LORI'S NIGHTMARE

Chapter Nine: Obsessed

Sorry this one took so long to write, but it was a hard one. I had three choices on how this story could go with this chapter. I finally decided to stay true to the spirit of Freddy Krueger as I think that it’s part of his appeal. This chapter contains strong sexual content and violence, you have been warned…
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You let me violate you ….
You let me desecrate you…..
You let me penetrate you….
You let me complicate you….
Closer – Nine Inch Nails

Lori opened her eyes slowly, looking around the room. She was still in the hospital. Turning over on her own bed, she glanced at her alarm clock; four in the morning.
The pills must have been still in her system for she should have dreamed. Sighing, she stood, rubbing her eyes as she could feel her stupidity and anguish filling her. How could she have been so stupid as to have wanted to dream, to go to his world willingly?
“Stupid,” she muttered to herself as she headed for her bathroom. She flicked on the light and stood in front of the sink, looking at herself in the mirror.
What a mess, was all that came to her mind as she turned the little silver knob to let cool water flow into the basin. The feeling of the water filtering through her hands awakened her senses, erasing the grogginess. Suddenly, she wanted more. She wanted to have water wash over her completely, removing those previous moments of insanity. Removing her shorts and thin T-shirt, she turned on the shower, testing the water. Satisfied, she removed her panties and stepped into the steaming walk-in shower, closing the tinted glass door behind her.
The water felt amazing. She let the powerful jets work at the knotted muscles of her neck and back before turning around to wash her hair with her favorite strawberry scented shampoo. Copious amounts of steam billowed around her as the large shower filled with it. She rinsed her hair, feeling each strand through her fingers. It had gotten longer and felt much softer than usual. Much longer than what was normal too. When was the last time she had gotten it cut?
“Wish I had some scissors,” she thought allowed, trying to think of how many inches she wanted to remove.
“Will these work?” said a guttural voice from directly behind her. Before she could turn, before she could think, her entire body was slammed up against the wall face first, completely pinned by another more powerful body, blades glinting against the wall.
She gasped and began to shutter with fear as he moved into the nape of her neck, his lips by her ear. “I think you could definitely use a cut, Bitch. Let me help you out!”
With that he lifted her off the floor in one fluid movement and launched her into the glass door. She broke through it completely, sending shards flying. But, instead of landing on the floor of her own bathroom, she fell onto a cold tiled floor, glass glittering all round her.
The pain was intense. She screamed out as what felt like thousands of tiny needles buried themselves into her skin. She glanced around her; she was in what look like an old school communal shower room, shower heads along the walls with no separators or curtains. More pain pulled her away from viewing the room. There was a larger shard embedded in her leg where she had landed, blood now oozing down her calf. She reached down and pulled it out, cursing loudly at the pain.
“Such language for a little whore. Maybe I should have you hold your tongue,” he flicked his blades in the notion to cut out her tongue and present it her. She cringed and began backing away from him, causing more pain from the piercing glass. Pulling herself into a crouching position, She looked for a door or a way out. She was trapped once again.
But, isn’t this what you wanted, to end this?
She stood slowly, eyes on him. He also watched her intently. “Been drugged out Bitch? Couldn’t stand dreaming anymore? Four weeks of nothing and you forget to take your fucking pills. Well, you’re mine now, bitch. And you’re never leaving.”
“I didn’t forget…”
He glared at her. “What?”
She looked down at the floor, ashamed at what she was about to admit to this monster. “I…I didn’t forget. I threw the Hypnocil away. I…wanted….t…to…dream.”
Silence…
“Well, well, are we sentimental? Did we miss Freddy?” he mocked, laughing maniacally at her now blushing form. She was not going to take this.
“NO! You did this to me Krueger! You made me this…fucked up creature. I want it to end. Kill me now, you bastard! Stop fucking with me!”
He flicked his blades, placing all four along the wall of the shower room, trailing them along the tiles. The sound was nerve racking. “I haven’t fucked with you yet, bitch. You haven’t begun to be fucked with. Although,” he made a swift movement with his blades and she was jerked off her feet by an invisible force and slammed against the wall, “you are pretty fucked up for coming back to me. Guess you really enjoyed being Freddy’s whore.”
She was slammed against the wall again and again. Every time she hit she prayed for each one to be her last. But she knew that she could withstand a lot, she had in the past.
He was closer now, blades ready to strike. The force that had slammed her against the wall now held her there, unable to move, choking off her cries. “Please, end this…” was all she could get out of her mouth.
He cocked his head to the side, looking at her grinning. “But that is not what you want. You could have done that yourself, Bitch. You could have easily slit…. (He slid his index blade over her forearm) your…. (another cut to the arm) wrists…” he emphasized with yet another cut, each now dripping blood onto the tiled floor.
Lori cried now, it was happening all over again. She knew now that this was not what she wanted. She really didn’t know what she wanted, but it wasn’t this. She had had enough of this pain.
“No!” she screamed, and he stopped. He was watching her again intently as she panted against the wall, trying to regain her composure.
“What’s wrong Lori, feeling a little….obsessed with me?”
She looked up and he was there, pressed against her, his face just an inches from her own. She could not answer him, not now.
She now had a word to her feelings.
She WAS obsessed….
It wasn’t love, it wasn’t hate. It wasn’t even fear or insanity. It was an obsession…..
But why? This monster was by far the most hated creature in existence, a murderer and child molester that had killed her friends and had ruined her life forever. He had given her more scars than any other living thing and now….now she had willingly offered herself to him by not taking her medicine. Two simple little pills….
