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Dangerous	By : FlameWolf666 Category: G through L > House of 1000 Corpses Views: 7006 -:- 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!!: EXTREME Torture. Waterboarding. Actual Waterboarding marked with **

Author's Note: And shit only continues to get worse but we all knew that was going to happen.

Chapter Seven: All New Problems

The first thing I became aware of was a pair of arms wrapped tightly around me. The next thing I became aware of was the fact that I was laying on the crusty mattress that served as Otis' bed. Blinking in the semi-darkness of the room, I tried to remember just how I had gotten here. Then it all came back in a rush and I groaned as I felt nausea fill my stomach. Pulling myself free gingerly, I looked down at the sleeping murderer; shocked when I saw just how innocent and handsome he was. Without his frown and constant sneer, the wraith looked almost human and I found myself having an odd urge to brush his greasy hair out of his too pale face. Knowing that action would probably end in disaster, I went to the door to go to the bathroom. With the way my stomach was feeling, it would only be a matter of moments before I threw up. In my rush, I didn't notice the ghoul sitting up behind me.

I had enough time to get into the room, close the door and lift the lid before I was heaving into the dirty water. As I vomited I couldn't help but wonder why I was so nauseated. Despite everything, I had only thrown up during intense moments. As horrible as remembering yesterday was, it wasn't nearly as bad as gutting the dead teen. I shouldn't be feeling this sick. That was when realization hit and I felt a cold wave of fear grip my roiling stomach. We had been having nothing but unprotected sex and there was a very real possibility that I was… “Yer fuckin' pregnant,” came a dangerous rasp from behind me, interrupting my thoughts while simultaneously finishing them.

Turning around slowly, I could only look at the man standing there as terror began to lock my limbs. Horrible possibilities of what he was going to do to me flashed through my head and I was barely able to fight off the extreme urge to cower. If I showed any fear of him now it would only make things much worse for me. “It certainly looks that way,” came a voice that sounded far too calm for the turmoil happening inside me. The thin man only pursed his lips tightly before running a hand through his scraggly locks.

“So, what now?” I found myself asking just before another wave came over me. I dreaded his answer but I would do whatever he wanted, I really had no choice. I could only hope they had medical supplies if he decided on a home abortion. Just thinking about it made me want to shudder. If he decided to go that route, there would be very little chance of there being anything to dull my pain.

“Yer fucked fer nine months,” he snarled, entering the room and closing the door behind him. Then he was taking a seat on the lip of the tub as his pale blue eyes locked on me. I could only give him a stunned look, completely surprised by this response. I had expected rage, violence, maybe even a demand to get rid of it immediately. I certainly wasn't counting on him wanting to keep it.

“Doin' a home abortion could kill ya. There's jest no way to do it safely with what we have,” he rasped, his furious eyes watching me closely.

I stared at him as I tried to comprehend what he was telling me. With everything I had found out about him over my stay here, I found myself wondering why he even cared. It was more in his nature to do what benefited him despite who it hurt. He was completely without empathy or sympathy, making his current actions exceedingly contradictory. “Why do you care if I live or die?” came out of my mouth before I could stop it. Then I was hit by another wave of nausea, dry heaving into the toilet as Otis shifted in his position beside me.

“Yer different than th'others,” came the fairly simple, unsatisfying reply. Then he was getting to his feet and leaving the room, leaving me alone and very off balance.

When my nausea had finally faded, I washed out my mouth and looked around for a toothbrush that didn't look too grubby. With everything that was going on, using someone else's toothbrush was pretty low on my list of concerns. Thankfully I came across one that was unused, making me think it was probably Otis'. Rolling my weary, hazel eyes, I brushed my teeth and tongue until the taste of stomach bile left my mouth. Washing out the toothbrush thoroughly, I found myself eyeing the shower and wondering if I could get away with a quick wash. It had been a few days and I honestly felt more than a little gross. Before I could make up my mind, there was a loud banging on the door. “If yer done gettin' sick c'mon out. We got a lotta shit t'do today,” came the ghoul's irritated sounding, mid-tone voice. Sighing, I gave the tub a rueful glance before opening the door and exiting.

