A Victim's POV

Content Disclaimer: This story has violent rape scenes, violent murder scene and many other twisted things.

Character Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the films House of 1000 Corpses or The Devil's Reject; they belong to Mr. Zombie.


A Victim's POV - Chapter 1


When I came to I was gagged and face down in a bed. My arms were tied separately to each bed post, my legs the same. My clothes were removed, all except my underwear.

It was quiet. The kind of quiet that gives you chills up and down your spine. I opened my eyes slowly only to find myself in a dark room with just moon light coming through the window. I laid there a few more minutes listening for any sound of any kind. Nothing. I went to lift my head and the pain hit, making me closes my eyes. A wave of nausea came over me right before I passed out.

When I awoke the second time I was still tied to the bed but it was daylight now. I listened again and still I heard nothing. The painful headache was gone replaced by a new burning soreness. I lifted my head, looking at my arms. There were cuts all along them, nothing terribly deep or life threatening.

I lifted my head up as far as I could to get a good look around. The room was dirty; it was over run by junk. Draws and pictures were all over the walls. A knife was stuck into the wall opposite the bed. Books were stacked here and there, along with paper and paint brushes. It was creepy.

I moved my arms and legs a bit to see how well tied they were. There was no way of getting lose, the knocks were too tight. My gag was tied tight as well, almost to the point where it was cutting into my cheeks.

I was scared. Never had I been in such a helpless situation. You think to yourself, how I am going escape? Only to remind yourself that you can’t. Then it hit me, you’re going to die. An empty, horrifying feeling came over me as I started to cry.

It felt like days but it was only hours before I started to dose off into sleep.


“Mmm” I awoke with a startle.

Something was lying across my legs. It was heavy. Then I felt it move.

“Ahmmmm.” I screamed through my gag, moving what little bit I could.

“Well, fuck me.” A raspy male voice said in a humorous tone. “Looks like our little friend just woke up.”

From what I could see there was a tall, white headed man standing over the foot of the bed. He was manning a knife in one hand and a beer in the other. His attention was completely focused on the bound and gagged woman lying across my legs. I felt the bed shift as the man crawled onto the bed, causing me to cry even harder.

“Shut up, you.” He said slapping me on the ass, hard enough to sting. “It’s not your fuckin’ turn yet.”
I felt something cold on my back. He had laid the knife on me. I felt more movement, mainly the woman struggling. Then he grabbed the knife. I closed my eyes tight in anticipation to what was going to happen next.

“Oh god. No. Please No.” He had cut the woman’s gag off. She was speaking quietly as if she was scared she was going to upset the man.

“God? GOD?“ The man’s voice got louder. “Well, I’ll let you meet him if you fuckin’ want but first say hello to the FUCKIN’ BOOGYMAN.”

She started to scream. The knife went in clean and came out crimson red. She started to struggle even more but it became less and less every time the blade went in until finally it stopped. It was dead quiet. I could feel the warmth of the woman’s blood running over my legs. My crying had stopped and was replaced by a scene of shock.

I laid there with my eye closed thinking I was next.

Then I felt the man's weight shift. He had untied the corpse’s leg and spread them apart. Before I realized what was going on, the bed was moving with the man’s thrust. He was fucking the corpse. He started off fucking it hard and quick then he slowed down, taking his time, clearly enjoying himself. From time to time he would readjust the body to please his needs. I laid there still, quiet and in shock for at least an hour while he raped the woman’s corpse over and over again...................