A Victim's POV
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Category:
G through L › House of 1000 Corpses
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,849
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own House of 1000 Corpses, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I'm going to die
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 2
The tall, white headed man was gone for the moment. Before he left the room, locking the door behind him, he had spent some time sitting at his desk writing in what appeared to be journal. I watched him as he did this.
He wore pants only and they were covered in blood. I could see his skin was pale and pasty from the few spots that hadn’t been covered in blood. He was a slender man but healthy looking.
As he wrote he would get up and walk around the room thinking to himself. Then go back to writing as if he had never stopped. I saw a skull-bat like tattoo on his chest at one point.
The image of this man kept running threw my mind as I laid there helpless with a corpse lying across my legs. Would he be the last person I would see? Or would someone find me and save me? Oh god, I hope he doesn’t come back. My eyes watered up with tears again.
I watched as the sunlight that filled the room slowly turned into darkness. From time to time I could hear mumbled voices. It sounded like people were talking then it would break into laughing and giggling. Clearly there were more people in the house besides me, the white headed man and this corpse.
“Otis?” a woman’s voice was right outside the locked door.
*knock*
“Otis, you in there?”
“Ahhmmmmm.” I tried to scream but nothing more than a loud high pitch moan came out.
“Hey! You shut up in there.” The woman said with a giggle then yelling, “Naw, Otis ain’t up here mama.”
The first thing that went through my mind was they know you’re in here/i] but the one second of hope I had was washed away as a voice in my head said[i] but no one cares.
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My eyes opened wide as I heard the door being unlocked. It couldn’t have been less than an hour since the woman had knocked on the door looking for this man, Otis. And there he was.
He shut the door behind himself and walked right over to the bed. He dropped something on it. I didn’t move or make a sound. Then he took off the cowboy hat he was wearing and flung it on me. It landed on my back and rolled off.
He walked around the room picking up this and that before he turned on a bright light. I blinked my eyes and turned my head almost as a natural reflex. I heard Otis walk back and forth a few more time, at one point dropping something and cussing about. He finally came over to the bed again.
I felt a warm hand brush the back of my neck then grab a whole to my hair forcefully pulling my head up.
“You fuckin’ awake bitch?” Otis said.
I immediately started crying and struggling to get loose.
“I guess so.” He said letting go of my hair.
I buried my face into the bed.
He crawled on top of me putting his legs on either side of my body. He started rubbing my back, almost like he was petting my skin. He moved his hand slowly up my back to my neck then down my left arm. He was breathing heavy. He stopped for a moment only to push the corpse that was still lying across my legs onto the floor.
I felt his touch again. It made my skin crawl.
Out of nowhere I felt the burning pain of a knife. He was making very shallow cut into my back. I started to fill my own blood run down my side right before he began rubbing my skin again. He was smearing the blood over my skin and his own. Every now and then he would grab my hair making me cry out even more.
I just laid there helpless. He was having his way with me; I would soon be dead like the other woman.
I felt a warm sensation moving up my back, to my neck and then I realized he was licking me. He pulled my head back and licked my ear. My eyes were closed in fear.
“Open your eyes.” Otis growled.
I did as he said, revealing a large hunting knife in front of my face. He could see the terror in my eyes.
I felt the cold blade press up against my cheek then that familiar sting. As the Blood ran down my face he licked it, clearly getting off from the taste of blood. He threw my head back down on the bed. I screamed as he stabbed the knife into the bed, freeing up his hands. He slipped them under me, feeling of my breast.
I could feel him press up against me, his dick was hard. His hands made their way down my body until they were in my underwear. He was rubbing and feeling his way around as he pleased. As he started to finger me he unzipped his pants. He began rubbing himself slowly then faster as he continued to fingered me. Then out of nowhere he stopped and got off the bed.
I didn’t stop crying or even look to see what was happening but within seconds I heard Otis moaning and breathing heavy. He had finished with me for the time being and went back to fucking the corpse.
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 2
The tall, white headed man was gone for the moment. Before he left the room, locking the door behind him, he had spent some time sitting at his desk writing in what appeared to be journal. I watched him as he did this.
He wore pants only and they were covered in blood. I could see his skin was pale and pasty from the few spots that hadn’t been covered in blood. He was a slender man but healthy looking.
As he wrote he would get up and walk around the room thinking to himself. Then go back to writing as if he had never stopped. I saw a skull-bat like tattoo on his chest at one point.
The image of this man kept running threw my mind as I laid there helpless with a corpse lying across my legs. Would he be the last person I would see? Or would someone find me and save me? Oh god, I hope he doesn’t come back. My eyes watered up with tears again.
I watched as the sunlight that filled the room slowly turned into darkness. From time to time I could hear mumbled voices. It sounded like people were talking then it would break into laughing and giggling. Clearly there were more people in the house besides me, the white headed man and this corpse.
“Otis?” a woman’s voice was right outside the locked door.
*knock*
“Otis, you in there?”
“Ahhmmmmm.” I tried to scream but nothing more than a loud high pitch moan came out.
“Hey! You shut up in there.” The woman said with a giggle then yelling, “Naw, Otis ain’t up here mama.”
The first thing that went through my mind was they know you’re in here/i] but the one second of hope I had was washed away as a voice in my head said[i] but no one cares.
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My eyes opened wide as I heard the door being unlocked. It couldn’t have been less than an hour since the woman had knocked on the door looking for this man, Otis. And there he was.
He shut the door behind himself and walked right over to the bed. He dropped something on it. I didn’t move or make a sound. Then he took off the cowboy hat he was wearing and flung it on me. It landed on my back and rolled off.
He walked around the room picking up this and that before he turned on a bright light. I blinked my eyes and turned my head almost as a natural reflex. I heard Otis walk back and forth a few more time, at one point dropping something and cussing about. He finally came over to the bed again.
I felt a warm hand brush the back of my neck then grab a whole to my hair forcefully pulling my head up.
“You fuckin’ awake bitch?” Otis said.
I immediately started crying and struggling to get loose.
“I guess so.” He said letting go of my hair.
I buried my face into the bed.
He crawled on top of me putting his legs on either side of my body. He started rubbing my back, almost like he was petting my skin. He moved his hand slowly up my back to my neck then down my left arm. He was breathing heavy. He stopped for a moment only to push the corpse that was still lying across my legs onto the floor.
I felt his touch again. It made my skin crawl.
Out of nowhere I felt the burning pain of a knife. He was making very shallow cut into my back. I started to fill my own blood run down my side right before he began rubbing my skin again. He was smearing the blood over my skin and his own. Every now and then he would grab my hair making me cry out even more.
I just laid there helpless. He was having his way with me; I would soon be dead like the other woman.
I felt a warm sensation moving up my back, to my neck and then I realized he was licking me. He pulled my head back and licked my ear. My eyes were closed in fear.
“Open your eyes.” Otis growled.
I did as he said, revealing a large hunting knife in front of my face. He could see the terror in my eyes.
I felt the cold blade press up against my cheek then that familiar sting. As the Blood ran down my face he licked it, clearly getting off from the taste of blood. He threw my head back down on the bed. I screamed as he stabbed the knife into the bed, freeing up his hands. He slipped them under me, feeling of my breast.
I could feel him press up against me, his dick was hard. His hands made their way down my body until they were in my underwear. He was rubbing and feeling his way around as he pleased. As he started to finger me he unzipped his pants. He began rubbing himself slowly then faster as he continued to fingered me. Then out of nowhere he stopped and got off the bed.
I didn’t stop crying or even look to see what was happening but within seconds I heard Otis moaning and breathing heavy. He had finished with me for the time being and went back to fucking the corpse.