In a whirl of activity, I found myself carted downstairs and sat at the table; the lanky psychopath stalking to the kitchen. For a split second I wondered what he was doing, then it slowly dawned on me and dread settled in the pit of my stomach. “Oh he wouldn't… Not so early on and we aren't really sure,” I whispered, anxiety wrapping around my heart as I became of whispering coming from the small room. Then a feminine squeal of happiness exploded from the same area, making my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. Before I could even think about retreating, Mama came charging into the dining room; her pink nailed hands clasped in front of her large bosom.

“Is it true? Are ya really carryin' mah first grandbaby?” she whispered, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as she approached me with her pink clad arms outstretched. Then she was drawing me into a tight hug as my vision focused on Otis, who leaned in the doorway of the kitchen. If I didn't know him better, I could almost say he had a glint of amusement in his steely eyes.

“It looks like it right now. I didn't feel sick until this morning. The only way to really know for sure is to wait a few days and see if my period comes on schedule,” I replied truthfully, not really wanting to get the older female's hopes up.

“It don't matter. Don't need th'extra time t'know! Yer showin' all th'early signs! Ooooo, I cain't tell ya jest how happy this makes meeee,” she squealed, her arms wrapping tightly around me.

I could only stand there, my arms dangling as I tried to rationalize my earlier illness. We had sex a lot and he had cum in me every time so far, there was a very small chance that I wasn't pregnant. Just acknowledging this fact nearly made me collapse as a whole new fear filled me. When it all came down to it, I still wanted to save this family from a fate only I knew about. If I was carrying a child, I was now putting them in even worse danger than before. Having a heavily pregnant woman with them while they're trying to run would only slow them down, let alone when it came time for me to give birth. “Fucking Christ what have I done,” I whispered, my vision blurring as my heart clenched painfully in my chest. While trying to save them, I could have very well signed their death warrant.

A pair of large, rough hands landed on my clothed shoulders and I looked up to see Otis giving me a suspicious glare. His icy eyes were practically boring into me as he seemed to be trying to asses something. “Yer hidin' somethin'…,” he hissed, before he was grabbing me by my wrist and dragging me upstairs. Mama followed behind closely with a disapproving look on her slightly chubby face.

“Naow you don' hurt her Otis! She's carryin' mah grandbaby after all,” she scolded, getting a sneer in response. Then he was throwing me into his room and slamming the door, whirling to face me as his eyes flashed.

“Ya don't wanna hurt us, that's obvious. You had ample opportunity to try to betray us again today and ya only got sick. Still, yer fuckin' hidin' somthin' and I don't like that!” he bit out, his voice slightly deeper as he began to stride towards me. I swallowed loudly in reply, my mind racing as I tried to think of something to tell him. There was just no way I could tell him what was really going on. Then again, the man was an expert people reader; there was every chance he would be able to tell I was lying. If that happened, I had no doubt I would be subject to tortures I had only had nightmares about.

“I doubt you'd believe me if I told you. Right now, all I'm comfortable saying is I'm here to help you and your family,” came out of my mouth, causing me to clap my hands over my mouth as horror filled me. The expression that crossed his paper white face only increased my terror and he was closing the distance to grab my upper arms in a painfully tight grip. Then he was lowering his face to mine, so close the tips of our noses touched.

Instead of yelling at me like I thought he was going to, he stared into my eyes in an assessing manner. Releasing a low, threatening noise, the unpredictable murderer shoved me away from him harshly before stalking into the 'Preparation Room.' I merely stood and watched, trying to decide if I should give him some space or if I should stay here. He hadn't given me permission to leave but he had told me yesterday that I now had the same privileges as anyone else in the family. Still, I found myself reluctant to utilize this. Otis was exceedingly unpredictable and I really couldn't take anything for granted right now. After all, he could very easily decide I wasn't worthy of my new freedom without any warning. As it was, it seemed like what little trust I had gained with him was being strained. Sighing, I eyed the bed as I wondered if it was still okay for me to sit on it.

