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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!!: Abuse!! Threatening with Weapon! Hitting! Forced Necrophilia! Brainwashing of a Minor! Minor2! More extreme bits marked with **.

Author's Note: All I can say is, this chapter is pretty dark.

Chapter Nine: Down the Terrible Rabbit Hole

As it turned out, Otis led me into a den of extremely psychotic, unpredictable men. As soon as we walked in, I could feel angry, cold eyes fixing on me; as if assessing if I had been brought there for them. Some part of me had the same suspicion and I felt myself stiffening as fear began to curl within me like a living thing. It was only when the killer to my right pulled me into a rough, possessive kiss that I calmed down. With him placing such a blatant claim on me, there would be very little left in the room that would be willing to fuck with me. My suspicions were only confirmed when he released me and I was able to look around once more. Where there was once open hostility and even hunger, there was now avoidance and disinterest.
With a sneer on his grizzled, pale face, the wraith led me into the veritable tiger pit by the arm and I had to fight my instinct to run. Eventually, he led me to a table that had one man and a lot of women sitting at it. To my horror and slight amusement, the guy in the middle of the whores was none other that Captain Spaulding. The look of complete shock of his greasepaint coated face was nearly enough to make me laugh despite the direness of the situation and I had to literally bite my tongue to stop the terrible urge. His faded blue eyes quickly moved to the monster beside me and his black lips pursed as a muscle began to tick in his white coated cheek. “I need t' talk t'ya boi. Put yer whore in wi' mine and let's have a lil palaver,” the clown gritted out, his inky eyes shining with malice as he gestured to the drugged out women surrounding him.
They all had identical empty gazes on their pale faces, their clothes hanging off them to expose a bare breast or riding up to reveal the fact they hand no underwear on. In fact, all of them sat with their legs splayed; showing off that commando seemed to be the wardrobe of choice around here. Most of them had track marks in their arms and all of them had the eyes of someone who had long retreated into their mind to defend themselves. Just being compared to these shells of human beings made rage and indignation percolate within my veins. I was about to open my mouth to tell this disgusting man off when I felt Otis place an arm in front of me, as if he could sense what I was about to do. “Did ya jest compare my bitch t'the lil puppets who don't even know what day it is? Whatever ya gotta say t'me ya can say around her,” the wraith informed, wrapping a steel beam of an arm around me to hold me against his side.
When I looked up, I saw his blue eyes practically spitting fire as his jaw tensed under a bearded cheek. Spaulding growled low in his chest at the challenge before pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a frustrated sounding noise. “Yer walkin' a real thin line boi. I sent this lil piece t'yer fam'ly cause I thought y'all were lookin' fer a new victim. Now I see her walkin' beside ya as if she has every right to! Don't tell me ya forgot what happened last time already,” the breaded, paint coated man bit out, his voice no more than a gravelly growl. The pasty white male on my right went board stiff for a few moments before a cruel smile curled his lips, a sight that made me shudder internally. Every time that look had come across his face it had never meant anything good.
“I ain't never forgot pops. This lil bitch has been through a lot and seen even more. She's proven herself trustworthy so go ahead and let fly. I ain't got all day t'sit here and listen t'ya flap yer fuckin' jaws. I came here fer more guns, ammo as well as other supplies; not t'hear ya talk 'bout shit that ain't yer business,” the psychotic male bit out, the expression on his visage speaking volumes about his current mood.
Captain Spaulding flared his nostrils in response before shooting to his feet and slamming his open palms down on the table loudly. “Yer gonna risk th'safety of my fam'ly fer a piece of ass?! I'm fucking surprised at ya boi! I though ya had a fuckin' better head on yer shoulders after th' last time shit like this burned yer ass,” the balding male continued, his fury filled eyes moving to me before he started to move out from behind the table. He only made it a few steps before Otis flat out tackled him, resulting in an all out brawl. I could only watch as the punches flew, stiffening slightly when I felt a strange hand wrapping around my waist.
