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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.

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WARNING!!: Gore. Mental Torture. Desecration of Dead Bodies. Extreme Dismemberment Post Death. More extreme bits marked with **

Author's Note: This fic was not easy to pick back up again but I promise it will be finished. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far, as horrible as some parts are going to be. Also, sorry for the delay. I caught Pneumonia and had to take some time to recover.

Chapter Five: Down Into Darkness

Rough shaking awoke me after what seemed like only a handful of hours, drawing a groan from my lips as I slowly came back to awareness. “Come on ya fuckin' bitch. Ya never ate and I ain't gonna let yer ass git sick. I ain't got time t'take care of yer useless hide,” snarled a raspy, mid-tone voice, bringing me back to reality with a harsh snap. In seconds I was on my feet despite not being awake enough to stand and I felt the world lurch forward almost sickly. My pale face would have had a rather unceremonious meeting with the scratched, dirty hardwood floor if Otis hadn't steadied me with a bruising grip on my upper right arm. Then he was dragging me behind him with an impatient look on his oddly bearded face.

As soon as the door opened, I was greeted to the sight of Baby standing off with 'Grandpa'; a frown on her young face. Behind her was one of the cheerleaders, her face painted like baby doll’s and her clothes matching the appearance. Even her strawberry blonde hair was done in ringlets, only adding to the illusion the blonde killer had been going for. “Ya listen here, ya give me that lil slut o' yers t'me fer some fun or Ah'm gonna…,” snarled the grizzled male

“Yer gonna what, Hugo?” Otis hissed in response, making the elderly killer nearly jump up to the ceiling. After his recent assault on me, seeing the expression of all out terror on the perv's wattled face was somewhat cathartic.

“O-otis, I er…,” he stammered before retreating into his room and slamming the door. The nearly albino murderer stared after him for a while before turning his angry gaze to the female that was his 'sister'.

“That ol' bitch hog is beginnin' t'ferget his place. Next time he does somethin' like that, ya tell me,” he hissed, his voice holding no room for argument before he shoved his way past the two with me in tow.

Before I knew it, we were downstairs and the wraith dragging me practically threw me into the kitchen; accidentally making me run into Mama Firefly. The pink robe wearing blonde started at the unmeaning shove, reaching for the knife drawer before she realized it was only me. “Sorry Mrs. Firefly,” I whispered rapidly, putting some distance between me and the older female. Thankfully she only gave me a bright smile before her blue gaze moved to Otis. As soon as she saw him behind me, her face lit up with joy and her pink nailed hands flew up to her slightly chubby face.

“Otis! Wai don' yew and yer lil' friend have some breakfast?” she chirped, looking as excited as a young child to see him downstairs.

The rail thin ghoul only rolled his ice blue eyes before grabbing my arm again and dragging me over to the kitchen table. Instead of protesting, I simply let it happen; knowing it would be a bad idea to struggle for my right to walk by myself. In a few short seconds, I found myself thrown into a chair; Otis sitting next to me with a sour expression on his bearded face. Moving a lock of my ebony hair out of my face, I decided to focus my gaze on the wood of the table. “What's yer damn name?” came an irritated sounding growl, nearly making me have a small heart attack. Turning my head, I saw the killer glowering at me as he waited for my answer.

“R-raven,” I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest as I met his angry orbs; not daring to look away. He only narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips before turning his gaze back to the front.

Taking that as my cue to shut up again, I returned my own gaze to the top of the table; the awkward silence making me feel a bit on edge. As we sat there, I found myself going over our small exchange in my head. As far as I knew, Otis had never asked any of his previous victims their name. Was the fact he had asked for mine a good thing? Before I could think anymore on the subject, a plate of scrambled eggs and suspicious sausage was placed in front of the both of us. Then Mama was taking a seat across from us, her cerulean gaze glittering as she stared at us. “Let's eat,” she declared before digging into her food.