Deciding not to take any chances with him acting so volatile, I sat on the pile of stolen clothing that I had been using as a bed. Unfortunately this proved to be the wrong choice when the wraith came back into the room and saw me. “Fer someone who follows orders so well ya sure don't listen,” he hissed, every line of his body tense as he stomped over to me. Before he could get close enough to yank me to my feet, I beat him to it by getting up on my own power.

“I'm sorry but I thought sitting on the floor was better since you seem to feel unsure about me,” I tried to explain, only getting a severe glare in return.

“Yer fuckin' carryin' mah child now. Short of tryin' t'hurt me or mah fam'ly, there ain't much that's gonna make you less than fam'ly now,” he ground out, his accent thicker due to his simmering anger. Then he was grabbing my wrist and dragging me behind him.

“Stop actin' like a fuckin' victim! Ya act like I'm gonna kill ya if ya step one toe outta line and that jest ain't true anymore. I mean what I say when I tell ya that yer part of th'family now so start actin' like one,” he continued, pulling me roughly down the stairs. He lead me around the stairs the lead upward, taking me down a long, dark hall.

“I'll try to keep it in mind but you don't seem all that predictable, no offense. I'd rather not take a chance on pissing you off enough to kill me in a fit of rage,” came my much too honest reply, making me wonder what the fuck my subconscious was trying to do.

Otis stiffened as he came to a stop in front of a door, turning his head slightly to narrow his blue eyes at me. “I ain't some wild animal with no reason. I can fuckin' control myself if I need to. Why th'fuck do ya think yer still alive, let alone still possibly pregnant,” he pointed out as he swung the door open to reveal a dark staircase leading downward. Just seeing it made my heart leap in my chest as fear raced up my spine in an icy line. In the movies, this had been where they kept their victims when they weren't using them. There would be only two reasons to bring me here, to help the lanky male get a victim or be put in the cage myself. After all I had participated in, the prospect of being forced into the same area as the teens was truly an intimidating one. There would be no telling what they would do to me before the psychopath returned for me.

“Come on. We're gonna pick out two more for some fun today,” came a raspy, mid-tone voice, breaking me out of my dark thoughts.

Nodding mechanically, I went down first; feeling that he was going to knock me over the head at any moment as I moved forward. When we reached the bottom, I didn't feel any better; in fact anxiety gripped me even harder as I took in the rather large room. There was a large, rickety looking bed in the middle of the room; chained cuffs hanging from the posts of the headboard and footboard. On a chair by the bed, sat Tiny; eating cereal out of a dog bowl that had his name engraved on it. The oversized man looked up at me, a neutral look on his masked face. Before I could even wave, Otis was dragging me towards a cage near the back of the room. In this cage was a bunch of naked women, not all of them the teenagers the family had taken. Some of them looked like they had been there for a very long time, making me shudder as I examined their cell.

The only bedding they had been given was a pile of straw that covered the concrete floor. Shackles hung from the stone walls, blood splattering the cuffs and scrape marks covered the walls; showing there had been many fruitless struggles in the tiny space. Only three of the women showed any life at all and those were the new girls, the only exception being the strawberry blonde I had seen yesterday. Then my eyes traveled to the only teen I had yet to see, a redhead that looked younger than the others and clung to them tightly. Freckles dotted her chubby face and her sea-green eyes fixed on us as she tried to shield her developing body. “I see ya've taken a liking t'lil Red there. I don't think we've played with her yet,” Otis purred in my ear, jolting me back to reality with a cruel slam.

Seeing the child's eyes widen in terror made a cold wave of nausea clench the pit of my stomach and I was barely able to keep myself from dry heaving. Before I could protest and pick someone else, however, the beast was opening the cage and heading in; closing the door behind him. I could only watch, horror and guilt jockeying for position inside me as he grabbed the orange haired female's upper arm and yanked her to her feet. “No, no please! You can't!” pleaded the blonde, grabbing onto Otis' leg and bracing herself for a blow. In a flash, I was waving for Tiny; motioning the giant to come help in case the teen turned violent. As much sympathy as I had for their plight, I couldn't allow them to hurt the ghoul.