Looking up, I saw a horrifically ugly man leering down at me; something strangely familiar about the badly sewn skin mask hanging from his face. An almost chewed looking tongue came out to lick at the face covering his deformed features. The skin was leathery and stitched together poorly, barely held into a semblance of a mask. It almost looked like… Then it dawned on me and I barely controlled my urge to back away from the creature nearly leering at me. The man holding me was none other than Leatherface, a fact that didn't really surprise me given what kind of universe I was in; let alone the state. Unfortunately I saw he had his brother, “Chop Top”, right behind him.
While he hadn't noticed me yet, it wouldn't take long for the man who eerily resembled Otis to look our way. Just then, the balding man turned his head to look at me; revealing the ever growing hole of skin he had peeled away from the metal plate in his head. A sickly grin curled his lips, revealing teeth even more rotten than Otis'. “Ya found yerself a purty lil thang Leatherface,” he cooed, pulling out a metal coat hanger to scratch at the edge of ragged skin in what was left of his scalp with the hook end. The half-wit holding me nodded vigorously before shoving me toward the ghoul that was dressed like someone that crawled straight out of the sixties. The taller, thin male grabbed me easily, the scent of his rancid breath filling my nose and very nearly making me vomit.
“Jest wut is a lil thang like yew doin' in a place like this?” he whispered, his voice lighter and slightly more raspy than the killer I had come with but the uncanny resemblance between the two still made my skin crawl.
In my reality, it was so strange to think of it that way, they had been played by the same actor so the resemblance had made sense but here was different. It made no sense why they looked alike other than simple coincidence. Or there was another, much stranger explanation. My realm could possibly influence this one or vice versa. I had already thought something like this with movies but I had never really thought it went further than Otis' family. Seeing Leatherface and Chop Top changed things entirely. I had to start entertaining the thought that this was more than simply entering a movie. I had entered an entirely different world. One that held fictional characters living their lives, lives our own directors had made into movies with no knowledge their characters were real. If I explored further into this world, would I see other characters?
A sudden, low snarl brought me back to the present and I saw Otis pulling himself away from a battered looking Spaulding. Chop Top, who was still holding me, let out a chuckle as he licked my cheek with his gross feeling tongue. “She yers pretty boi? Ya know, ya still owe me fer stealing mah best knife. If'n ya let me have a quick round with yer lil slut here we c'n call it square,” the bearded monster holding me rasped, his words sending a chill through my blood. Yet, underneath that, there was the faintest thread of arousal. A fact that honestly horrified me.
“She ain't up fer barter metal head. I already squared with ya about that ol' shiv years ago. Though, I can sure as shit make sure th'other side of yer head matches the steel part of your skull if'n ya wanna pursue th'matter,” the nearly albino wraith hissed, his hand reaching for the hunting knife secured to his side.
Chop Top only grinned sickly spinning me to face him before planting a disgusting tasting kiss to my lips. Then he was shoving me away and motioning to his brother as he stalked off. Otis only growled behind me as he roughly shoved me behind his back. As soon as the pair was gone, the psychotic male was turning to glower at the overweight clown pulling himself off the tile floor. “Jest give me what I came here fer or I'm gonna make sure yer insides become yer outsides,” the now shaking ghoul rasped, his hands clenching into tight fists as he breathed heavily. Thankfully all the fight seemed to have been beaten out of Spaulding and he nodded before pulling a bag from under the table.
“Fine, jest don't come cryin' t'me when this piece of ass betrays ya'll,” rasped the bald asshole, shoving the paper sack into Otis' hands. Both his eyes had been blacked and his lip had been split, making him look even more angry and dangerous.
The rail thin wraith grabbed the bag before dragging me out by my arm, a furious expression on he bearded visage as he strode forward. As soon as we were outside, he was flinging me in front of him; his flaxen hair hanging in his face as he glowered at me. Before I could even ask what was wrong, he was on me; gripping my upper arms in an almost painful grasp. “I could smell yer arousal in there clear as day. What th' fuck is goin' on between you and that useless sack of shit?” he snarled, taking me by complete shock.
“What are you talking about? I just met him today,” I responded, the slight lie feeling like dirt in my mouth. Technically it was true, I had never actually met Chop Top but I certainly knew who he was. In fact, I had the slightest crush on the twisted man; his real life resemblance to Otis not helping that one bit.