“You’ve let me violate you, desecrate you and abuse you and then you come back for more? I ‘d say that is a little obsessed, don’t you Lori?”
She shook her head in anguish. “What have you done to me?”
He slid his tongue up her cheek, tasting the salty-sweetness of her tears. “Nothing you didn’t ask for. Remember, you came to my world bitch. You were the one who entered Jason’s dream and fucked with me killing him.”
She turned her face from him as he spoke into her ear. “You were the one who willingly took a tranquilizer and fell asleep to come and get me. And now,” he traced his blades along her arm, “YOU were the one who came back to me yet again.”
He bit her ear hard, sucking on the lobe, breathing in the smell of her hair.
He froze. “You smell….different….”
Freddy leaned back, looking at her oddly. She felt him move away from her and she turned to look at him. He no longer had his blades ready to strike, they here flicking together at his side. She now focused on his face, seeing a look she had never seen before.
Confusion? Shock? At what?
They looked at each other in silence for a long moment. The confusion was now replaced on his face with a look of denial. “It can’t be…”
What the hell was he talking about? She waited patiently for him to strike, to cut her with his blades or his words but he just stood there, which in itself was torture. She suddenly felt the grip on her body slacken, letting her body slide down the wall in a heap.
“I think you need a bath,” he drawled, still looking at her with disbelieving eyes. And he vanished. Lori was stunned. He let her go? What was going on?
Without warning, all the showerheads in the room turned on full blast. Hot, scalding water began pouring down her back, burning her. She leaped to her feet, moving to the middle of the room, trying to avoid the jets of water now coming from everywhere. It reached her feet and was like standing in a boiling pot of water. She could feel her skin blistering as she hopped from one foot to the other.
“Stop!” she cried out to the emptiness, trying to not to the fall into the water that now blistered her feet.
Then she saw red. What was once scalding clear water was now blood spraying from every jet and onto the floor. This was not hot, but still was no comfort to her aching skin. Now the room filled even faster. With no door or drains, she was now going to drown in a room of blood. She treaded through the blood, reaching around the walls, pounding on them wildly. “No, not like this! I don’t want to drown like Jason!”
No answer. He’d left her to die, drowning in a pool of blood.
The blood was now to her waist, making it harder to move to the other side. Once there, she searched again aimlessly for a door, a window, anything. She pounded on the walls until her own blood began to trickle down her fists, mixing with the blood that was now to her shoulders. It was thick, like oil as it weighed her down. She reached up to one of the pipes connecting to a shower head, trying to pull herself closer to the top of the room and out of the blood. The pipe broke in two, sending her hurtling back down into the blood which now engulfed her completely. She kicked and thrashed frantically, trying to reach the surface. The blood was so thick; the room was filling so fast.
It was over. She could feel her lungs burning like they were going to explode with no air. Then, it was like a plug had been pulled and she was swept down even further, in a rapid current. Her feet broke surface with cold air and she then felt the blood whip away from her body, her face, her mouth. Life-giving air now filler lungs as she took in a ragged breath as she fell further into darkness and cold.
“Fallen for me, little piggy?” she heard his voice echo in the darkness. Laughter rang from all sides as she stopped falling, landing on something surprisingly soft. She opened her eyes to her own room, in her own bed, the little window now bathing her with moonlight. She sat upright, looking at her body. It was completely clean of all blood; even her wounds had scabbed over, almost as if they were starting to heal.
“Inviting me to a sleepover bitch? I am touched.”
Freddy was at her bathroom door, leaning against the frame. Chuckling, he moved toward the door to the hall, his eyes on her. “But we need more people; maybe I should invite someone too? Maybe….Will?”
Lori’s eyes widened. “No! No...please. I will do anything. Just….please…don’t hurt him. I can take it. I can take whatever you do to me. Just, not him. I owe him too much. Please.”
Freddy chuckled darkly, now moving toward her. “Well, well, this is a pleasant turn of events. Not only do I get a whore, but a gatekeeper to new children.”
She froze. “What?”
“You, my little whore, are going to bring me more. You are going to make me stronger. First, you are going to pull all the parents into your nightmares that had a hand in locking me away. You will be the key for my destruction of Jason and all the parents who tried to destroy me. Then you will give me all these fucked up little children in this place, so that no one will be able to hide from me. And in return,” he placed on knee on the bed, “I will let that little dick live. I will even make your death, when the time comes, as painless as falling asleep." He laughed, both his knees now on the bed. She slowly edged back on the bed as he moved toward her. She felt the cold wall on her bare back and knew she had nowhere to go.
"I...can't. I can't do that. I am not that fucked up yet. I...."
He moved quickly, grabbing her ankles and pulling her roughly toward him and around him, placing himself kneeling between her now spread legs. He then leaned forward, one hand on either side of her heaving chest.
“You want the assholes that locked you away as well to live?! To get away with it?! The ones who passed you off a just another fucked up little slut?! You want them to die just as much I do. Especially your bastard father who locked up your precious little Will?! He will rot in this place thanks to him, you know that, don’t you bitch?”
She looked into the eyes of the monster.
Those dangerous, dark.....intoxicating eyes.....
His body like marble against hers....warm....strong....powerful...deadly...
“Not like this…”
Freddy tilted his face toward her slowly, so slowly as he spoke.
"You will Lori. Or I will take everything from you....in one....swift....thrust..."
His lips crashed onto hers.
She felt the demon take over....
She allowed him to invade her mouth as she kissed him back roughly, actually surprising him slightly, but just slightly.