The psychopath kicked out at the female within seconds, his blue eyes flashing with rage as a cruel smile quirked his lips. At the same time, Tiny appeared next to me; watching the events closely. If the other women showed any signs of mutiny, he would be in there to help and so would I. Even though I was pretty sure I was pregnant, I wasn't about to let anyone hurt the gangly killer. Besides, it was sort of expected of me to help at this point. “Don't tell me what I can and can't do,” the violent man snarled, narrowing his eyes as he whirled around and dragged the young girl behind him. When he saw that I had called back up for him and that we were ready to defend him, he froze as a stunned look briefly crossed his pale face. Then his familiar frown slammed into place and he was stalking towards the chain-link door.

Tiny and I barely had enough time to get out of the way before he was stomping his way through, slamming the door behind him and locking it. “Ya did good Tiny. Go upstairs and tell Mama I said you could have a cookie,” he grumbled, giving the taller but younger male a surprisingly affectionate pat on his lumpy, deformed arm. The gentle giant nodded slowly before his hidden eyes shifted to me. Then he was lumbering upstairs, the wooden steps creaking loudly in protest. As soon as he was gone, Otis was dragging the sniveling teen up the stairs; his eyes shooting to me when I didn't follow immediately. Not looking forward to whatever he had planned, I reluctantly closed the distance; following close behind as he led me to his room.

As soon as the door was closed, he was tying up their victim and shoving her toward the 'Preparation Room.' “Stay here,” he hissed before I could move from my spot by the door. Blinking, I wondered what I had done wrong this time. I had gotten Tiny's attention like I should have. Hell, I had even been ready to come to his defense as well. Truly, I had done nothing to piss him off. Sighing softly, I moved toward the bed to sit on the mattress; Otis coming back in as soon as my butt met the cushion.

“Ya coulda jest let them attack me. Tiny woulda been none the wiser with how bad his hearin' is,” he whispered, a slight hint of confusion under the fury in his voice.

“Why on Earth would I do that?!” I responded out of simple shock, the thought of what he was suggesting making me feel more sick than anything that was possibly coming next. A fact that honestly stunned me. I felt more for this sadistic man than I did for the poor women he was helping to torture and the realization made me disgusted with myself. This man had forced me to do horrifying things, had done terrible things to me and yet I was still falling deeper and deeper in love with him. Just what the fuck was wrong with me?

Otis seemed just as shocked by my response, staring at me for a long while before slowly closing the distance between us. It took everything within me to stand my ground as he approached, meeting his eyes steadily as he stopped bare inches from me. We were so close that my breasts brushed his chest every time I inhaled and his face was just as close, the tip of his nose brushing mine as he glowered down at me. Then his lips were taking mine fiercely, one of his hands coming up to tangle in my ebony hair as the other came to rest on the small of my back. I could only make a surprised noise in response, my hands coming up of their own accord to rest on his chest. Then I was kissing back, causing the ghoul to jolt slightly in shock. With a low growl, he broke the kiss; panting heavily as his hands shook ever so slightly. “Because anyone else but family would have… If you had chosen to take the side of th'whores down there I woulda been fucked,” he rasped, his lips brushing mine as his sour breath hit my nose.

“Well you keep saying I am family now. I should at least act the part,” I returned, my heart pounding against my ribs as anxiety and arousal fought for top position inside me. The tank top wearing wraith smirked slightly, to my utter surprise. Then he was backing away from me and headed back into the 'Preparation Room', giving me a lingering stare before his cold, angry mask slammed back into place.

Knowing he wanted me to follow so he could give me one of his 'lessons,' I took a deep breath and gathered my courage before following. Despite that, I still almost lost my shit at the sight that greeted me upon entry. The younger female was bound to a flat board that had her head tilted downward and a grungy looking cloth was thrown over her face. It almost looked like she had been prepared for a form of torture known as 'waterboarding.' The metal bucket by the right side of the platform only cemented my suspicions and I felt my nausea return in a cold wave. All my warm feelings I had previously were now replaced with utter horror. The fact that I would have to participate in this made my anxiety spike and I could feel my knees start to go weak as the edges of my vision grayed. I would have probably fainted if I hadn't been fully aware of the consequences if I did.

