavity as fast as I dared with Otis still watching me closely. Reluctantly, I turned to the other half of my 'project'. The man had been handsome in his life. He had short, brown hair and his green eyes stared at nothing. He had been rather lithe so he wouldn't be too heavy. Still, I had no desire to touch the dead flesh in front of me. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to grab a hold of the hollowed out torso. With a grunt of effort, I tried to lift the half body but simply found myself unable to budge it even a little bit.
Suddenly I felt hot breath on the nape of my neck as pale arms came around me. His hands rested over mine as he lifted the torso. Despite the horrible situation I was in, I couldn't help the small blush at his nearness as he helped me carry the torso to the other table. He stayed pressed close behind me, his sour breath huffing in my ear. Why was he so close? Why was he touching me and helping me lift it? Was that a boner I felt pressing into my butt? Horrified, I realized that the ghoul behind me was getting aroused by putting this morbid artwork together. Then I realized that my own body was responding back to him, to my further horror. What the fuck was wrong with me?!
Gripping my smaller hands in his, he helped lift the torso over the rod until the body rested on the leopard's chest. His hands left the torso to rest on my hips, moving up to cup my breasts. His breathing got more raspy as his ground his rock hard arousal into my jean covered ass. Suddenly he released me, watching me with burning eyes. “Finish it,” he hissed, the front of his jeans straining with his arousal. Shaking with fear as well as ashamed arousal, I gathered the thick, black thread and the huge needle. Trying desperately to get rid of the arousal I felt due to Otis, I threaded the needle.
Thankfully sewing the two dead bodies together was better than a cold shower. There was no way I wanted arousal to be associated with this situation. I wasn't the best seamstress either so fear and disgust slowly replaced the unwanted burning in my lions. My seams weren't straight at all and stood out like a sore thumb. All I could hope for was that Otis would accept something that was less than perfection. When I was finally done tying the final knot, I felt a lump of fear in my throat as I stepped away to examine my work.
It looked worse than Frankenstein's monster. The black thread was sewn in such a way that it was glaringly visible, the seems were crooked and bulged outward. I didn't dare look at Otis, instead keeping focused on the 'artwork' in front of me. Suddenly I felt him behind me, his hands wrapping in my black hair. Pulling hard enough to elicit tears, he pulled my head back until I was looking at him. My view of him was upside down due to the position of my head but I could see him clearly. He had an odd grin on his pale face as his blue eye glittered.
Suddenly he was pulling me into the bedroom by my hair, causing me to stumble in a effort to catch up. I made no move to resist or fight because I knew that would only make it worse. Next thing I knew I was being flung onto a grimy bed. My skin crawled at the contact with the greasy, crusty, dingy sheets that had probably never been washed. Then a light came on next to the bed making me squint. It was just a normal lamp but was still startling in the darkness. Then he was on top of me and all my worries about my smarting eyes were gone as I looked up at the murderer hovering over me. His lips were twisted in a weird sneer as he sat back on his haunches. His pale hands went to the button of his jeans as he began to remove them.
A hot flash shot through my body as I realized he was getting ready to have sex with me. Others may consider it rape as I had no desire to have sex at that moment but there was no way I was going to deny him. Also a small part of me, way back in my head, wanted him to take me, wanted to be dominated by him. I was ashamed of that small part, especially with everything that had happened so far. Any normal person would have just let him kill them by now. Anybody else would have been thoroughly disgusted and fighting by now and here I was letting him strip off my black jeans. Hell, I was even lifting my hips to help him get them off me.

He smiled, his approval of my compliance in his eyes as he slid his own jeans off. His arousal stood erect from a forest of pale pubes. It must have been eight inches in length at least and had a foreskin. He pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a pale, hairless chest. He was so thin you could see the outline of his ribs and hips under his taut, pale skin. Next he was trying to lift my shirt off so I sat up to help him remove the article of clothing. A growl of frustration left him when he saw my bra.
