Kat 💌

The cruel Texas heat burned down on your face. The only thing that made you feel lighter, were the company of your beloved friends. Laughter all around you while you drove through Texas.

There were five of you in total. There was Aaron, who drove you there and has been your friend since childhood. Sitting next to him was Laura, who was playing the music. Then there was Mike and Clara, who were a couple and couldn't keep their hands off each other in the back of the van. And, of course, there was you, sitting at the back of the van with Clara and Mike.

You tried to focuse on the music and ignore the two who were literly eating each other. Aaron was laughing when he saw the two of them not being able to stop. "You guys should get a room. Sadly for you i wouldn't wait for ya to be finished!", Aaron laughed.

Mike groaned annoyed and roled his eyes after he stopped devourering Clara. Who applied fresh lipstick onto her lips, after she smeared it all over Mike. Laura chuckled and put on the song "It's all over now" by Van Morrison.

You have been driving for quite some time now, so you figured you will stop soon to go to the toilett or something. Then a small shop came into view in the distance. “Aaron, can we stop there? The shop looks really cute,” Laura asked him. Aaron agreed to Laura's request and stopped in front of the shop. “We're not staying here long, are we?” Mike asked, somewhat annoyed. He didn't seem happy that Aaron had stopped, and only for a shop in the middle of nowhere.

Ignoring Mike, you climb out of the back of the van. Laura takes your hand and pulls you into the store with a big grin, Clara close behind. The young men stayed outside for a while and discussed something. A small bell rang as you entered the store. An elderly woman stood behind the counter smoking a cigarette. She wore glasses and a floral dress. “Do you need anything in particular, or can I help you in any way?” asked the old lady.

She bore a slight resemblance to your grandmother. You could almost feel her standing right in front of you. "Where's the restroom?" Clara asked. The old woman pointed to a door at the back. "Through the back entrance", she replied. Clara went through the back door and disappeared. You and Laura examined everything in the shop. Suddenly, Aaron and Mike appeared in the doorway. Mike still seemed angry and ignored the old woman standing behind the counter.

"You have a wonderful store, old lady", Aaron said. The woman only scoffed and continued to smoke her cigarette. Mike looked disgusted when he saw the rotten pig heads that were behind the glass of the counter. Now, even Laura had a look of disgust on her face. "Excuse me, could you please help me with something?", Aaron asked the Old Lady. He pulled out a map and placed it on the counter. You didn't register what they said because an old picture caught your attention.

You weren't entirely sure but it looked like a boy, his face covered with a mask. A question came to your mind. Why on earth would that boys face be hidden behind a mask? Maybe he was disabled, with a deformed face? Was he ashamed of it, and wore the mask to hide from the eyes of others? You weren't sure. But a little spark of curiosity awoke in you. “Y/N? Earth to Y/N.” Laura touched your shoulder and shook you gently. She must have been trying to talk to you for a while; her eyebrows were slightly raised.

But before you could open your mouth to answer, Laura, Clara stormed through the store. “This is all disgusting, I want us to leave!” she complained. The store door slammed behind her, and Mike followed her out. The old lady had a strange expression on her face that made you shudder a little. Aaron thanked the old lady, packed up the card, and looked at you and Laura. “Come on, let's go.” Laura and you followed Aaron out of the store. But you could still feel the old lady's gaze on your back. It was kind of weird. An alarm bell went off deep inside you, but you decided to ignore it.

Back in the car, you were with Mike and Clara, again in the back of the van. Clara's mood was low, as was Mike's. While the two of them started to get agitated, Aaron said that he had asked the old woman for directions, to make sure we didn't get lost. “And you believe what that old witch told you? No, thanks, man, I'd rather trust my inner compass than some shriveled old woman,” Mike complained. You gave him a dirty look. It wasn't polite to speak so disrespectfully about others. Even if you found the woman a little creepy, it wasn't okay to talk like that.

“Are you driving, or am I, Mike? I think I'm the one in charge here. Besides, I don't understand why you're in such a bad mood,” said Aaron. He took his eyes off the road and looked at Mike. It was only for a moment, before his eyes returned to the road. Meanwhile, Laura rummaged around for another cassette tape for us to listen to. Mike let out a grunt and crossed his arms. “That store was disgusting! Just like the bathroom. Guys, I'm telling you, it was like something out of a horror story,” Clara whined.