Giving my mostly bare arm a hard pinch, I forced myself back to alertness in time to see Otis stomping his way toward me. I only had seconds before his hand wrapped around my wrist, tightening painfully as he pulled me to our would be victim. “Stop thinkin' of that piece of meat there as a person! She ain't nothing but a vapid, whiny lil bitch who woulda probably found some guy to live offa while she pumped out his kids. She ain't worth th'shit on yer fucking boots,” spat the cruel male beside me, gripping my chin in one hand as he directed my focus to the bound child. To my absolute horror, I felt my head shaking subconsciously.

“She's just a baby. She's barely even lived for Christ's sake! How can you expect me to look past that,” I whispered, grimacing as his grip tightened painfully.

“She ain't nothing but a whiny, carbon copy of whatever mommy and daddy wanted her to be. She'll jest grow up t'be another blind sheep like th'rest of them. She'll never wake up to the real, stinkin' nature of this world. Feelin' sympathy fer somethin' like her when she would probably feel none for you is stupid. Do ya really think someone like her wouldn't have made fun of ya, treated ya like dirt? Why let yet another asshole join th'already bloated ranks,” he snarled, as he shoved me toward the sobbing, struggling girl.

Despite his words ringing true for a large part of me, I still couldn't feel anything but disgust for what I was about to witness or possibly participate in. Possible bitch or not, she was still just a child. A child who didn't deserve to be put through the horror we were about to put her through. Whatever Otis had within him that made him able to keep his distance from this fact was simply missing in me and maybe that was a good thing. “I get your point but I just can't bring myself to feel that way. All I see before me is a helpless child. That doesn't mean I won't help, it just means I'll have nightmares about it later,” I confessed, hoping the violent beast meant what he said about me having the same privileges as everyone else. Then again, I had yet to see anyone talk back to him the way I just had. In fact, it seemed most of the family walked on eggshells around him.

Growling from somewhere deep inside his chest, the thin male moved behind me and leaned down to place his stubble surrounded lips by my left ear. “Ya keep goin' like thet and yer gonna drive yerself crazy,” he snarled, his nails digging lightly into my soft skin. Then he was releasing me to stalk towards the bucket of water, sneering down at the shaking, moaning redhead as if she was the source of all his ire.

**“She ain't nothin' but filth, trash! Don't let her fuckin' tears fool ya! She's only cryin' in th'vain hope her tears will stop us. I can guarantee that if we jest let her go she will learn nothin' from this! She'll go right back t'her bullyin' and vapid dreams of findin' a husband t'live offa! Now yew jest stand there and watch. It will only take a few moments t'break someone as soft as this,” the near albino snarled, his white blonde hair hanging in his bearded face as he glowered at me. Then he dumped the contents of the bucket over her head and it was all I could do not to look away when the teen convulsed and struggled in a fruitless effort to escape what she surely thought was drowning.

Over the next few hours, things happened in a cycle. Otis would dump a full bucket over the girl's head to simulate drowning and watch her struggle for several minutes before sitting her up so she could clear her airways. Then he would lay her down and start all over again, ignoring her sobs and pleas. I, on the other hand, felt my nausea and disgust rising each time he did it; barely able to keep my eyes on him as he did it over and over. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he unbound the soaked child and yanked her to her shaky feet. “We will do this over and over everyday until yer jest as broken as 'Strawberry' down thar,” he hissed, his cold eyes fixed on me as he licked a slow trail over her freckled, tear stained cheek.** Then he was pulling her out of the room, leaving me feeling very confused and angry with myself. After all of this, how could I still love him, want to save him? My only answer was a sharp ache in my chest and I sighed.

“Leave it to you to get yourself into this type of mess… Let alone get fucking pregnant. Just how is he gonna treat this child? How long until he tires of you,” I whispered to myself as I moved back into the bedroom to sit on the bed. Silence was the only answer I got, making dread bloom slowly in the pit of my gullet.
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