“I don't fuckin' believe you. Yer fuckin' lyin' t'me in some way and I don't much appreciate it. Now, ya tell me how ya know that piece of shit!” he hissed, rage burning in his ice blue eyes as his face came within inches of mine.
My heart began to race as fear made my vision go dark. Was this it? Was I going to have to tell this murderer that I came from another reality where he and Chop Top existed only in movies. All at once my brain seemed to stall as my breathing halted. My life practically flashed in front my eyes before I simply found myself falling into an abyss of darkness. I had no clue I had really fainted in my cruel lover's arms, making his rage disappear for instant worry. “Raven ya useless whore, wake up!” he snarled, shaking me harshly and getting no response for his troubles. Then he was picking my limp body up and carrying me back to the house as fast as he could run, names aimed at me spilling from his lips non-stop.
I was entirely unaware of this, floating in a dark void that felt oddly like lounging in a warm bath. While it was rather soothing, something just felt off and I felt my brow wrinkle slightly as my eyes remained shut. After some time, I could vaguely hear a familiar, male voice screaming expletives at me while two different females voices tried to reason with him. “Otis,” left my mouth as my physical eyes opened and I felt a strange sense of deja-vu.
“You fuckin' slut! Ya fuckin' wake up right the fuck now or I'll give ya a fuckin' reason t'be unconscious,” screamed the voice of the man I had come to this world to save.
“Otis please! Take it easy! If ya stress her out in her condition…,” soothed Baby's voice as my vision slowly returned along with my memories.
Immediately, I assumed Otis was still angry about my encounter with a certain member of an infamous family and I slowly sat up with an apology on my lips. “I'm so…,” I began, only to be cut off as the ghoul tore himself free from his mother and sister to rush me; nearly crushing the life out of me as he took me into a tight hold. A hold that couldn't be called a hug by any stretch of the imagination.
“I've had e-fuckin'-nough of alla this shit,” he snarled as I struggled to breathe, fairly certain my ribs were close to breaking.
“Otis!” Mama admonished, her voice sounding muffled through my haze of confusion and my body demanding air.
“No Mama! We oughta leave naow,” Baby urged, tugging the older woman out of the room and shutting the door.
This left me alone with a very pissed off psychopath who was very slowly crushing the life out of me. Just as my vision started to go black, he was releasing me with a low snarl; his knife coming to rest against my throat instead. Licking my dry lips as my heart raced in my chest, I lifted my hazel eyes to look at him; squeaking softly at the sheer rage burning in his icy eyes. Yet, under that, there was the faintest glimmer of concern; something I quickly shoved away as wishful thinking. “Ya tell me jest what th'fuck is goin' on right now! Why th'fuck were ya turned on by Chop Top? Why do ya seem t'know so much 'bout me an' mine? Why th'hell did ya even want t'be here so much t'begin with? Ya always seem t'know jest how to act or what t'say and I wanna know why,” snarled the crazed wraith, his grimy teeth bared as he bore down on the blade on my throat.
I didn't even dare to swallow, the barest movement risking a deep cut from the sharp weapon. Instead, I met his gaze as steadily as I could; forcing myself to remain calm despite the extreme terror singing through my veins. “Its a very long story and I'm not sure I should tell you all of it. Maybe, by the time I come to the end, you'll come to understand why some parts have to be kept to myself for now,” I replied in a surprisingly neutral, yet submissive tone.
“I'm listenin' but ya better not fuckin' lie t'me,” he hissed, backing off on the knife a bit but not moving it from my neck.
“I don't even know where to start. I'm, uh, not from your world. I, er, come from a world where… you and your family only exist in a movie. The movie itself seems to be about a particular night in your guys' lives. A night that happens on Halloween,” I began, pausing to allow what I had said to sink in.
Otis only frowned deeply at me, his nostrils flared as his angry eyes searched me for any trace of a lie. Something he saw must have surprised him as his furious expression very briefly became one of shock. “Well, how th'hell did ya get here?” he bit out, the knife moving down to rest on my collarbone.