You could see Laura rolling her eyes and Aaron scoffed. You shook your head. “Guys, why don't you take us seriously? There was definitely something fishy about that place,” Mike asked. He still seemed upset, and leaned forward toward Aaron and Laura. “Aaron, I just want you to take me seriously,” said Mike. Aaron turned his head to get a better look at Mike. Laura's gaze was fixed on the landscape. “Of course I take you seriously, Mike. Sometimes, you just get on my nerves,” replied Aaron. With a grin, he turned his head back to the road.

“Watch out!” you shouted. There was a cow standing on the road, and Aaron tried to evade, but it was too late. The car crashed into the cow at full speed, tearing it apart. Its blood was now all over the hood, and parts of it were scattered across the road. The car came to an abrupt halt, and the only thing you could hear was your racing heartbeat in your ears and Clara's hysterical screams. Aaron and Laura immediately got out of the car, the rest of you following them.

"Shit...fuck-fuck!", Aaron shouted. Laura was holding her stomach and was about to throw up. Your legs felt like jelly. Your whole body felt frozen. In the distance you could hear the sound of a police siren. This was not good. Your head was spinning and you needed to sit down for a moment. "Y/N are you alright?", Aaron asked you. He looked at you, his gaze full of worry. You only could nod.

A police car stopped in front of the accident site and an old man got out. He had a shotgun in his hand and slowly walked toward your group. “What the hell happened here? You left a huge pile of shit on my street,” he said. There was a disturbing undertone in his voice that made your blood run cold. Aaron tried to explain the situation by to the officer, however he just lifted his shotgun and told him to shut the fuck up.

A malicious smile spread across his face as he looked at each of you in turn. “You have no idea what kind of trouble you're in.” Mike, who had calmed Clara down first, turned to the old sheriff. “Are you completely crazy? We haven't done anything!” he yelled. At Mike's words, the sheriff pointed his gun at him. “Shut up,” was all he said as a loud bang rang out.

Everything seemed to be spinning faster now, and you couldn't understand anything anymore. Your hands went to the rosary around your neck and clutched it tightly. What the hell was going on here? You no longer understood the world. It was supposed to be a nice outing. Now Mike was lying dead on the ground and Clara's screams were deafening.

“Shut your fucking mouth, bitch! Or you'll be next,” shouted the sheriff. You didn't even notice how he forced Aaron, Laura, Clara, and you into his police car. Mike's body was in the front seat. When you reached a strange, eerie house, your heartbeat quickened. The sheriff got out and shouted for someone named Thomas.

A large figure came out of the house. The sheriff told him to remove the body from the car, which he did. The next thing you knew, you were also pulled out of the car and taken into the house. You had no idea what would happen to your friends. You were now tied under the table. Over and over again, you repeated a prayer that your grandmother had taught you as a little girl.

Then you felt a damp cloth against your forehead. You opened your eyes and saw the face of the old lady from the store. “What?” She shook her head to signal you to be quiet. Suddenly, a horrible scream that sounded like Laura's came from outside the house. Your stomach churned and you felt like throwing up. Tears ran down your cheeks. “Calm down, calm down, my little one... everything will be fine... everything will be fine,” she comforted you.

It was as if every single cell in your body was screaming. The world had turned into hell, and a small voice inside you whispered that it was going to get even worse. You heard the front door open. However, you couldn't see who had entered the house. The only thing you heard was the creaking of the wood and heavy footsteps.

The old lady stood up and turned her attention towards the person who entered. "I will call you when supper is ready", she told the person. You didn't hear an answer, only heavy breathing and then the sound of disappearing footsteps. It made you feel sick. You wanted to scream, cry, throw up, and run away. Deep down, you knew there was no escape. The old lady focused on making supper ready.

You don't know how much time has passed; the next thing you know is that you are sitting at the table, your hands tied to the chair, just as your legs. All were on sitting on the table, except for Laura and Mike, who are dead. The old creepy guy, who is the sheriff, another creepy old man, the old lady, Clara, Aaron and you. The only one who wasn't sitting was Thomas. He was standing in the doorway. His breathing was so heavy, you could hear it from where you were sitting.

