Trustworthy?
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,051
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Nightmare on Elm Street movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Surprise!
**Thanks to the person who added a review like, half an hour after I posted the first chapter! You rock! Here's Chapter 2: Surprise!**
Had she slept through the entire party? If so, where in the name of hell had he taken her? The whining clank of metal against metal stirred her from her mental search. It was only at that moment that she realized she must have been dreaming. This world was too surreal--too dirty and decrepit to actually exist--at least in her dimension. The metallic shriek sounded again, causing her to sit up and lash out into the darkness.
“Shit! Who’s there?!”
“Is it really a matter of who? I could be anything. Death, love, fear, ecstasy.”
The voice ceased with a purr. Olivia bit down upon her lower lip, trembling while wrapping her arms around her
likeness.
She halted due to the surprise that her clothes had gone missing. All that clad her supple form was a thin, cloth that smelled faintly of Keenan’s cologne. It was quickly taken for granted, being ripped off and thrown away in disgust, due to the slimy feel it left on her skin.
In a mess of images, the scenery changed and Olivia found herself secured to a metal table, large bolts digging into her back, causing her to wince and groan.
“Come out… I’m scared.”
“You little cunt, you’ve got nothing to be afraid of yet. The voice now had a body, or rather, a pile of shadows in human shape. A sliver of light caught her attention as its right hand rose.
The shadows seemed to pull away, revealing his visage. Burned scar-tissue covered all she could decipher. Before she could observe further, she was taken aback by the vivid whip of green and red across her eyes, then blackness. She could feel the cold, moist material on her face.
Blindfolded and bound at the whim of the mysterious man, she cried out.
“Who are you?!”
“They call me Freddy. Welcome to Elm Street, bitch.” He maintained a haughty tone, and before she knew it, there was a warm breath making its way down her neck, “I believe I owe you a greeting.”
Her body was tantalized, tingling as sharp metal glided down her bare stomach. She couldn’t stop herself from groaning. Freddy drew back, confused by her antics, though only for a brief moment.
He smirked.
“You shouldn’t accept drinks from strangers. No telling what kind of mess it could get you into.” A rough, gloved hand trailed up her thigh, a pair of digits sliding into her without consent. She writhed in pleasure beneath him, hot and ready against her will. Yet now, she realized that she was paying the consequences for her stupidity through this dream world molestation.
“It’s not common to come upon bitches your age who haven’t already been fucked. Still got your hymen, too. I’m afraid that won’t last long, you little slut.”
Her mind told her to rebel, to refuse what he was offering, yet the tiny pill had taken her body hostage. She pulled him forward, her mouth agape as a satisfied yelp emitted from her throat.
As though it wasn’t already obvious, the drug had he Fre Freddy’s whim.
**On the Chapter 3: Uncontrollable. Please R&R!**
Had she slept through the entire party? If so, where in the name of hell had he taken her? The whining clank of metal against metal stirred her from her mental search. It was only at that moment that she realized she must have been dreaming. This world was too surreal--too dirty and decrepit to actually exist--at least in her dimension. The metallic shriek sounded again, causing her to sit up and lash out into the darkness.
“Shit! Who’s there?!”
“Is it really a matter of who? I could be anything. Death, love, fear, ecstasy.”
The voice ceased with a purr. Olivia bit down upon her lower lip, trembling while wrapping her arms around her
likeness.
She halted due to the surprise that her clothes had gone missing. All that clad her supple form was a thin, cloth that smelled faintly of Keenan’s cologne. It was quickly taken for granted, being ripped off and thrown away in disgust, due to the slimy feel it left on her skin.
In a mess of images, the scenery changed and Olivia found herself secured to a metal table, large bolts digging into her back, causing her to wince and groan.
“Come out… I’m scared.”
“You little cunt, you’ve got nothing to be afraid of yet. The voice now had a body, or rather, a pile of shadows in human shape. A sliver of light caught her attention as its right hand rose.
The shadows seemed to pull away, revealing his visage. Burned scar-tissue covered all she could decipher. Before she could observe further, she was taken aback by the vivid whip of green and red across her eyes, then blackness. She could feel the cold, moist material on her face.
Blindfolded and bound at the whim of the mysterious man, she cried out.
“Who are you?!”
“They call me Freddy. Welcome to Elm Street, bitch.” He maintained a haughty tone, and before she knew it, there was a warm breath making its way down her neck, “I believe I owe you a greeting.”
Her body was tantalized, tingling as sharp metal glided down her bare stomach. She couldn’t stop herself from groaning. Freddy drew back, confused by her antics, though only for a brief moment.
He smirked.
“You shouldn’t accept drinks from strangers. No telling what kind of mess it could get you into.” A rough, gloved hand trailed up her thigh, a pair of digits sliding into her without consent. She writhed in pleasure beneath him, hot and ready against her will. Yet now, she realized that she was paying the consequences for her stupidity through this dream world molestation.
“It’s not common to come upon bitches your age who haven’t already been fucked. Still got your hymen, too. I’m afraid that won’t last long, you little slut.”
Her mind told her to rebel, to refuse what he was offering, yet the tiny pill had taken her body hostage. She pulled him forward, her mouth agape as a satisfied yelp emitted from her throat.
As though it wasn’t already obvious, the drug had he Fre Freddy’s whim.
**On the Chapter 3: Uncontrollable. Please R&R!**