Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.
BANG BANG BANG.
You awoke suddenly, unsure if last night was only a dream, but unable to give it much thought before you were pulled from the bed. You were barely conscious enough to ask what was going on before Sissy shoved a gag in your mouth and bound your hands and feet back together.
"GET OUT HERE NOW! YOU SNUCK OFF AND THOUGHT I WOULDN'T NOTICE?!" The old man's voice echoed from behind the door.
"GIVE ME A GODDAMN MINUTE!!" Sissy screeched before landing a kiss on your forehead and pushing you under the bed. Another moment passed before she opened the door, you could only see the mans legs in the doorway from under the bed, followed by Sissy's as she once again left the room, however this time, the door didn't click shut behind her.
'this could be my chance' You thought to yourself, maybe not a chance to escape, but a chance to get something to eat, god you were hungry. Maybe freedom will be a bonus. You crawled out from under the bed, squirming like a worm across the wooden floor, you must have looked pathetic, but it didn't matter - you were going to get out. You crawled to the door, positioning yourself at an angle to let your feet make their way up the doorframe, with some difficulty, you twisted the knob just enough to get the door open.
It swung open to reveal a quaint hallway, animal skins and dusty photos on the walls. Taking a deep breath, you sat up, unable to get to your feet without the help of your hands, with a deep sigh you plunged yourself forwards, crawling along the floor, trying to get somewhere, anywhere. Your skin burnt as you made your way along the carpet. The more you crawled, the more you gained a rhythm, the more you gained ground, the more your confidence rose - until you heard a screech.
It was like the cry of a terrified pig, it came from behind you, and before you could turn yourself over to investigate, it had hoisted you up into the air - it was a man, he was huge, way bigger than you were, he lifted you effortlessly, his big burly arms wrapped around you as he lugged you back to Sissy's room. You screamed into the gag, the smell of meat and oil filling your nose, you kicked and screamed and struggled until you was thrown down onto the bed, hitting it with a squeak. It was then you got a view of the man, he was big, wearing a pink shirt and an apron, and his face was-
You nearly threw up at the sight of his face, it was old, wrinkly, with stitches and grey hair sprouting from its head, it was only after being forced to stare did you realise it wasn't his face at all - it was another's, an old woman's, stretched and worn as a mask. The sight terrified you, but the man posed no malice, his eyes appeared frightened, like they were reflecting your own. His hands stayed around his chest, as though he was nervous about something, he checked over his shoulder before running a finger through your hair, and then with a quiet groan, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
The man returned around twenty minutes later, he opened the door gently as though trying not to startle you, in his hand was a sandwich atop a flower-patterned plate. He shuffled inside, gently placing it next to your head as he pulled the gag from your mouth.
"Thank you…" you whimpered, the man didn't respond, simply turning around and leaving the way he came. You stared at the sandwich, your stomach growled angrily, it'd been an entire day since you'd eaten, maybe more - time was beginning to feel absent. You winced at the meat sloppily packed in between the bread, although the alarm bells were going off in your head, the hunger pains were too great - you positioned yourself awkwardly to bite down, eating more like a dog than a human as you took rapid hungry bites - it was good, unlike anything you'd ever tasted before, although the bread was a little stale, the blood of the meat soaked in enough to offset it - beggars can't be choosers after all. You continued to bite and chew until there was nothing left on the plate, except for the few horrifyingly thick bones you'd almost cracked your teeth on.
Several more hours passed before you were snapped out of your dissociation by the sound of yelling, it was Johnny's voice, as well as Sissy's, one was louder than the other.
BANG
The door to the room swung open, revealing Johnny, still caked in dried, flaky blood, he was still gripping the knife he had gutted Sophie with. He looked furious, but tired, like he hadn't slept since you disappeared.
"Well I'll be." He chuckled, you tried to squirm away but it was futile, Johnny grabbed you by the hair and threw you to the ground, the wooden floor knocking the wind right out of you.
"I knew she was hiding something. What. A. Surprise." Johnny chuckled
"SISSY! HELP-" you screamed before Johnny grabbed your hair, dropping the knife and throwing you down on the ground before wrapping his hands around your neck.
"LOOK AT YOU! ALL WRAPPED UP NICE FOR ME, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN WEARING A BOW!" Johnny laughed as he squeezed at your neck, you felt like your eyes were going to pop out, you couldn't get air in or out, and you couldn't fight back - things started to go dark, until Johnny was knocked off of you.
"GET YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OFF HER!" Sissy screeched, slashing at Johnny's arm with her razor, her hair was done in a messy ponytail and she was wearing your overalls.
"OW! SISSY YOU BITCH!"
"SHE'S MINE YOU HEAR ME?! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FILTHY HANDS IN THE SAME GODDAMN ROOM AS HER!" Sissy screamed, waving her razor around wildly. Johnny looked around, shoving her against the doorway. The two exchanged wild, violent blows, Sissy trying to bite, scratch and claw just about every bit of skin she could get a hand on, and Johnny trying to throw her off him whenever she tried. You could only watch as the two fought, they seemed like they were out to kill each other, each blow becoming more violent than the last, Johnny had several bleeding scratches on his arms and neck, and Sissy had been thrown against the wall enough times to give her a nosebleed and a black eye. The two only relented when a familiar voice came echoing through the hall.
"WHAT THE HELL'S GOIN ON IN HERE?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU FOOLS DOIN?!" the old man came running, a woman in her mid-50s following behind
"JOHNNY, SISSY, GET THE HELL OFF OF EACHOTHER BEFORE I HIT YOU SO HARD YOU FORGET YOUR NAMES!" The woman yelled, she pulled Johnny towards her and shoved Sissy back, angrily surveying the room before landing her mismatched eyes on you.
"Look what sweet Sissy's been hiding from us." Johnny grunted, wiping blood from his mouth
"Aw hell." the old man grumbled
"In my own home..." The woman muttered
"I… I can explain myself!" Sissy stammered, standing protectively in front of you
"You better have a real good explanation for this, Sissy." the woman snarled.
"Nancy, go get grandpa. I think it's time we had a family meetin." The old man sighed before turning his attention back to Sissy "and you. Not a word outta you before grandpa gets here. Bring her downstairs." he huffed before turning around, Johnny smirking as he followed behind.
"It's okay. It's alright. You'll be safe sugar, I promise." Sissy whispered, leaning down to cradle you in her bruised arms.
"Sissy I-"
"Shhh. Shhhh. Now now, I…I know we'll be alright. I'm grandpa's favourite. He loves me. Just don't say nothin' that will get us in trouble. In fact - say a whole lot of nothin' at all, okay sweetie?" Sissy asked, you were so exhausted, you could only nod.
"good girl. my good girl. Here, let me calm your nerves." Sissy spoke, pressing her lips to yours once again, this time more intoxicating than the last, poison spittle made its way down your throat, and you swallowed every last drop.
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