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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!!: Forced Cannibalism. Torture of a Minor. Oral Rape of a Minor. Minor2. Forced Eating of Vomit. More extreme parts marked with **.

Author's Note: A big thank you for all the people reading and enjoying this thing. When I started writing it I didn't know just how large of an audience to expect for such a harsh story. I know it isn't too easy to read but it hasn't been so easy to write believe it or not. Its good to know my hard work isn't in vain!

Chapter Six: Fun with the Fireflys

If I had to be dragged into another dilapidated clothing store I was going to puke. As it was, we had been going from store to store for hours; Baby having me try on things because she thought they were cute. So far I had only picked out a few things, a bra being the first one. I knew it wasn't going to last very long but I was simply uncomfortable going around with my huge breasts flopping around willy nilly. The next things I had picked out had been some jeans and t-shirts. The t-shirts were all black and were mostly band t-shirts, a few for Slipknot and even more for Marilyn Manson. “You aren't seriously going to go with those?!” the blonde had groused, only getting an annoyed eye roll from me in response.

“Sorry but I like my wardrobe a bit less… florescent,” I sighed, eyeing my companion's neon pink clothing. The only non-pink items were the Stetson hat she wore and the cowboy boots on her feet, a fact that honestly surprised me.

The murderess pouted at me in reply, declaring me no fun at all before pulling leading me up to the cash register and paying for our things. At first I was surprised she didn't merely hold up the shop but then it struck me, doing something like that would bring unwanted attention down onto the family. They seemed well established in the house, feeling like they had lived there for a long time without being caught for what they were doing. The best way not to get caught was not to cause a ruckus in town and seem as normal as possible. It was probably the reason why Otis rarely left the house, let alone his room.

Once we had our now bagged clothing, I thanked the cashier before following Baby back out into the hot Texas day. The sun was just starting to get low in the sky, giving the atmosphere a slightly orange ting. Despite that, the air was still sweltering; causing those strange ripples above the road that made it look like water. Wiping a pale hand over my sweaty forehead to clear it, I wished I had grabbed some shorts as well. If worse came to worse, I could just cut the legs off a couple of my jeans. Sighing, I simply followed the female that had brought me here; not relishing the long walk back to the house. Unfortunately for me, R.J. had been gone and Baby had wanted to walk; pretty much leaving me with no choice but to agree. I never regretted that decision more than ten minutes into the half hour trudge home.

You see, I grew up in Michigan. I was used to the cold, much colder than Texas got. Even in Michigan I had never done well in the summer, the humidity making me feel like I was practically melting. At least this heat was dry but it was so much hotter than anything I had ever felt in my life. To top things off, I overheat absurdly easy and I soon found myself swaying as I began to feel a bit faint. The only thing that kept me going was the knowledge that I would be left behind if I collapsed. But that was getting harder and harder the further we went, my mouth feeling like the very desert beside us as we made our long way back. It wasn't long before my sight began to double and blur, my feet stumbling as I struggled with the throbbing in my skull. “Hey, hey you okay?” came a familiar but strange voice as if through water. Mumbling something incoherent, I pitched forward as my world went black.

A muffled, angry, male voice was the first thing I became aware of. The next thing I became aware of was a cold cloth on my head while two female voices replied to the male. One sounded soothing while the other sounded like it was almost groveling. Groaning softly, I forced my aching, hazel eyes to open; feeling like my eyelids were being weighed down by wet cement. “She's wakin' up yew two. Stop yer fightin' and try t'keep yer voices low. Poor thing's gonna have one hell of a headache,” demanded the previously soothing voice, the tone slightly older than the other one. A low growl came from the man but the two shut up, something my pounding head was very grateful for.

My carpet-y tongue slowly snaked out to lick my chapped lips as my eyes finally opened, allowing me to see nothing but blurs of three people in a very familiar room. I was aware of my horribly dry throat as well as nausea churning in my stomach, only adding to the misery my body was feeling at the moment. “Water,” came a croaky rasp, very nearly making me jump out of my skin until I realized it had come from me.

“Sure thang hunny. Jest take it slow. Ya don' wanna throw up in yer condition,” came the older, motherly voice from before, kind hands helping me to sit up as a glass was held to my lips.