Freddy now knew he had made the right decision in keeping this little bitch alive that first time. He now had a way to get to his power, to the next generation of victims to fall by his blade. And in about eight months time he figured, he would be invincible. No one, not even Jason on his good day will be able to touch him. He will finally be able to reign over both worlds, living and dream. All thanks to this crazy fucked up little whore….
He pulled his lips away and looked down at her, seeing her eyes clouded with lust.
He grinned deviously, “Freddy’s Whore.”
She closed her eyes, whimpered as a single tear fell. He could tell she still fought this, fought what she had become. He liked fighters. It was no fun fucking a corpse or some whining little shit. He wanted her to know he was her world now. He was the dream master, and now he was her master as well.
“You are a whore, Lori. Remember that you came to me. You wanted me to rape you, to fuck you, to completely violate you. Now bitch, will you obey me and bring me what I want?”
She whimpered again and shook beneath him. She could only think of Will. Of him dead on the floor in pool of his blood. She would not let that happen, she owed him that for this betrayal. “Yes….”
His laughter rang out and vibrated the walls of the room, piercing her already torn soul.
“Good girl. Now….” he leaned away and back to his knees, kneeling on the bed, smiling widely as he moved his index blade of his glove, motioning her toward him.
“Come to Freddy….”
Lori had watched him move, watched him motion her forward. Her body now responded rapidly to his husky voice, the way he now waited for her to move. She felt her nipples harden, her core weep, her very being yearn for him. She was on her own knees. Moving slowly, stopping in front of him. His eyes were locked on hers, his face smug. The sound of fabric rustling and a metal clasp of a belt pulled her attention downward as she noticed with a gasp that it was not his hands now releasing his erection, but her very own. She did not even realize until she watched them move, unzipping the zipper and reaching inward. She looked back into the dark eyes, a self-satisfied grin crossing his face. He owned her. He controlled her very being, and if she did not obey him, she would lose everything.
“I…I…don’t want to...”
He grabbed her wrist and moved it forward as she felt him for the first time in her hand. He was smooth, the flesh scarred like the rest of him. Yet, he was rock hard and she barely could wrap her fingers around the shaft.
He groaned. “Now, my little whore,” he taunted as he grasped her head with both hands, careful of his blades, “Time to see if you spit or swallow….”
Her eyes widened in disgust. “No!” But he now forced her head downward, bending her down to the thing now pulsating in her grasp. Suddenly, the same invisible forces that had trapped her before, now began to force open her mouth into a wide ‘O’ He was forcing her mouth open, her body down. He slammed her down onto himself, his length filling her throat.
Lori had never felt so disgusted. The very taste of the flesh now filling her mouth made her want to vomit, but she couldn’t. The girth and dimension of it blocked her entire passageway from anything but air, and even that was difficult. She choked and winced as she tried to pull away, but his hands held her firmly in place as he began to thrust her own head, moving her along the shaft in an obscene rhythm.
She was nothing but a vessel for his lust, just another piece of flesh to do with as he pleased. Yet, for some sick, twisted reason, her very soul and body wanted him.
It felt like hours, but soon enough she felt something hot splash the back of her throat and pour into her mouth around the shaft. He pulled out and pushed her head away, forcing her flat on the bed. She cried out, closing her eyes as she coughed and gagged profusely at the horrible taste that now oozed down her throat to her stomach.
“Well, well, my little piggy swallows. You learn your lessons well. Now, let me show you what happens to good little whores that obey me.”
With that he crawled on top of her, positioning himself at her entrance. He grasped her hips tightly and plunged deep within her, making her gasp. She was wet and still deliciously tight around him, which made him even harder as he thrusted slowly and deliberately into her.
Lori, who had not expected him to want this just moments after their encounter was taken by surprise at the hardness at her entrance and even more shocked as it buried itself deep within her. The rhythm that followed made her forget her own name. He was brutal, yet slow. He was hard, yet agonizingly tender as he rotated his hips and found the spot within her that made her burn with the very fires of hell itself.
“My god….” she uttered as she felt his long tongue lavish her left nipple, taking it into his mouth and biting down. Her hands once again moved of their own accord as they reached for him. She tried to gain control of herself, tried to move past the terrible yet wonderful things his body did to her. She forced her hands to try to push him away, placed them on his red and green sweater and forces his chest back as he moved.
He chuckled darkly at this feeble attempt, and matched her restraint with his own dominance by pulling up both her legs even further, allowing him to go deeper. Yet, he was still careful not to go do deep. He did not want to cause her to lose his very ticket to the real world…..
Grinning broadly at the thought, he began to thrust a little faster, rotating his hips against her. He could feel her body tightening as it lost the battle and now prepared for its release. “That’s right bitch. I am your God now. You will do what I say or you will never….be…whole….again…” he said darkly, matching each word with a penetrating thrust.
She no longer pushed on his chest, but now grasped the course fabric in her hands, pulling him closer, her body now moving with its own natural rhythm. He placed his gloved hand on the wall behind them, bracing against it as he controlled their movements, keeping him from going too far inside.
The mattress creaked beneath them, the rhythm moving the bed frame off the wall where it has be thumping against it.
Faster…harder….
“Freddy…” she moaned to the night as she held onto to his sweater, gripping it for dear life as if it was the only thing holding her sanity.
And then he knew, without a doubt, he owned her soul.
“That’s right Lori. You’re mine….”
Her body didn’t care for nothing, absolutely nothing at this moment but him. It wanted nothing more. It had to have what it craved or she would suffer more internal pain than what he had done to her tonight.
It was willing to die for it…
It was willing to kill for it….
And it was willing to give him everything….