Next thing I knew he had his knife in his hand again, the dangerously sharp tip under the material of my bra. “D-don't! I can remove it,” I protested, clapping my hands over my mouth as the words left me. What was I doing?! Any defiance was sure to be a death wish! I was surprised when, instead of the knife at my throat I heard a rough chuckle.
“Ya won't be needin' it,” he hissed, his burning eyes daring me to challenge him as he moved the razor sharp edge up under the material. My heart dropped at his words. This was the first time it hit me that I would never be able to go home again. It wasn't just the fact that the place I was didn't exist, it was also the fact that even if I could get back to my own reality, Otis wouldn't let me go. I belonged to him now. The sound of ripping fabric broke into my thoughts, bringing me back to the situation at hand. The now useless bra was tossed into a pile of clothes near the end of the bed and suddenly his mouth was on my right breast, dragging a gasp from my lips.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw his pale hand place the knife on the nightstand. A cold chill of fear ran through me as I recognized it as a subtle warning. If I became less than compliant, the knife was within easy reach. He released my breast, grinning at me in a way that sent a chill down my spine. Using one leg to force my legs open, he settled between them and rested the tip of his erection against my slit.
Knowing that I was only slightly aroused, I relaxed myself as much as possible to mitigate any pain. He frown in displeasure as he rubbed his erection my semi-dry entrance. He made a hissing noise in his chest before spitting a wad of saliva and mucus into his hand. Locking his eyes with mine, he rubbed the mixture on his shaft before repositioning himself at her entrance. His eyes still burning into mine, he thrust forward, taking my virginity.
I couldn't help my body's reaction to the sudden pain. My back arched, my eyes filled with tears and I let out a quiet cry. Ignoring my pain, Otis kept thrusting slowly and closed his eyes in pleasure. Trying to ignore the burning in my groin, I closed my eyes and went limp. Thankfully he finished quickly, shooting his hot load into my womanhood. He pulled out slowly, getting off the bed and getting dressed.
Shakily I sat up, pulling my clothes from the clothes pile and putting them on. As I pulled on my shirt, Otis came extremely close to me, his pale eyes glaring. It was then that I noticed his odd facial hair. He had a long, scraggly, white-blonde beard on both of his cheeks. The growth stopped a couple inches from his mouth. There he had a weeks worth of stubble growing. His blue eyes burned into me for a few more moments before he backed off. “Go git yirself some dinner,” he growled, dismissing me with a wave of his hand.
At his words my stomach let out a loud roar, making me blush. Nodding in his general direction, I scampered towards the door just a little too fast to be casual. My heart racing in my chest, I reached toward the doorknob when I heard his voice again. “Jest come back when yir done,” he growled. I didn't have to turn around to know that he was glaring at me.
“Okay,” I replied as steadily as I could, before opening the door and leaving the room. I shut the door behind me, letting out a sigh of relief. A whistle of approval mad me jump out of my skin. Clutching my chest, I turned to see Baby staring at me from the doorway of her room. Her room was across the hall from Otis' and a bit further down the hall.
“He ain't never let one leave b'fore,” she stated, awe in her voice. Not knowing how to respond, I managed to smile at her before heading up the hall and towards the stairs.
I made my way to kitchen, giving the cluttered dining table a wide berth. As soon as I entered the room, Mama turned to me with surprise on her face. “Wh-well. Are you hungry ma dear?” she asked, her normal smile reappearing.
“Yes Mrs.. er, I mean, Mama,” I replied, smiling as best as I could. My stomach twisted in hunger at the mere suggestion of food.
“Well yer in luck! The roast I put in the ov'n is jest 'bout done,” she chirped, turning and putting on oven mitts.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked, doing my best to be polite.
“Now don't yew worry yir purty lil head. Go wait in t'dining room,” she replied, giving me a fond pat on the head.
Blinking in confusion at how friendly she was being, I went into the dining room and choose a chair near the middle of the table to sit on. Baby came flouncing down the stair just as I sat down, smiling at me with a knowing smile. She plopped down in a chair next to me, leaning on me and pulling me close with one arm while the wood of the chair protested. “Otis has got himself quite a nice tool, don't he,” she whispered in my ear, grinding against me lewdly. It took every ounce of self control I had to not recoil in horror. Then a hot blush colored my cheeks as the meaning of her words began to sink in.