Reaching up with shaky hands, I took the cool, glass cylinder in my hands and took a small sip despite my overwhelming thirst. This proved to be a good decision, my stomach lurching as soon as the first swallow hit it. Very nearly gagging, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to stave off puking. “What th'Hell happened,” snarled the male voice from earlier, his voice holding a downright dangerous edge.

“I don't know! One minute she was fine and the next she fainted,” replied a teary sounding female voice, a sob hitching in her throat.

Opening my eyes again slowly, I saw the people surrounding me and felt the memories of just where I was return in a rush. In front of me stood Mama, a guilty looking Baby and a downright livid looking Otis. Groaning at the fact that all of what had happened to me hadn't been some fever dream, I hazarded another drink of water to soothe the sandpaper feeling in my throat. “I overheated,” I sighed quietly, avoiding the glances of all three as my stomach tried to accept the newest offering of water. Suddenly there was a rough hand grabbing my chin and yanking my head upward, drawing a gasp from my lips as I found myself face to face with a very pissed off looking killer.

“Otis!” Mama admonished, more fear than anger in her accented voice.

The psychopath ignored her, narrowing his blue eyes as he glowered down at me. He looked so angry that my heart nearly stopped in my chest as dread filled me. My mind began to race as I tried to think of what I could of possibly done wrong, only to come up with nothing. “Why th'fuck didn't ya tell Baby? Ya stupid fuckin' bitch,” he hissed in a quiet voice, his grip tightening slightly before he was letting go to slam both of his open hands down on the mattress on either side of me. He leaned in so close our noses touched, his foul breath filling my nose and only adding to my nausea.

“I… I don't know. I… I guess I was trying to power through. After all, I could have very well been left behind if I was deemed too much of a bother,” I replied, my voice still nothing by husky rasp.

Clearing my throat, I took yet another sip from the glass despite the extreme urge to just gulp all of it down. It would make me feel better for the split second before I spilled my guts and caused myself to get even more dehydrated. Otis pursed his lips in response, his large hands gripping the sheets as he gritted his teeth. “You nearly died dear. By the time we got t'ya you were convulsing and foamin' at the mouth. Otis had t' give ya mouth to mouth a few times on th'way back. Ah'm surprised yer even awake darlin',” Mama whispered quietly just before it looked like the almost albino was about to blow up. I could only gape at her in reply, my mouth hanging open as I tried to absorb what she had told me.

“Why didn't you just leave me? It woulda been a whole helluva a lot easier,” came out of my mouth before I could stop it, causing me to clap a hand over my mouth far too late.

The looks I got in response made a sickening wave of terror wash through me, their expressions ranging from angry to downright nuclear meltdown. Otis, of course, was the angriest; his entire body shaking as he huffed heavily through his nose. “Yer fam'ly now,” Baby and Mama replied at the same time, looking disgusted that I would think they would leave me behind. Unfortunately this response only confused me more and I could only give them a stunned glance, fighting the extreme urge to back away from the livid murderer. Since when was I any more than a victim to these people? What did this mean? Just how much of a family member was I considered? All the new questions made my head throb painfully, drawing a small whimper from me as I reached up my free hand to cradle said appendage. I never noticed the wraith hovering over me narrow his steel blue eyes.

“Everyone out,” he hissed in a deadly voice, making the two females in the room flinch. Despite their apparent reluctance, they left the room without a backward glance; the sound of the door clicking shut almost sounding like the lid of a coffin slamming shut.

As soon as we were alone, Otis was leveling his too blue gaze at me; the expression on his white face nearly making my heart stop in my chest. “Yew fuckin' ijit,” he snarled, his southern accent thicker due to his extreme rage. I could only meet his gaze steadily, my heart thrumming against my chest as a myriad of scenarios filled my head; none of them good. Snarling low in his chest, the rail thin ghoul shoved himself off me before beginning to pace like a caged tiger beside the bed.

“Fuckin' stupid, slut. Should jest kill ya and git it over with,” he bit out, his voice low despite his extreme rage. His steely eyes stayed locked on me as he moved, a sneer curling his upper lip.