I, on the other hand, could only eye the pile of sausages with an internal grimace. Given what I had already been fed once before, I had a pretty good idea what meat was used to make them. Feeling my stomach churn in protest, I took a fork in my hand and began to eat. The meat and eggs tasted good enough but I just couldn't get over the idea that I was once again probably eating another human. By some miracle though, I was able to finish the disturbing meal. Otis, on the other hand, refused to so much as touch his; seemingly content to watch me. Once I was done, the violent male was grabbing me yet again to pull me to my feet. “Thanks for breakfast,” I murmured to Mama just before I found myself being yanked back upstairs.

“Otis ya be a lil' nicer to thet young lady ya hear!” Mama called up from the bottom of the stairs just as we reached the top.

The wraith went stiff for a few seconds before releasing me slowly and continuing on his way to his room. Taking the cue, I followed close behind him; rubbing the spot on my arm that he had grabbed. On our way back, we brushed past Baby and her dazed looking, bound doll on their way to get their own food. The dressed up teen was so cowed that she didn't even look at us on our way past, acting like a living version of what she was costumed as. “Thanks fer earlier Otis! C'n I borrow yer new toy later t'day? I wanna go clothes shoppin' and I thought it would be fun to have anotha gal along,” the bubbly blonde chirped, her blue eyes fixing on her volatile 'brother'. He only sneered before giving a curt nod and continuing on his way, me right on his heels.

Within moments we were standing in front of his door as he swung it open and ushered me inside with a hand on the small of my back. “It seems one of our guests died from alla th'excitement last night. R.J. will be dragging her hide up here soon. I want yew t'take charge o' this one,” he growled out as soon as the door clicked closed, his steely eyes narrowed as his fixed me with a stern look. Just hearing that demand made a chill of fear wash through my body and it took all I had to maintain a neutral face.

“Come in the back with me and pick somethin' out t'do,” he hissed, gesturing with his hand as he went into the curtained off room beside the bedroom.

With how impatient I knew he was, I didn't dare hesitate. Straightening my borrowed, black shirt, I followed behind him; my heart pounding in my ears as my thoughts raced. I had only done something like this once before and that had been with stale, already cleaned bodies. Something told me that wouldn't be the case for the human part of things this time. Just the thought of gutting and draining a human body made sickening nausea fill my gullet, making me just barely able to hold down what I had eaten just minutes before. Swallowing thickly, I looked up to see Otis waiting for me by the 'art room', an impatient expression on his too pale face.

Gathering what inner gumption I had left, I walked into the art room to find myself surrounded by the myriad of statues once again. Doing my best not to shudder at the grisly displays, I closed my eyes for a few seconds to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness. When I opened them again, I found a certain monster standing right in front of me with a sour expression on his gaunt visage. “Are ya gonna be all fuckin' day about it?” he snapped, nearly making me jump back from him out of fear. Managing to shake my head in response through my fog of terror, I began to walk around the room; looking for any unused animal parts I could use for my… 'assignment'. After what seemed like an eternity, my eyes finally landed on the body of a rather large Great Dane.

The canine's body had long since been preserved and stuffed to be in an alert laying position. Every part of the white fur covered body looked almost alive with the exception of the missing head. For some reason, the carcass called out to me and I found myself wheeling it out into the other room, followed closely by the irritable murderer. As soon as we exited, R.J. was coming in; carting a dead body over his shoulder. From the looks of her, she was no older than the others and was stark naked; none of the family bothering to dress her corpse. “Put it on the floor. Did ya bring th'tarp?” snarled Otis, earning a nod from the bigger, bearded man. Then he was tossing a blue roll onto the ground before taking his leave, not so much as even looking in my direction the entire time.

“Alright. Git yer ass over here and learn somethin',” he snarled, kneeling beside the body and rolling out the thick blue material. Then he was lifting the pale corpse and placing it onto the tarp, pulling out his hunting knife as he motioned me to join him.

Doing my best to keep down my rising nausea by breathing slowly, I moved to kneel by his side. Seemingly displeased with this position, the violent killer yanked me to sit in front of him before placing his knife into my right hand. Then he was curling his own hand around the one holding the weapon, feeling like he was about to guide every movement of my hand until I learned to do whatever it was efficiently. “The first thing ya gotta do afore ya do anything is ya gotta prepare t'drain th'blood from th'body. We ain't doing that yet but I wanted t'give ya a demonstration of where yer gonna be cuttin'. First yer gonna need t'cut alla the main arteries so the blood will drain from the limbs. Next yer gonna wanna cut the throat t'git th'rest,” rasped his mid-tone voice in my ear as he guided the knife tip along the spots he was telling me about.