"Let us all say grace", began the Sheriff, "For another day we do not need to starve, for the fresh meat we got at the table." Your eyes went to Aaron, who had an angry expression on his face. "You fucked up, Freaks of Nature", he cursed at them. All of them looked at him angrily. Clara started crying, while your head was still spinning. 'I curse you all! You bastards! You fucking freaks! I wish you all death!", he shouted at them. He started to pull on his robes that bound him to his chair, and he even managed to free his hand. The next thing you heard, through all the screaming and crying, was a name. Tommy, Tommy!

Aaron got punched onto the ground by the big man. Still he put on a fight. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Thomas, the big man, took a knife from the table and stabbed Aaron. Clara's screams were deafening, and you felt numb. It was as if your body had shut down to protect you. 'Take him away. I don't want him at my table anymore,“ said the old woman. Thomas obeyed her immediately. He picked up the cursing Aaron and carried him away. Clara's screams fell silent when the Sheriff held a knife to her throat. "Shut up, pretty bitch," he threatened her.

"Charlie, let's eat!", the old lady said. Charlie looked at her angrily, but started to eat just as she told him to. You stared at the food in front of you. How were you supposed to eat? Did you even want to eat? You weren't sure. Your head started to get dizzy again. "Mama, I don't think this one likes your cooking", Charlie said. He looked at Clara, who wasn't eating, just like you. However, this is when you noticed that her hands weren't bound, nor her feet. Then why didn't she run? Why didn't she flee?

Blood-curdling screams reached your ears. Aaron. It was all you could think of, and your heart raced again. Pounding in your ears. Clara started to whimper, and Charlie laughed at her for that. Then, you heard the screams coming closer. What? Looking over your shoulder, you heard a door slam open, and suddenly you saw Aaron running past the kitchen, bursting out of the front door. Thomas close on his heels.

The old lady stood up from her chair, as well as Charlie, disappearing from the kitchen. The other old, creepy man was still with you and Clara. He leaned closer to Clara and started to touch her breasts. You wanted to puke, you felt sick. Clara didn't do anything against it at first. Then suddenly, like she waited for an opportunity, she took the fork and plunged it into the creep's hand. He screamed and Clara jumped up, running out of the kitchen, leaving you there.

Why? Why did she leave you? You heard that she was able to escape Charlie, and you also heard shots from a gun. Would you have done the same. When Charlie came back into the kitchen, he looked at you, angry, like this was all your fault. "Look at ya, your friends left you behind. They probably never even liked you in the first place", he said. Spitting in your face and pulling the fork out of the other man's hand. The man whined and held his bleeding hand. "Let's end this", Charlie said. Lifting the fork and walking towards you.

This is it. You will die. Getting killed by Charlie. With a fork. All blood draining from your face as you starred at the fork that came closer and closer. Your palms started to sweat, your breathing started to go faster. Then you closed your eyes. Whispering prayers over and over again. "Charlie. Not this one", you heard the old lady say. You slowly opend your eyes again and saw the old lady standing next to you. "Mama come on. She is a useless bitch. We don't need her", he complained.

She shook her head, and Charlie gave in. "But if this bitch does anything stupid, I will kill her on the spot and ruin her corpse", he told her. Dizzy, you only register some things he said. You don't notice the lady removing your robes, you don't notice her getting you up stairs. Her voice calm and soothing. "Sweetie, be calm...listen to us. If you do what I tell you and be a good girl, nothing bad will happen to you", she told you. You entered a bedroom, and she brought you to bed. "Rest now, I will wake you up in the morning", she told you.

Somehow you fell asleep. It was strange, but your body was drained and your mind aswell. The sleep took you without you even wanting it. Just as promised the old lady woke you in the morning, getting you to the bathroom, washing you and helping you put on your new clothes. It was a dress just like hers. It was probably one of her dresses, you didn't ask her though. You just stayed silently by her side, like she wanted you to do. You had to help her with housework, but you were not allowed to leave the house.

Back in your mind, you asked yourself if Aaron and Clara were still alive, or if they were already dead. Maybe you may never know. The old lady, Luda Mae, told you to call her Mama. But you couldn't bring yourself to do so. The days flew by fast. Sometimes you caught a glimpse of Thomas, who always seemed to stare at you from the distance. His gaze always lingering on you. It made you a little nervous. Charlie made you want to throw up with his disgusting things that he sometimes said to you when Luda wasn't listening.