Then he stopped moving altogether, closed his burning eyes, took a deep breath and opened his eyes again to lock them with my own. “Ye've been here long enough fer alla us t'know yer no threat. That trip t'town earlier also helped. Ya acted like ya did it everyday and din't even try to alert anyone or escape. I still don't know what yer plannin' but it isn't t'harm us. As such yer now part of our family and ya need t'be able t'watch out fer yerself. What ya did out there coulda gotten yer ass killed!” the beast growled, his voice slightly strained with the effort of not screaming at me. Blinking, I tried to absorb what he told me as I took another sip of my water. It almost sounded like… but that was stupid. People like Otis simply didn't have the capability to feel anything for anyone, let alone love.

“I'm sorry I just didn't think I mattered enough to bother with if I became an inconvenience. I had no idea you guys considered me part of the family already. I haven't even been here that long,” I responded, keeping my gaze on his as he glowered at me.

The ghoul only narrowed his eyes before letting out a frustrated noise. Something strange danced briefly in his normally dead orbs but was gone before I could identify it. “How could ya not figure it out?! Do ya see any of th'other victims wandering around freely? Do you see them gettin' t'sit at the table or help with a project voluntarily? You've been given a lot of freedom and have yet t'abuse it. Think about what that means to a clan of murderers. Some of the things ya've done only other family members have done. Maybe if ya'd stopped t'think ya'd have realized thet,” spat the infuriated male before he stalked into what I was now calling the 'Prep Room.'

I could only stare after him, taking a careful sip from my water before carefully getting out of the bed and allowing myself to slide to the nest of stolen, bloody clothes I had been using. I had no way to know if it had been Otis or Mama that had placed me in the bed and therefore had no clue if I had permission to stay there. With his current mood, moving seemed the wisest thing to do. Wrinkling my nose at the disgusting smell, I did my best to finish off my water; my stomach complaining less and less the more I drank. After the glass was done I finally allowed myself to drift back to sleep, doing my best to ignore how unpleasant the barely padded floor felt on my sore body.

The sensation of being lifted woke me out of a sound sleep, making me open my brown-green eyes in shock. All I could see was a blur as I was spun slightly and practically thrown, the breath leaving my lungs briefly when I hit the battered mattress of the only bed. Blinking in confusion, I stared up at the person who had done this; my vision slowly clearing enough to see Otis glowering down at me. “And jest what th'fuck do ya think yew were doin'?” he bit out, his mid tone voice slightly deeper due to his simmering anger.

“Er, I was getting some sleep. Did you need me for something?” I replied, my voice still raspy due to the lingering dryness in my throat.

“Why th'fuck were ya on th'floor,” he hissed, his voice still low despite his obvious urge to yell at me. I could only blink some more as my head began to throb once again from my lack of understanding.

“I thought that was where I was supposed to sleep,” I whispered, startling when he shoved another glass of water at me.

Reaching forward cautiously, I whispered a thank you as I took the glass and took a long swallow. Thankfully my stomach had calmed enough to allow this, the cool liquid soothing my dry throat. “Even after what I told ya earlier, you chose t'lay on th'floor like a dog,” he sneered, his voice holding a disgusted tone. To my shock, I could feel a faint thread of irritation and I quickly shoved that feeling to the far back of my head. Otis wasn't the type of person I could afford to talk back to.

“I had no idea if that meant I could use the bed or even whose idea it was to put me there. As far as I knew, I was supposed to use that pile of used clothing. I can't really take anything for granted,” I replied calmly, sarcastic words dancing in the back of my mind. By some wonder, I managed to sound confused and placating instead of annoyed.

Otis only looked more angry as I finished explaining, his lips pursed in a thin line as his jaw tensed. “Fine, I guess I hafta explain everything t'ya. Yer gonna use th'bed from now on and ya can come and go as ya please. Jest don't leave th'farm without one of us. Ya don't know yer way around yet and yer bound t'git yer ass lost,” he growled before simply turning and storming out of the room, leaving me feeling even more muddled. Just like earlier, it almost seemed as if the ghoul was starting to care for me; a notion that still seemed just as ridiculous. I would have to get rid of these silly hopes of this man ever coming to feel anything for me. Still, at least I was now allowed to be like any other family member. Hopefully that meant I wouldn't have to walk on eggshells as much. Sighing, I tried to lay back and relax; sipping my water as I waited for the monster to come back.