“First though, we gotta hang th'body upside down and put a large washtub under it t'catch th'blood. One drop gets spilled and th'whole place stinks t'high heaven fer months. The tarp will help catch what th' tub don't. Now go git th'metal tub from th'bathroom. It's across th'hall and a few doors down,” he ordered before getting to his feet and dragging me with him.

Then he was stomping into the art room once again, leaving me in the room alone. Snapping out of my daze, I went back into the bedroom and opened the door. Cautiously, I poked my dark haired head around the door jam to check the hallway. To my relief, it was utterly empty; only the dim sound of 'Grandpa's' TV filling the empty corridor. Gathering my scant courage, I skittered into the narrow passage; heading a couple doors down from Otis' room. Opening the entry I found myself in front of, I saw a tiny, very dirty bathroom. The tiny little cubby barely had enough room for the sink, toilet and claw-foot tub it held, let alone anyone that came in. Clicking the light switch a couple times and getting nothing, I resigned myself to searching the room in pitch blackness. Thankfully what I was looking for was in the mildew covered bathtub. Grabbing the metal item, I made my back to the wraith's room.

Once inside, I headed into what I now called the 'Prep Room.' As soon as I got in, it became apparent that the killer had been very busy while I was gone. The corpse I was going to be working on was now hanging upside down from the ceiling, tied to a metal hoop hanging from a bare rafter via a thick rope around her ankles. Under her dark haired head was spread the blue tarp and even though Otis wasn't in the room, I didn't need him to tell me where to put the tub. In fact, I set my burden down directly under her head and stepped back to wait for the ghoul to reappear. I didn't have to wait long, Otis coming out of the art room with various instruments to bleed and gut the corpse. Just seeing the tubing and bone saws in his arms made a cold chill of nausea rush through my body. “Gewd, ya already put th'tub in place. Start with her arms,” he suggested, tossing me his knife.

**By some miracle, I managed to catch it by it handle; looking up at my intended project. As hard as I tried, I couldn't see anything but the body of a teenager; a body I was going to have to desecrate. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I tried to focus on a certain part of my childhood. We lived in the middle of nowhere and my father liked to hunt deer for sport as well as meat. He once showed me how to dress a deer and this was really no different than that if I was honest with myself. Coming back to reality, I forced myself to see this girl as nothing but a deer I had to dress. To my utter shock, the corpse slowly morphed into said animal. Knowing I had no more time to lose, I got to work; breathing through my mouth to mitigate the scent of blood thick in the air.

Hours later and I was splattered with cooling gore as the last of the blood drained from the black haired female's neck. Tubes now decorated her legs to allow the blood in her limbs to fully drain and Otis was currently preparing one of his bone saws. Before I knew it, he was shoving the tip of the implement into her breastbone and hitting the handle hard; filling the room with a sickening crack as her ribs broke. Gritting his teeth, the thin but strong wraith shoved the sharp implement upward; the sound of bone slicing very nearly making me vomit. When he stepped back from his grisly task, he revealed he had split open the upper torso rather neatly. “Afore we git t'the rest of it, I want ya t'remove th'heart and lungs and place them in thet tub,” the blood coated monster ordered, pink streaking the white hair of his half beard. Nodding to show I heard but preferring to keep my mouth shut at the moment, I stepped forward to do as he asked.