You tried to forgett the fact that these people slaughtered your friends. All of them. You weren't sure about the last two however you assumed they were dead as well. One day Luda May asked you to hang up the laundry outside, for it to dry. It was the first time you were allowed out of the house. You felt strange about it. Doing as you were told you hang the laundry on the clothesline. Not noticing you were watched by Tommy.

The sun felt warm and pleasant on your skin. It was as if someone was hugging you and lifting the weight from your heart. When you had finished hanging up the laundry, you lifted the laundry basket. You paused and closed your eyes for a moment. Breathing gently in and out, you enjoyed the little bit of freedom on your skin. Then you heard it. Loud breathing. It came from next to you and you opened your eyes again. They fell on Thomas, whose eyes were staring at you intensely. You didn't know what he wanted from you. The two of you had never exchanged a word. Pressing the basket to your chest, you gathered all your courage to speak to him. “Do I have something on my face?” you asked him. It was a simple question. Just to start a little conversation. He didn't answer you.

It was strange how he stood there. His loud breathing was the only indication that he was alive. His eyes still gazed intensely down at you and you felt your heartbeat quicken. “I... I'm going back into the house now,” you said nervously. Still clutching the basket tightly, you headed for the house, Thomas's gaze following you until you disappeared inside.

After this incident, Thomas began to appear next to you more and more often and stare at you. While you were washing the dishes, while you were helping with the cooking... Once you caught him watching you through the crack in your bedroom door. In any case, you liked him more than Charlie or Monty. They were just a bunch of creeps, though you kept that to yourself.

The only thing that mattered was survival. Though, you had to admit, that you grew fond of Luda May. She was just so kind and sweet. You were allowed to leave the house now, anytime you wanted. You can't even remember how long you have been with them already. It could be nearly a year now. Going outside was your favorite thing to do, still, you never went far away, not because you weren't allowed to, just because you were afraid that if you went too far, they may believe you want to escape.

The dress you were wearing fluttered slightly in the gentle breeze that blew past you. Your thoughts wandered back to a time that felt long gone. Your friends. Aaron, Mike, Clara, and Laura. They were all dead. Part of you missed them, but another part advised you to forget this chapter of your life. All that mattered was your life here; nothing else was important anymore. It felt a little strange, but you decided it was the right thing to do. The best thing.

Your eyes fell on a small wild flower. In your eyes, it was beautiful, no, it was perfect. Your fingertips touched the petals of the flower, you stroked it tenderly. Perhaps you had already lost your mind, or was it just an illusion? You couldn't tell anymore. Footsteps approached you, quick steps that came closer and closer, faster and faster. An uneasy feeling spread through your chest. Something was wrong.

Just as you turned around to see who it was, you were thrown to the ground. A scream escaped your throat before a hand pressed against your mouth. “Be quiet, you bitch!” the stranger threatened you. Your eyes widened when you saw the knife in his hand. Who was this man? Maybe he had escaped from Charlie and Thomas? A cold feeling spread through your body. Would he kill you? Use you as leverage? The fear inside you grew and you wished someone would help you. Thomas. Your thoughts turned to him. You didn't know exactly why, but it gave you hope.

“Get up, and be quiet... or I'll slit your throat,” threatened the man. He was still pressing the knife against your throat, but more gently so that you could get up. With his hand still over your mouth, he slowly pushed you further away from the house. No. No, no, no. You dug your feet into the ground and heard the man groan in frustration behind you. “Keep going!” His tone became a little louder. You had the feeling he was about to lose his patience. “Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” you heard Luda May scream your name.

You wanted to answer her. Run back into the house to help her, no matter what it was about. Your thoughts raced and you decided to act. You bit the stranger's hand as hard as you could. He screamed and you were able to break free from him. "Someone's here! A stranger! He has a knife! Luda May, stay in the house!“ you warned her. You only managed to run a few steps away from the man before he caught you again. You tried to fight back, but the man cut your cheek with his knife. ”Bitch! Now I have to kill you!" he yelled. He didn't seem to care how loud he was anymore.

When the knife came hurtling toward you, you closed your eyes. You were going to die. Finally? Did you really want to die?