I didn't have to wait long, the familiar sound of female pleas coming up the steps and down the hall. “Oh Christ not again,” I moaned, my weak stomach lurching at the thought of having to participate in more torture. My suspicions were confirmed when the thin male practically kicked his own door down, dragging in the blonde that had witnessed her friend's torture at my hands and the strawberry blonde Baby had dressed up earlier. Remnants of make-up were still on her face and her light green eyes held a slightly dazed glaze. While she didn't struggle, the blonde more than made up for it, squirming in Otis' grip like wild cat and begging breathlessly with him not to do this.

Instead of paying any heed to the women he no doubt saw as no more than meat sacks, the killer turned his icy gaze to me and narrowed his eyes. “Jest cause yer sick doesn't mean you git t'miss out onna lesson,” he sneered, shoving our intended victims into the 'Preparation Room.' I could only inwardly groan, my stomach already twisting treacherously. Getting to my still shaky legs, I grabbed a lone bucket by the door; recognizing it as the one I had previously thrown up in. Thankfully it had been washed out since but that somehow didn't give me much comfort. Grimacing, I made my way past the material that blocked the door; my heart dropping into the pit of my stomach at the sight that greeted me.

The ghoul had hung the two women from hooks hanging from the ceiling via the ropes around their wrists. “You girls must be starving,” he cooed in a voice dripping with false facetiousness just as Mama came bustling into the room with a plate of steaming meat. As she passed by, a familiar smell filled my nose and very nearly caused me to gag simply because I knew what it meant. The meat he was about to give them was more than likely human and probably belonged to their recently deceased friend, the revelation making my stomach heave sickly. What I was about to witness was pure evil. Sure enough, the cruel man walked up to the dazed female first as Mama made her way back out; feeding her bits of meat that had no doubt been her friend.

Unable to watch the gruesome scene, I switched my gaze to the naked blonde beside her; wincing at the bruises and cuts that littered her body. The fact that she was still trying struggle and plead honestly impressed me. If I was in her position, I would be silently begging for death while trying to mitigate the pain they were going to inflict on me. Once the teen caught me looking at her, she gave me a glare full of hate, something I honestly couldn't fault her for. After everything I had done to her and her friend, I deserved every bit of her hatred. I couldn't even apologize, not that she would accept it under current circumstances. It was at that moment, however, that the wraith noticed I wasn't paying attention to what he was doing to the nearly comatose female.

A throat clearing drew my attention back to him and the look he gave me told me that I had better not allow my attention to lapse again. Licking my still dry lips, I nodded slightly to show I got the message; keeping my eyes on him as he moved to the golden haired girl on the right. As soon as she saw him coming, she started to shake her head; backing away from him as much as the rope on the hook would allow her to. “No, no I won't eat it! Stephy disappeared not too long ago and I'm not stupid,” she hissed, her eyes shining with hate and fear as she turned her head away from the extended fork. I could only wince, knowing Otis would have only used the top part of the torso to make the grotesque statue we had started before I had left. There would have been plenty left to cook what was on the plate the male held.

The violent creature only sneered in response, pressing the cooked piece of flesh against her lips until she was forced to accept it. “If ya spit that out I will make sure ya fuckin' regret it,” he rasped, watching her as she chewed and swallowed the offering. It looked like it was taking every bit of her will power not to puke the small bite back up, her face going extremely pale. A smirk curled his lips as she struggled, his hand extending another bit of meat to her.

“Take it willingly or yer friend there will be tortured like that brunette was,” he snarled, his blue eyes glittering with dark amusement. Looking like she wanted to spit on him, the teen took the meat until he was done feeding her, the wraith handing the plate off to me before going into the art room.