Repeating myself that it was a deer over and over again, I ripped out the left lung with a sickening noise that made my gorge rise. Swallowing the bile in the back of my throat with a meaty noise, I gritted my teeth and pulled free the other lung. After that came the heart, all of which was dumped into the blood filled tub below the corpse. Doing my best not to look at the empty ribcage, I took the weapon Otis had given me and slit through the skin of her stomach like it was hot butter; allowing her ropes of intestines to spring free and nearly hit me in the face. Gagging slightly and wiping bloody fluid off my face, I stared at the length of guts dangling from the slightly swinging body. Horror and disgust filled my hazel eyes but I couldn't call it off now. I was getting in far too deep and had done way too much. So, taking another deep breath, I reached into the cut I had made to pull out the exposed offal.**

After what seemed like hours, all of the organs had been pulled free; leaving the body to drain for the night. Staring at the female that had once been alive, I couldn't help but shudder at how little she resembled a human split open like this. Looking down at my blood covered hands, I could barely believe I was the one that had done most of it to her. “Come on, let's git ourselves cleaned up,” husked an accented voice by my ear, forcing me back to what was now my horrifying reality. My head jerking up, I saw the beast was even more covered in blood than I was; a strange expression glittering in his icy gaze. Before I could even gather my wits enough to respond, the impatient man was grabbing my right arm in a harsh grip; dragging me roughly behind him. In a flurry of activity, I found myself in the bathroom from earlier; watching as Otis slowly shucked his bloodied clothing.

Shaking myself free of my daze, I pulled off my own clothes until I was as naked as he was; feeling hot and cold wash through me as nausea curdled my stomach. The longer I had to think, the more what I had taken part in sank in and the sicker I felt. Whatever person I was going to be at the end of this couldn't be worth saving these people for! Still, it was far too late for any of that now. I was stuck here and the best I could do was try to carry through with my plan. I had to find some way to save them, even if it meant losing my own soul in the process. The sound of the shower startled me out of my thoughts and I found myself looking into a certain killer's strangely neutral blue eyes.

His gaze was almost assessing as he looked me over quietly, the wheels clearly turning in his head. Then he was stalking toward me, something in his eyes forcing me to back up instinctually until my naked back hit the grungy tile of the wall behind me. Just feeling the filthy surface made my skin crawl but I soon had bigger things to worry about as the unpredictable psychopath rapidly closed the distance. His eyes narrowed as his lips pursed, his nostrils flared as he continued to mull something over in his head. “Somethin' 'bout yew… don't make no sense. Ya come here t'learn from me but ya've never so much as killed a frog afore. Killin' tain't exactly th'kinda interest one jest comes by. Ya act more green than ya should fer someone doin' what yer doin'. I cain't figure it out. By now ya shoulda cracked if'n ya were lyin' t'me but ya don't act like no killer I've ever seen,” he rumbled, his accent getting thicker the more frustrated he became.

“I almost wanna accuse ya of plannin' somethin' but ya don't act like thet either. Ya act compliant and do wut yer told. If I don't give ya permission, ya don't do it. Ya don't act like a victim or like yer even interested in trying to alert anyone. Ya haven't even tried t'run away despite ya obviously having no taste fer what we're doin'. Jest what is it thet yer up to?” he continued, pressing himself against me as he continued to glare into my eyes.

With how rapidly he had changed attitudes, I didn't dare so much as breathe out of fear of setting him off further. “Ya don't act like ya have any other motivation other than to make me happy. What is it yer really after?” rasped his thickening accent as one of his rough hands came up to cup my heavy right breast. Hot breath puffed on my neck as he used the other hand to grasp my chin roughly, turning my head to the side harshly. Then his teeth came to rest on my jugular as a low noise left him, his lithe body going stiff as he bit down hard. A small squeak of pain left me before I bit down on my lower lip to keep my pain to myself, this action only serving to further incense the mad man pressing me into the wall.

“Even now, yer lettin' me do what I want t'ya without even tryin' t'fight me,” he snarled, sounding as pleased as he did pissed off. Then a sharp blade came to rest on my neck, making my blood run cold as fear bloomed in my chest.

“I could kill ya any time and it would be no skin off my nose,” the murderer bit out, his sky blue eyes meeting mine steadily as he watched my expression.

Despite my deep fear, I did nothing to fight or even beg for my life; knowing to do so would only piss him off more. So I met his gaze as steadily as I could, feeling the cold press of the sharp blade against my skin for what seemed like an eternity. Narrowing his eyes even more, he backed away from me to take the knife away from my skin and place it on the bathroom sink. “I will figure ya out soon enough. Heaven help ya if'n I find out ya've been workin' with th'pigs,” he bit out before turning his back on me and getting into the shower. As soon as the curtain shut, I let out the breath I had been holding and placed a shaky hand over my racing heart. Just how close I had come to being another statue honestly frightened me but I didn't have long to ponder that fact, Otis' hand motioning for me to join him impatiently. Gathering what was left of my courage, I took a deep breath and stepped into the closet like space.

