A Victim's POV

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 3

I had fallen asleep again. Sleep was the only way to escape this horrible reality I was in but even in my sleep I couldn’t escape the terrifying images that ran through my mind. In my dreams I’d see the woman who had been killed right in front me. She would scream for help and blame me for her death, asking why didn’t you help me? Or I’d see Otis, this angel of death laughing, waving a knife at me saying you’ll love me when you’re dead.

Something woke me up. I immediately lifted my head and took a look around the room. No Otis and the corpse was gone to. The knife that had been stuck into the bed was moved and now laying on the desk along with a gun. Nothing else in the room seemed out of place.

Shortly I heard voices. I could make out that one of them was Otis but I couldn’t tell what was being said. He was talking to another man and they were laughing. Then I heard a door slam shut.

“TINY!” Yelled Otis. “Goddamnit, TINY!”

I could hear him walking, his footstep were heavy and fast pace. He stopped right in front of the door but didn’t come in. I heard a knock but it was on different door. There was another room right across the hall.

“Yeah?” A woman answer.

“Where the fuck is Tiny?” Otis asked.

The woman must have opened the door to the room because I could now hear the soft mumble of music.

“I don’t know where he is. Did you ask Mama?” she said. I could tell from her giggling that it was the same woman who had told me to shut up earlier.

“Fuck.” Otis said in a tone and then I heard him walk off.

A few minutes later I could hear footsteps again. The door flung open. Otis was carrying the limp body of a female, who had long red hair. He walked over and dropped her roughly on floor in a corner of the room. She was breathing but unconscious.

“Did you find him?” The woman Otis had been talking to was now standing in the door way. She was young and very pretty. Her hair was blonde and curly.

“No.” Otis said in a mocking tone.

“Did you check out there at the stump?” Before she could finish she was laughing in a giggly tone.

Otis started laughing. It was a raspy laugh but he general seemed amused by the question.

“Woo.” He said still laughing then he took on a more serious tone. “Look, when you see him, you tell him I want those bodies gone by morning. Now get the fuck outta here, I got work to do.”

The girl stuck her tongue out at Otis then turned and shut the door behind herself.

Otis walked behind a curtain that was blocking off part of the room. He stayed back there at less an hour only coming out every now and then to get things off his desk. One time he got a few paint brushes then the knife. Another time he came out and put on his cowboy hat and went right back to work. From time to time he would whistle little tunes.

I was staring off in a daze when Otis pulled the curtain open and walked over to the bed. Without hesitation he cut me lose from the bed, feet first then my arms. My first initial action was to move but my body was so numb and stiff I couldn’t. He turned me over; I was now on back and I have to admit, it felt nice.

I was getting feel back into my body and started to struggle even though my mind was still in a daze. He hit me across the face hard. Everything went black for a second then I felt him hit me again. The second hit was like a splash of cold water. I was wide awake, my senses alert.

Otis was on top of me tying my hands together. I tried to wiggle free but he was too strong. Finally getting my hands tied he then pulled me up and scooted me forward. I was in between sitting up and lying down, with my back resting on the headboard. Next he lifted my arms above my head and tied them to headboard. The whole time I was struggling, trying to get my legs free to kick but Otis had sat on them putting all his weigh into it.

Otis had a smirk on his face the whole time. He appeared to be somewhere between amused and turned on as he cut my gag off and threw it across the room. Before I could scream or make any sound he kissed me. I tried to pull away but couldn’t. It was a forceful kiss almost as if he was trying to make it hurt. He tasted like tequila causing me to lick my lips after he had stopped the kiss and pulled away.

Otis grinned. “You liked that didn’t you, you little whore?”

I said nothing.

“Now,” he spoke calmly. “If I get off your legs and you start kicking like a fuckin’ horse again I’ll just have to cut them off. You got me?”

I barely nodded yes and he got up. He looked around for a second before bending over and picking up his knife that had been pushed to the floor. He slid it in its case which was on his belt and then got back on bed.
Otis pulled my underwear off and spread my legs apart putting one on either side of him. He started at my knees and began running his hand up my body. His touch was soft yet deadly. It gave me chills as he moved from my thighs, to my waist, then stomach, then breast and finally my neck. He pulled back from me, staring at me then he took off his cowboy and put it on me. I shook my head trying to knock it off.

“Leave it.” He growled as he pointed at me.

He then took off his shirt exposing the bat-skulk tattoo I had seen earlier.

Lending in, he started to kiss me again pushing his tongue as deep as he could into my mouth. His hand started to rub my right breast then slightly pinching my nipple causing me to tense up. Never once did he stop kissing me as his hand moved from my breast down my body. He started to rub my clit. I was surprised by my reaction of opening my legs wider. As terrified as I was, your body is programmed to react a certain way under certain circumstances.

Otis pulled away from me making an amused half grunt half laugh sound.

After adjusting my legs to suit his needs, he unbutton and unzipped his pants pulling them down just enough so he could fuck me. He didn’t waste anytime getting to it. Otis was thrusting as hard as he could inside me. At one point I slid up just a little bit which caused him to violently grab a hold to me, making sure I couldn’t move. My body was reacting to him being inside me. Pleasure was beginning to build, I could feel myself tensing up and so could Otis.

He sat up slightly, still fucking me. I watched as he went for his knife. I closed my eyes tightly, started to cry and began struggling. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, like a cramp you get in your side, and then I felt the length of the blade slide out of my chest and then go back in…