Tiny came lumbering into the room while Baby was practically sitting on my lap. The giant's deformed head nearly brushed the ceiling as he lumbered towards a chair. The wooden floor creaked loudly as he plodded along. Slowly, he turned to stare at me, a too small mask resting over his scarred face. His deformed head bulged in weird ways and he waves a huge, half melted flipper of a hand at me. Swallowing the bile that came to my throat at the sight of this creature, I managed a smile and waved back.
Just then Mama came in, holding a giant, silver domed plate. With a smile, she set the huge platter down and turned to Tiny. Quickly, she scrawled something on the small notebook hanging around his neck. The huge creature took a moment to read it before lumbering off up the stairs. Then Mama removed the dome to reveal a really suspicious looking piece of meat. The smell from the mystery meat made me start to drool but I felt a twist of nausea as I began to ponder just what it was. This meat didn't look like any meat I had ever seen before.
A swearing old man with the same style of facial hair as Otis came stumbling downstairs as Mama began to hand out plates of meat and vegetables. The squat, barrel shaped man's blue eyes shot around wildly before he sat down. The overhead lights made the bald top of his head almost glow. Glaring at me lewdly, he grabbed his plate and began stuffing food into his mouth.
I looked down at the plate before me, grimacing inwardly. There was a good chance that this meat belonged to another human. Not quite daring to turn down the meal, I began to eat while fighting the urge to gag. The meat itself was quite pleasant, tasting like fatty pork. It was just the idea of possibly eating somebody that was giving me a hard time. Finally, I managed to choke down the grisly meal. “I have to get back,” I whispered apologetically, with a small smile.
“Oh that's okay darlin'! Do me a favor and bring Otis up some food. I don't expect he'll eat it but its worth a try,” Mama responded with a smile, holding out a plate of food for me to take with me.
Returning the smile as best as I could, I gingerly took the plate and went back upstairs. As I went I felt the old man's eyes on my ass. Just as I was passing out of ear shot I could swear I heard Baby hiss, “Don't even think about it Grandpa. She's Otis'.” That small statement sent a shiver of fear and excitement down my spine. Did him letting me roam free give me a status with the family? Pondering this question, I stood in front of Otis' door, hesitating a moment before knocking.
“Git yir ass in here!” the wraith snarled from the other side of the door. Swallowing my fear as well as trying to forget what I just ate so I wouldn't puke, I opened the door and entered the room.
As soon as I was in the room, Otis shut the door and locked it. Timidly, I offered him the plate of food. “Mama had me bring it for you,” I explained, trying to meet his burning eyes steadily. Otis looked down at the plate, a look of disgust on his face.
“I don't need it,” he growled, grabbing the plate from me and setting it on a dresser. His focus returned to me, examining me.
“You ate that?” he asked, watching me carefully.
“Yes,” I answered, meeting his gaze. Everything within me was screaming at me to puke, then run away. That the man in front of me was wildly insane. An odd gleam flickered through his eyes as he nodded and backed away.
“Ya c'n sleep here,” he stated, gesturing to a heap of old clothes beside the bed. The clothes were caked in blood and looked like they had been there for years. Disgust filled me at the sight of them as well as the fact that I was being treated as nothing more than a pet.
“Thank you,” I said, trying to sound as grateful as I could. Otis waved me off before going into the curtained off section of his room. Not being invited to do anything else, I decided to make myself comfortable in my makeshift nest. It reeked to high heaven making my already unsteady stomach lurch. Knowing it would be suicide to puke, I took several deep breaths to stop it from happening. Unfortunately that was a horrible idea considering where I was sitting.
My stomach lurched violently as I almost threw up. A bit of vomit even came into my mouth. Making a disgusted face, I forced myself to swallow the bitter substance. My stomach still heaving, I breathed through my mouth and laid down in the dirty clothing. Despite everything that had happened as well as where I currently was, I felt my eyelids becoming heavy as I started to drift off.
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