You wait and wait for the pain, but it doesn't come. Surprised, you open your eyes. Thomas had lunged at the strange man and finished him off. It was brutal. You couldn't move. Thomas knocked the man's teeth out and hair flew through the air. The man's screams fell silent and were replaced by quiet whimpering. When Thomas let go of the man, he was completely crippled. He turned to you and knelt in front of you, his hand reaching for your cheek. His hands were covered in blood, but he seemed to ignore that. You thought you saw concern in his eyes.

Was he worried about you? His hands wrapped around your hips and lifted you up. He carried you into the house, where he set you down in the kitchen. Luda May was already waiting there and looked shocked when she saw your face. “My dear, you poor thing,” she said. She began to clean the wound on your cheek. It turned out that you had a cut on your cheek. That was what had worried Thomas so much. He had left after making sure you were okay. Most likely, he was busy disposing of the stranger's body. “Mama...I was so scared...” you whispered. Luda May's eyes widened for a moment before she looked at you lovingly. "Oh, my little one...Everything is fine now. You're safe again," she reassured you. She had already finished cleaning your cut and looked at your dress. You had bloody handprints on your waist that had come from Thomas's hands.

"You'd better go wash up and change your clothes. Get some rest. I'll call you when dinner's ready, dear," she said. Like a ghost, you went to the bathroom and washed yourself. When you were done, you put on a fresh dress and put the other one in the laundry. As you walked toward your room, you saw Thomas disappear into the boiler room. Your thoughts wandered back to the strangers. Thomas had brutally beaten him up. Your friends came to mind for a brief moment. But as quickly as the thought had come, it disappeared again. You had no idea how you had gotten to your room. When Luda called you to dinner, you went to the dining room to eat. Everyone was at the table except Thomas. He was standing in the doorway. The only seat left was next to you. “Tommy, come and eat with us,” Luda May urged him.

He did as she wanted and came into the room. Like every evening, we said grace. When everyone started eating, Thomas lifted his plate and began shoveling food into his mouth like a wild animal. It was a somewhat strange sight, but it fascinated you greatly. You didn't know why. Maybe you were now as disturbed as everyone else here. Everyone ate, and Luda May smiled cheerfully as she looked back and forth between the two of them. She must have noticed something that you hadn't noticed until now. After dinner, you washed the plates. Everyone had already gone to bed except you and Thomas. “Would you like to help me?” you asked him. He had been staring at you for quite a while, and you thought it was time to say something. “You could dry the dishes if you want,” you offered. Slowly, he came toward you. His eyes looked into yours. He seemed gentle and friendly to you, nothing like the brutality you had seen that afternoon.

He now seemed like a friendly, gentle giant to you. Together, you finished quickly, and to your surprise, you really enjoyed his company. Even though you didn't exchange a word, it was as if you understood each other perfectly. “Thank you for helping me, Tommy,” you said. You didn't just mean that he had helped you with the washing up, but also the accident that afternoon. You would have died if it hadn't been for him. A sound escaped his lips. He stared at you. A small smile appeared on your lips. “Good night, Tommy.” You were on your way to your room when you noticed that he was following you. He walked behind you, and when you were standing in your room, you turned around in surprise. “Is something wrong?” you asked him.

He just looked at you for a while. He had closed the door to your room behind him. You were now completely alone, and somehow that made your heart race for a completely different reason. Slowly, he came toward you, his hand rose and touched your cheek. He pressed your skin gently and his breathing was loud. His eyes looked into yours. It seemed as if he wanted to jump into them and never come out again. It made you shudder slightly. Slowly, he moved you toward the bed where you both lay down. Cuddled up together. Your past self would have screamed that this was sick. After all, he was a murderer. But strangely enough, you didn't care. No, you actually felt comfortable in his arms. It was even cozier in bed with him.

After spending the night in your room, he now came to you every night. It had become a routine. He came into your room and cuddled up to you. The next morning when you woke up, he had already disappeared again. The two of you also did more during the day. You watched him in the mirror and helped him, just as he helped you with your daily tasks. The only thing you didn't help him with was killing people. You didn't even watch. You spent most of your time with Luda May or the tea lady, who often came by when Thomas and Charlie were killing people again.