“That's where shit becomes… complicated. The movie had a sequel and things happened that I really didn't like. I had grown attached to you because of the movies. I had no worldly clue you even existed until I… I made a wish and ended up here,” I finished, embarrassment tinging my voice. I left out the part about Halloween causing the incident or the fact they would end up dead. If I told him something like that so soon, he would take steps to prevent it and the pivotal Halloween event might never happen. While that may seem like a good thing, I had no idea what repercussions that could have on events in the time-line. Right now, I was essentially in the past and I had to be careful not to disrupt the future too much; not that what I had planned wasn't going to disrupt it anyway. That didn't mean I couldn't mitigate the damage.
“A wish… A movie and a fuckin' wish… Ya still didn't say why ya know Chop Top,” Otis whispered, his lips pursed as he lowered his head so his flaxen hair blocked his face.
“He and his family are from a movie series. He was, um, played by the same actor who played you,” I responded quietly, watching him closely. Though, if he slit my throat there wouldn't be much I could do to fight him; not that I would in the first place.
The bony male snorted before his blazing eyes once again met mine. He bared his yellow/green teeth at me as what seemed like an eternity of silence passed between us. Then he was slapping me hard, knocking me onto the stolen clothes that had once been my bed. With a dangerous sound, he stomped off to the door; slamming it shut as he left. I could only lay there, clutching my cheek as my other hand came to rest protectively over my stomach. Just what on Earth had that reaction meant? Was I about to get carted to the basement with the rest? Was I fated to give birth in the straw floored cage, not even Otis there to help? Shuddering at the thought, I curled into a fetal ball as I kept an eye on the door. Whatever happened, I wouldn't fight it. I only hoped I could still save them.
After what seemed like an endless amount of time, I heard two sets of footsteps coming up to stairs along with the very faint sound of a female crying. There was also another sound I couldn't identify, sounding almost like something heavy was being dragged along the floor. Just hearing it made my terror increase and I slowly got to my feet, brushing off my black jeans in an effort to center myself. If I showed the slightest sign of fear, it was very likely to make things so much worse. So I was facing him when he walked in dragging a body; the redhead he had been breaking following placidly behind him. Soft sobs left the teen but she made no move to escape, keeping her gaze fixed on the stained, hardwood floor. Otis sneered at her as he dropped the corpse he was dragging, his gaze switching to me for a split moment. Before he could even say anything, I was moving to his side; keeping my brown green eyes fixed on his ice blue ones. This seemed to startle him, his body going stiff for a moment before he was gesturing to the dead female he had drug in. “I'll get this, you steer her into th'room,” he ordered, his eyes holding something I couldn't clearly define.
**Just relieved I wasn't going to be turned into a victim just yet, I gently took hold of the naked teens shoulders; leading her into the 'Preparation Room.' The monster wasn't far behind, dragging the rotting corpse behind him. Then he was dropping it on the floor, revealing it had been rotting for a bit; the sight of the peeling, rancid flesh nearly making me gag. “Get Red there between her legs and start making out with the corpse,” he snarled, his words making my skin grow cold as nausea began to fill the pit of my stomach. Licking my lips and taking a breath through my mouth to avoid the smell, I position the sniffling child between the legs of the female. She wasn't one of the teens the family had caught, in fact I didn't recognize her at all. She must have died some time before I had gone to the basement but after I had arrived.
To my surprise, redhead did as Otis had ordered without me having to urge her; the sounds of licking filling the room as I moved to the head. Just looking at her slightly puffy, cracked skin made me want to vomit; let alone the slightly sickly sweet smell that usually came from meat just starting to go bad. Shaking myself, I kept my eyes open as my lips met the body's; doing my best not to think about the very faint bad taste that came from the former person's mouth. While I was doing this, the murderer that had orchestrated this moved behind me and knelt over me. One of his hands came up to my head, petting gently instead of fisting in my hair and yanking like I had expected. “Even now, when you aren't sure if I believe ya, you still obey me without question. Sit up,” he breathed, his voice oddly calm as I pulled away from the dead female as slowly as I could make myself go.**
Suddenly he was handing me his knife, his upper lip lifting as he prowled to the redhead in front of me and between the deceased woman's legs. “Slit yer own throat while I watch,” rasped his deadly serious voice, his piercing orbs locked on me as he shoved the child's face into the dead brunette's junction. I could only widen my eyes, licking my lips as I mechanically raised the cruelly sharp instrument to the tender skin of my throat. I didn't bother to beg, plead or even ask if he was sure, my heart racing in my chest as I pressed the tip into my porcelain flesh. The psychopath watched my action's closely and I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes, steadying my grip on the hilt of the knife as I prepared myself to take my own life.
