Blood and Sex
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G through L › House of 1000 Corpses
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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4,071
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1
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Remembering and Affection
Chapter 13 - Remembering and affection.
“Shut the fuck up!” Otis bitched slapped the scream woman so hard she fell off the chair.
Lee made a sobbing, choked noise, then just laid still. Her breath came in sobbing gasps, sending her body shaking ever few seconds.
“Damn! A pig being slaughtered sounds better than that God awfully noise.” Ryek shook her head, trying to get rid of the ringing still resounding in her ears.
The two stood over Lee, watching her. She laid stock still, though her sobs still raked through her boney frame.
Matt’s heart had finally stopped pumping blood out of the jagged hole in his throat. The blood just oozed out now. A last dying breath gurgled from his mouth, causing a bloody bubble to pop. His head lolled forward. The life now gone from his body.
Recognition flashed through Ryek’s eyes. She knew him. Knew them both, but wouldn’t dare let them know she had recognized them. It had been a couple years and her own appearance had changed. But the hatred of the fat bastard and the place they both worked, was still there. She had spent months trying to recover from that horrible time not so long ago.
Her face flushed as the anger rose. She gritted her teeth, fists clenching and unclenching as everything that they had done to her came boiling to the surfaces.
He shouldn’t have been allowed to stay. They should have fired him, fired them both.
She ripped the gun away from Otis. With a scream of rage she emptied the magazine, point blank into the fat torso of the dead body in front of her. The lifeless body jumped as the .45 caliber bullets tore through flesh, fat and muscle.
Lee started screaming again. Ryek turned her rage on her.
“Shut the hell up, you fucking slutty bitch.” She kicked her repeatedly until the woman fell silent.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, smearing her already smeared make-up even more.
Breathing heavily, Ryek stared at the younger woman on the floor. Otis came up beside her, and almost gently took the gun from her shaking hand. She turned and glared at him. Otis met her stare with his own.
This time, she turned on him, taking what rage she had left out on the man before her, who had taken his out on her before.
She wrenched the knife from his hand, knocking the gun out of his other, almost too easily.
She presses the knife to his chest, slightly piercing the pale flesh. Otis remained still, curiously watching her.
“Strip, now.” Otis quickly dropped his pants.
She wrapped a foot around his ankle, pushing with her hands, pulling with her foot, she knocked him to the ground. She pressed him to the floor with her free foot, and swiftly wriggled out of her own pants.
Dropping to her knees, she straddled his waist, plunging him deep inside her. The knife was now pressed to his throat, once again drawing blood. She leaned down and kissed him hard, yet passionately. She moved her mouth to his neck, biting and nibbling as she went. All the while grinding his hips into him, with hard thrusts, taking him in as deep as she could. With a gasp she sat up, her thrusting becoming faster. Otis moaned below her, and as their hips moved together, faster, the friction brought them quickly to extacy.
Without skipping a beat, Otis grabbed her hand, twisting her wrist and causing her to drop the knife. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her to him. Their lips connected once more, and he kissed her more passionately than he had ever before, anyone before. Their mouths, moved together almost as one.
Temporally forgotten, Lee watched the whole thing through glistening eyes. Fresh tears filled and overflowed back down the almost dry trails from before. She knew now that Matt had never shown that sort of affection for her or that much passion. She realized despite what he had said, about how they would always be together, and how much he loved her, she had just only been another “fuck” for him.
“Shut the fuck up!” Otis bitched slapped the scream woman so hard she fell off the chair.
Lee made a sobbing, choked noise, then just laid still. Her breath came in sobbing gasps, sending her body shaking ever few seconds.
“Damn! A pig being slaughtered sounds better than that God awfully noise.” Ryek shook her head, trying to get rid of the ringing still resounding in her ears.
The two stood over Lee, watching her. She laid stock still, though her sobs still raked through her boney frame.
Matt’s heart had finally stopped pumping blood out of the jagged hole in his throat. The blood just oozed out now. A last dying breath gurgled from his mouth, causing a bloody bubble to pop. His head lolled forward. The life now gone from his body.
Recognition flashed through Ryek’s eyes. She knew him. Knew them both, but wouldn’t dare let them know she had recognized them. It had been a couple years and her own appearance had changed. But the hatred of the fat bastard and the place they both worked, was still there. She had spent months trying to recover from that horrible time not so long ago.
Her face flushed as the anger rose. She gritted her teeth, fists clenching and unclenching as everything that they had done to her came boiling to the surfaces.
He shouldn’t have been allowed to stay. They should have fired him, fired them both.
She ripped the gun away from Otis. With a scream of rage she emptied the magazine, point blank into the fat torso of the dead body in front of her. The lifeless body jumped as the .45 caliber bullets tore through flesh, fat and muscle.
Lee started screaming again. Ryek turned her rage on her.
“Shut the hell up, you fucking slutty bitch.” She kicked her repeatedly until the woman fell silent.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, smearing her already smeared make-up even more.
Breathing heavily, Ryek stared at the younger woman on the floor. Otis came up beside her, and almost gently took the gun from her shaking hand. She turned and glared at him. Otis met her stare with his own.
This time, she turned on him, taking what rage she had left out on the man before her, who had taken his out on her before.
She wrenched the knife from his hand, knocking the gun out of his other, almost too easily.
She presses the knife to his chest, slightly piercing the pale flesh. Otis remained still, curiously watching her.
“Strip, now.” Otis quickly dropped his pants.
She wrapped a foot around his ankle, pushing with her hands, pulling with her foot, she knocked him to the ground. She pressed him to the floor with her free foot, and swiftly wriggled out of her own pants.
Dropping to her knees, she straddled his waist, plunging him deep inside her. The knife was now pressed to his throat, once again drawing blood. She leaned down and kissed him hard, yet passionately. She moved her mouth to his neck, biting and nibbling as she went. All the while grinding his hips into him, with hard thrusts, taking him in as deep as she could. With a gasp she sat up, her thrusting becoming faster. Otis moaned below her, and as their hips moved together, faster, the friction brought them quickly to extacy.
Without skipping a beat, Otis grabbed her hand, twisting her wrist and causing her to drop the knife. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her to him. Their lips connected once more, and he kissed her more passionately than he had ever before, anyone before. Their mouths, moved together almost as one.
Temporally forgotten, Lee watched the whole thing through glistening eyes. Fresh tears filled and overflowed back down the almost dry trails from before. She knew now that Matt had never shown that sort of affection for her or that much passion. She realized despite what he had said, about how they would always be together, and how much he loved her, she had just only been another “fuck” for him.