A sick feeling of apprehension filled me as I set the plate on the lone bed in the room. Something inside me told me just what he had gone to get and I wasn't disappointed. Through the material that blocked the room off to view, Otis pushed a metal surgical table that had a very familiar looking dog body on it. The only difference was that a teen had been sewn onto it from the ribs up, her eyes opened to make her seem surprised. The pained noise that escaped the more coherent teen made my heart ache for her and I wished I could do something to ease her pain. To be honest, it would probably be a good thing she would be dead by the end of the; otherwise the child would probably go violently insane. “No! What the fuck did you fucking do to her you monster!” she screamed before making meaty, gagging noises.

**Then she was vomiting, the fluid splashing noisily onto the hard wood of the floor beneath her. Her friend still looked unaware of anything happening around her, her eyes holding a glassy look as she simply stared straight ahead. “Now look at th'mess ya made! Yer gonna hafta clean that up,” the monster barked, reaching up to yank her bound wrists off the hook that held her up. Then he was shoving her to the floor rubbing her nose in the puddle she had made like a naughty puppy.

“Eat it,” he snarled, ignoring her desperate sobs of 'I can't' and 'please.' Instead he wrapped a fist into her flaxen hair, kicking her hard in the ribs before shoving her face into the mess.

“You fuckin' heard me you whore! Do what I tell ya to or you'll git a lot worse,” hissed his angry voice, his tone dripping with deadly promise.

I could only watch, cold nausea settling into the pit of my stomach as I watched the sobbing teen begin to lap up her own puke. While she was doing that, the nearly albino wraith moved over to the strawberry blonde, taking her hands down a lot more gently than he had the other's. “Lick her pussy while she's doing that,” he hissed, getting a nod in response. Then she was getting to her knees almost mechanically, absolutely no life in her eyes as she began to lick at her friend's womanhood. It was all I could do to keep watching, my entire being filling with disgust and horror for the two girls. After everything I had seen so far, I dreaded what else I would be forced to participate in. Could I really love a monster that would do this to innocent people, let alone his family.**

To my horror, as I watched him prowl towards me with intent clear in his eyes, I found my answer was still yes. Whatever had driven me to love this beast in the first place hadn't left, in fact it had only strengthened. After everything he had put me through, my feelings were only growing and I found myself wondering just what the fuck was wrong with me. Sure there was nothing about this man to love and yet I still felt it. So when his lips descended on mine, I found myself responding despite having no real desire to do so. An action that seemed to surprise Otis as much as it did me. In fact he even broke the kiss to meet my eyes, his sky blue eyes studying me closely as he frowned.

Then his lips were crashing down on mine even more violently, his hands tearing the borrowed clothes I still wore off my torso; an action that made me glad I hadn't put on my new clothes yet. My pants followed just as rapidly, his callused hands all over my milky skin as his teeth bit roughly at my lips. Despite the situation unfolding behind him, I felt the stirrings of arousal and felt disgusted with myself. The further this went, the more I found out about myself and I honestly didn't like what I was seeing. “On the floor,” he demanded against my mouth, his arms bending me backward as he pressed himself against me. Nodding in response, I backed out of his hold to lay on my back; doing my best to ignore the sobbed moans of blondie being eaten out by her friend.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt his mouth on my junction; drawing a surprised noise from me as his tongue entered my barely wet passage. Rough hands moved my thighs to rest over his shoulders as his tongue lapped hungrily at me, drawing small moans from me as I felt sparks of lust begin to race through my veins. This drew a pleased sounding noise from the killer, his mouth moving up to latch onto my clit and suck. My hand instinctually found their way into his greasy, nearly white hair, the sparks gathering in my lower body and starting to form a familiar coil of pressure inside me. Within moments that coil began to tighten, a low moan leaving my lips as I felt him slip two of his fingers into my slick passage.

I had enough time to wonder at the fact that he was doing this at all before the fog of need completely took over, my hips moving on their own as I began to keen his name softly. Growling against me, the unpredictable killer redoubled his efforts; drawing a strangled sound from me as the coil became a pulsing, clenching ball of electric want. My limbs began to tingle as colors danced behind my closed eyes, his name like a mantra as I ground against his face. Then I was exploding, my vision filling with white moments before I simply passed out from everything my poor body had been through.
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