As soon as I entered, I was whirled to the front; the hot water hitting my back and nearly drawing a cry of pain from me. Flinching slightly, I faced whatever way Otis turned me and simply allowed him to do as he wished. To my shock, this turned out to be a surprisingly gentle wash. With hands that had killed many and tortured more, the ghoul washed my pale, slightly chubby body. While it was too dark to see the amount of blood being rinsed away, I could feel it clearly; making me shudder as just how much I felt running down my thighs. This drew an impatient noise from the killer washing me but he continued to be gentle, almost as if he was exploring me. “Ya see? This is what I'm talkin' about,” he whispered in a bitter voice, his hands moving to scrub under my ample breasts.

“Ya act disgusted by murder like the rest of them but ya make no move to help them. If this is some trick, its pretty fuckin' elaborate,” the monster rasped, spinning me to face him as his large hands traveled down to cup my butt.

Despite everything that had happened, I felt the traitorous spark of arousal in my lower belly and found myself stunned by it. As if he saw this, the taller man stiffened before a knowing smirk curled his lips. Next thing I knew his lips were taking mine possessively as one of his hands reached up to play with one of my nipples. Just the feeling of his callouses on my pink bud drew a quiet moan from my lips, shame and disgust filling me due to my rising need. Just what kind of person was I becoming if I could feel lustful after what I had done? As if he sensed my thoughts, the nearly albino killer broke the kiss to watch my face as he slowly swiped a thumb along my sensitive nipple. The sound I released in response made his gaze darken as a smirk curled his lips.

Next thing I knew, I was being spun so my back faced the wraith; a strong hand forcing my upper back to bend. Knowing very well what was coming next, I braced my hands on my upper thighs as I tried to relax as much as possible. When I felt him press his erection along my slightly aroused slit, I took a shaky breath as I forced myself to stay loose. If I tensed, what happened next would only hurt more. Thankfully for me, this was enough to ease his entry into my unprepared body; the feeling of his manhood stretching me barely causing a burn. Then he was moving slowly, one of his hand coming down between my thighs to play with my clit as he took me. Soon the combination had me releasing strained moans, the feeling of pleasure roiling and tightening within my lower body entirely against my will. “Come on ya lil slut, cum for me,” rasped his voice in my ear as his thin hips snapped into mine violently. Then I was exploding as if by his command alone, my vision filling with white as I felt his hot seed fill me. Then he was pulling out as strong arms wrapped around me to hold me up, his strength the only thing keeping me from collapsing.

As I regained my strength, I became all too aware of the feeling of close scrutiny; causing me to turn my head slightly to face the beast holding me. His pale, bearded face was once again deeply thoughtful as his pale eyes roved over my face. “I c'n promise ya this much, if this turns out t'be a trick ya'll regret th'day you were ever born,” he bit out before he stormed out of the shower to get dressed. Shuddering at the blatant threat, I shook my dark haired head to clear my thoughts before joining him; the both of us getting dressed in tense silence. As soon as we were clothed, he was dragging me back into the hall via my left wrist; very nearly running Baby over on his way out.

“Are ya guys done with your project?” she chirped, her ditzy voice filled with excitement as she bounced on the heels of her feet. Rolling his eyes, Otis merely shoved me toward the bubbly blonde.

“Knock yerself out,” he growled, storming away from us without looking back once.

As soon as we were alone, Baby broke into a bright grin that made my skin crawl. “We're gonna have a blast today! Come on, lets git ya some new clothes,” she declared before grabbing my right wrist and dragging me behind her. As the enthusiastic murderess led me down the hall and out the door, I found myself wondering just what I was getting myself into. I was never one to enjoy going shopping but it certainly seemed like my companion was. In fact, it seemed like I was going to be in for a long day of acting like a doll; the prospect nearly making me roll my eyes in annoyance. It would take a miracle to get through the next few hours with my sanity intact.
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