Trustworthy?
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,052
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.
Uncontrollable
**As promised, Chapter 3, Uncontrollable**
She found herself unbound, lashing out blindly in his general direction before making contact with a hand. Her knuckles split under the pressure of the blades against her tender flesh, causing her to shriek and once more fall obedient.
Keenan leaned down over her, taking in her scent while grinning wryly. He gazed down upon her nude form before sliding between her thighs. A hand drew close to her breast, savoring the warm glow flowing over his fingertips before placing his hand upon it. He squeezed gently, smiling. Buried in lust, he failed to notice as four bleeding welts that had formed above her breast.
She yelped, wrapping her arms around the mysterious malefactor, much to her own surprise.
“Warming up? You want it, you little bitch, don‘t you?” His hands made their way to her sides, jerking her body towards him, causing her to start and whine, “S-stop…!”
“Your mind says ‘no,” but your body says ‘fuck me, Freddy.’”
The surroundings changed again, melting rapidly into what looked to be a makeshift bedroom. She whined in satisfaction as the blindfold was removed, opening her eyes and meeting Freddy no more than three inches from her face. She stifled a terrified scream, only ending with a surprised gasp. In an attempt to further suppress her terror, she turned her head awayly tly to come upon a television, dusty and busted on a weathered table.
Harmless, right?
It flickered on, startling her once more with vibrant splashes of color, quite unexpected from such an old model. It flew through channels rapidly, small bits of sound escaping to create a symphonious manifestation of her every day life.
With her heart beat hastened, the set fell still and silent, before switching on an instant later to portray a very familiar scene.
It was the bedroom in which she was drugged. Keenan sat atop her, fulfilling his needs by simply trailing a finger across her skin. It hit her then, that this current environment was a deteriorating version of the very same room she watched on the broken television.
Keenan was too drunk to notice as a another red welt followed the movements of his finger.
“Easily satisfied, isn’t he? Don’t you wish I would say the same for myself, but I’m afraid it takes more than that to quench my cravings. And yours.”
She had failed to pay any consideration to his lecture, in reverie of the image she witnessed on the TV set. Keenan slid his right hand to the small of her back and she winced as Freddy did the same with that talon gloved hand. With her attention once again on him, he grinned, charmingly nefarious teeth displayed in two neat rows.
“Things are heating up. We’ll follow his lead and see where he decides to go.”
*Chapter 4: Sweet, Sweet Sixteen is in the making. Please R&R!**
She found herself unbound, lashing out blindly in his general direction before making contact with a hand. Her knuckles split under the pressure of the blades against her tender flesh, causing her to shriek and once more fall obedient.
Keenan leaned down over her, taking in her scent while grinning wryly. He gazed down upon her nude form before sliding between her thighs. A hand drew close to her breast, savoring the warm glow flowing over his fingertips before placing his hand upon it. He squeezed gently, smiling. Buried in lust, he failed to notice as four bleeding welts that had formed above her breast.
She yelped, wrapping her arms around the mysterious malefactor, much to her own surprise.
“Warming up? You want it, you little bitch, don‘t you?” His hands made their way to her sides, jerking her body towards him, causing her to start and whine, “S-stop…!”
“Your mind says ‘no,” but your body says ‘fuck me, Freddy.’”
The surroundings changed again, melting rapidly into what looked to be a makeshift bedroom. She whined in satisfaction as the blindfold was removed, opening her eyes and meeting Freddy no more than three inches from her face. She stifled a terrified scream, only ending with a surprised gasp. In an attempt to further suppress her terror, she turned her head awayly tly to come upon a television, dusty and busted on a weathered table.
Harmless, right?
It flickered on, startling her once more with vibrant splashes of color, quite unexpected from such an old model. It flew through channels rapidly, small bits of sound escaping to create a symphonious manifestation of her every day life.
With her heart beat hastened, the set fell still and silent, before switching on an instant later to portray a very familiar scene.
It was the bedroom in which she was drugged. Keenan sat atop her, fulfilling his needs by simply trailing a finger across her skin. It hit her then, that this current environment was a deteriorating version of the very same room she watched on the broken television.
Keenan was too drunk to notice as a another red welt followed the movements of his finger.
“Easily satisfied, isn’t he? Don’t you wish I would say the same for myself, but I’m afraid it takes more than that to quench my cravings. And yours.”
She had failed to pay any consideration to his lecture, in reverie of the image she witnessed on the TV set. Keenan slid his right hand to the small of her back and she winced as Freddy did the same with that talon gloved hand. With her attention once again on him, he grinned, charmingly nefarious teeth displayed in two neat rows.
“Things are heating up. We’ll follow his lead and see where he decides to go.”
*Chapter 4: Sweet, Sweet Sixteen is in the making. Please R&R!**