And it did.
The world splintered apart as she felt the spasm of release rip through her, her muscles vibrating around him violently.
He spilled himself once more within her as she writhed beneath him, making her lose herself yet again. The power of her orgasm causing her to cry out his name once again, music to his ears. He chuckled deeply as he was still within her, still joined.
Lori felt her hands slacken from their death grip on his sweater, falling back to the bed. She panted, feeling the waves crash over her like the sea, taking her breath away. Will had never done this, never made her burn; never made her scream…
Only him…
Only Freddy…
She was hollow inside without him.
She was fucked up in the head.
She was Obsessed…

“You’re a good fuck, my little whore. I think I will keep you around for a while. Just remember your lesson today in the shower room bitch,” his hands released her legs as he leaned in and grabbed a fist full of hair, pulling it hard and forcing her to cry out. She opened her eyes as the pain racked her skull, looking into the steel eyes now sneering at her. He pulled her off the bed, as he moved up on to his knees once more, pulling her in to his lap, their bodies still one. His other bladed hand now point his index blade close to her neck, the tip of it bring a droplet of blood to the surface where it touched.
“Don’t…FUCK….WITH….ME...AGAIN!”
He pushed her back into the mattress, pulling himself out and moving off the bed, adjusting his pants. She lay there, sobbing quietly. The ecstasy now gone, she was broken and could now feel the little embedded pieces of glass in her back and the bruises now forming from the repeated hits to the wall. The feeling once again of a thousand tiny needles burying themselves into her caused her to wail in agony.
He moved over her, whispering in her ear. “It’s not as bad as it could be Lori. Remember that. I can give you much, much more. You be surprised just how much a body can endure. Just stick to your job and the rest of our meetings can be this….pleasant.” He stepped back, striding to the bathroom door across the room.
“Oh, and Lori?” he said over his shoulder. She opened her eyes and turned her head to see him at the door. He turned slowly, his blades glinting in the light from the open door.
“Congratulations bitch. Hope he looks like me!”
His insane laughter was the last thing she heard as she woke in the shower where she had fallen asleep, the now cold water beating down on her.

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Well, I think this has to be the longest one I have written so far and also took the longest to write. You have no idea how many times I wrote and rewrote this as I went along. Well, please review. Also, if you are one to listen to music as you read, which I am, these are songs I listened to as I wrote this. I think they fit, don’t you?
Mouth (the Stingray Mix from the movie American Werewolf in Paris)…. by Bush
Closer ……by Nine Inch Nails.

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