One day, when you were baking cakes with Luda May, one of the victims managed to escape. He injured Luda May and you too, because you defended her. Thomas was furious. He finally caught up with the escapee and pierced him with the chainsaw. He cut him up beyond recognition, a cruel grin on his face. At home, you cleaned Luda May's wounds. “You should rest, Mom. I'll take care of everything.” Your voice was gentle as you spoke to her. Fortunately, you yourself only had a few scratches and bruises. “My dear sweet little girl...you have grown so much,” she said proudly. A smile on her face. She was right. It must have been a year since... Your past was now completely faded. What had your life been like before? You didn't remember. To be honest, you didn't care anymore. The faces that once belonged to your friends faded, as did their names.

She went to bed to rest, and the house was quiet. It was evening when you finished your daily chores, and Thomas still hadn't returned. You slowly began to worry. Had he been hurt? What if he had been killed and the madman was now coming back to kill you? No, you couldn't think like that. It was Thomas, he could handle anything. He would be back soon. You were sure of that. There was no dinner that night because Luda May was still resting and, unfortunately, there was no food left in the house anyway.

So you went to bed as usual. In the middle of the night, you woke up. You heard loud breathing in your ear and moved your head. It was Thomas pressing himself against you and wrapping his arms around you. “Thomas...you're back...are you okay?” you asked him worriedly. Your voice was hoarse from sleep. He grunted and started licking your neck.

A flash of excitement shot between your legs and you stifled a moan. What was going on? Why did it feel so good? Why was Thomas doing this? His large hands began to explore your body. Would he...is he...

Another deep sound escaped his throat as he pressed himself against you. You could feel his erection against you. He enjoyed kneading your flesh. To be honest with yourself, you enjoyed it too. “Tommy,” you whispered. It was a sweet sound that left your lips. Thomas seemed to like it and he drooled and kissed your neck gently. His touches became more and more daring and his hands ran over your inner thighs.

He seemed a little clumsy, but his desire seemed to have him completely under control. His fleshy fingers came closer and closer to your cave. Your moans became sweeter and louder for him. He began to grind his hips against you.

“Thomas... Tommy... please... please... touch me...” you begged him. He seemed unable to hold back any longer. His fingers pushed your panties aside and his index finger slid into your cave. He began to push it in and out of you. It felt so good. Your walls flutterd around his finger.

Thomas began to rub his hips against you even harder. A deep moan escaped his lips. The knot in your abdomen grew bigger and bigger. It felt so good.

It was pure emotional chaos inside you. It felt so good and you enjoyed every second of it, but a small part of you that had already been forgotten spoke up again. “You're betraying your friends,” the voice whispered. You didn't care anymore. You pushed the voice deep back inside you. That was all in the past now. It didn't matter anymore. Now, only the here and now mattered.

Thomas' touch drove you crazy. Your nose now covered his entire index finger, which was still sinking in and out of you. He couldn't wait any longer. His desire was too great to hold back any longer. His finger left your hole, eliciting a disappointed moan from you. His hands pulled down your panties.

His hand pushed your dress up, exposing your legs and stomach. His gaze was fixed greedily on you. He pulled down his pants and pressed himself against you. His eyes sought yours. Your hands slid over his arms and now reached his face. You gently placed your hands on his face and pulled him closer to you. His face was still half covered by his mask. His breathing was heavy and he gave you a rough, awkward kiss.

His cock pressed against your wet opening and his hand moved down. His tip pushed into you, causing him and you to moan.

He was so big, and he thrust into you to sink completely inside you. Your walls clasped his cock greedily.

A low hum and groan escaped his throat as he began to move inside you. His hands intertwined with yours as he thrust into you. His cock touched your sensitive spots, making you see stars. His body pressed yours deeper into the mattress. A moan escaped your lips, but Thomas sealed them with his. His thrusts became faster and rougher. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to climax.

Your tongues danced together. His cock pulsed inside you. You were both very close to climax. His thrusts became more and more erratic.

He thrust deep inside you, eliciting a cry that was muffled by his mouth, and filled you with his seed. He withdrew from your wet walls, his cock coated with your wetness. Unfortunately, you hadn't come, but you weren't yet able to inform Thomas of your needs.

His hands caressed your body tenderly and he put your underwear back on. He adjusted your dress to the correct position and pulled up his pants. He snuggled up to you again under the blanket covering you both. Slowly you driffted of to sleep in his arms.