The next thing I knew, the weapon had been smacked out of my hands and I found myself on my back on the hardwood floor; a pair of rough hands gripping my face painfully. I opened my eyes to see Otis' face mere inches from my own, his bony chest heaving as he glowered down at me. Intense rage shined in his icy eyes, his recently cleaned hair hanging in his stubble covered face. A low, animalistic nose bubbled up from the depths of his chest, his grip tightening on my face and drawing an unconscious whimper of pain from me. Then we just sat there, only the sounds of 'Red' diligently doing as she was told filling the small room; a seemingly endless amount of silence passing between us. “Why…,” he bit out, sounding more angry than inquisitive.
“Because you told me to,” I replied simply, my words seeming to displease the killer hovering above me.
“That's not what I meant! Why did ya even come here! Why do ya continue t'do as I ask? Why the ever lovin' fuck would you be willing t'kill yerself without so much as a peep to th'contrary?” he continued, his blunt nails digging slightly into my cheeks as his grip on my face grew still tighter.
“Since when has pleading for anything done anything but cause noise and anger in this house? I know better. I don't want to die but I don't want to make things worse for myself by disobeying you. As for why I came here… Fuck, that's a hard one to answer. After everything I've seen and participated in, I wonder what kind of sick person I am to still feel the way I do about you,” I found myself responding calmly, despite feeling very much like I was going to faint. An odd tingling had filled my extremities and face, my vision also fading slightly as I felt my consciousness beginning to float away from my body. I only stayed conscious through sheer determination and fear of what he would do to me if I dared pass out again.
“And jest how do ya feel 'bout me?” rasped the killer, 'Red' still mindlessly accomplishing her task behind him.
“Are you sure you're ready for that answer Otis?” I whispered, his angry glare the only answer I got. Licking my lips, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath; preparing myself for the worst.
“I love you Otis. I honestly don't know why but I do and this pregnancy has only made that emotion stronger,” I sighed, bracing myself for the sensation of choking on my own blood as my throat was slit. Only, nothing happened.
After a long, eerie stretch of silence filled with wet licking noises, I opened one of my hazel eyes; gasping at what I saw. Otis' frown had eased and he was looking at me with what I could only call astonishment and disbelief. Then he was tearing himself off me to pull the teen up by her orangish locks, dragging her out of the room and leaving me with the body. Shuddering, I got to my feet; unsure if I should grab the body and follow or wait for him. I remembered something about lifting heavy things being bad for pregnant women and wondered if the wraith knew about it. Just as I was about to simply just grab an ankle and start dragging, the rail thin beast came back with R.J.; pointing to the corpse with an impatient expression. The hulking, bearskin wearing man merely shrugged before hefting her over his shoulder and leaving.
Before I knew it, I found myself dragged bodily back into the bedroom and thrown onto the mattress. “None of what ya say makes any sense but I jest don't see any lie on yer face. I wanted t'make ya show me you were lyin'. Wanted t'crack whatever wall you had put up and expose you cause nothin' ya coulda told me could be possible. Ya fuckin' surprised me by obeyin' like that without even beggin' me fer another chance. Ya acted as if ya had known me fer years, had acted like that ever since ya came here. Now ya fuckin' tell me yer puttin' yerself through alla this Hell 'cause ya fuckin' love me?!” he snarled, his hands flexing before he practically pounced me. Then his lips were meeting mine roughly, his hands tearing off my clothes. I only had a second to be grateful for the fact that they were from the grungy pile on the floor and not my new ones before he was entering me. Still, as he took me with little preparation, I could only feel relief that he believed me. I never noticed the almost affectionate look he was giving me.
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