Eddie gluskin (the groom) x gender neutral reader
Drugged, non-consensual actions, degrading language and mentions of murder/blood/childbirth/pregnancy
(female genitals mentioned but no pronouns. 'wife', 'mother', 'darling' and 'woman' used by eddie)
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The sound of metal scraped against the floor, your heart pounding in your ears as you jostled inside the locker, you could feel the floor scraping beneath you making an earsplitting screeching sound with very movement-
You had hoped it was a safe hiding place, a place you could escape from the madman chasing you through the delapitated halls... but you hadn't anticipated that he had more intelligence that the others, his mind although tainted still held enough rational thought that he was able to seek you out with little effort.
"I've been a little... vulgar-"
he grunted with the strain of pulling you along. Your mind raced with possibilities and scenarios.. You'd seen what he could do, what he HAD done.
That man... The poor fool splayed out on the table in some sick mockery of childbirth...
"-I know. And I want to say, I'm sorry. I just... you know how a man gets when he wants to know a woman..."
Your body trembled, throat shrivelled and dry as the cold, thick and dust filled air clung to your lungs.
"But after the ceremony, when I've made an honest woman of you... I promise I'll be a different man."
You could see the occasional flickering light pass obove, through the small slats in the metal. It was suffocating. This... This was hell. Your own personal coffin, a chariot of death taking you to horrors unknown.
Another low grunt of exertion and the locker came to an abrubt stop, shifting back into an upright position, your hands coming to find purchase on the dented door. His knarled and mangled face came into view, dark bloodshot eyes leering at you with a lovesick hunger.
"You'll have to wait here. I know you must be just as eager as I am to consummate our love. But try to enjoy the anticipation"
His voice... Honeyed and suave, something you never expected when you first saw his gleeming, predatory grin in that grime covered window, but now... It was a sick taunt, a song of malice. Alluring and deadly.
"Here, darling. This will help you relax..."
A cool mist sprayed into the damp confines of the locker, it was almost relaxing for a moment, just for a moment, before you realised just what it was. You slammed your fist against the metal door, desperate to get out as a heavy fog settled over your mind.
"shhh, my darling. Let yourself rest, you'll need your energy."
You choked, coughing slightly as you slump down, cramped and drowzy. Fear prodding in the back of your mind, begging you to stay awake. But you couldn't, your consciousness dipped and your eyes slipped closed
When you awoke, your vision was blurred and dark, splotches of white and black dancing and pulsating. Your eyes landing on a sight you couldn't quite process in your sleep-fogged state. Was that... A man? A man strapped to the table, his legs kicking furiously as Eddie... The groom... Stood above him, hushing him in that soft, sweet tone. A knife dragging down his flesh, cutting apart the skin, muscles and ligament, causing blood to spurt out and pool beneath him...
You gagged, disgusted and horrified at the mutilation happening right before your eyes.
"Darling, I need you to try to bleed less. I know the fairer sex often endure the same wounds with more suffering, but you really need to make an effort."
With those words Eddie thrust his knife into the man's genitals, screams of agony filling the small room as he writhed and jolted, kicking in an attempt to save what was left of his life. But it was too late, blood poured across the splintered wood of the old table, dripping meloducally onto the stone floor beneath
"You've given up... You're ugly and you've given up on love. You're not even worth stringing up. Bleed here... and die."
His smooth voice spoke, your ears perking to try and listen in, to try and stay awake longer, but it wavered, sounding as if you where underwater as your head began to feel fuzzy. The shock mixed with the sedative still running rampant in your system sending you into a deep sleep once again, the deafening blackness surrounding you like a blanket.
Eddie groaned, throwing the corpse from the table in a frustrated rage. He could believe it, another one, gone. He had been trying for so long and yet...
"whores... All of you, Your judgment. Your little swinish eyes... I want a family, a wife, a legacy. Is that too much to ask?... All of you ungrateful sluts, you're not worthy of love, you just needed to last a little longer, enough for me to cut away everything.... vulgar... Give you a soft place to welcome my seed.. And yet you couldn't do it."
He murmurs, his broken nails digging into the edge of the table, his sharp eyes glancing at the metal box. A present waiting to be unwrapped.
"you... My darling... You'll be the one, won't you?"
He stands, eyeing the locker before reaching to open it, catching your body as you unceremoniously fall forward. His arms draping around you like a lover comforting their spouse.
"you have such amazing bone structure... Im sure... Im sure you'll be the perfect mother to our children. And I will protect them, as I will protect you."
He hums softly, dragging your limp frame to the table, deft fingers removing your shirt in one swift motion. Stripping you to prepare you for the upcoming alterations, but before he can continue to the next part, he freezes. His brain short-circuiting at the sight, eyes blown wide in glee. Breasts? He was sure. It had been... A long, long time but he was certain that's what it was. His large hands reach up, gently running up the side of your ribs, his thumb just lightly brushing against your nipple, the soft bounce of your breasts causing a wave of elation to rush through him as he draws his hand back.
He grins feverishly, laying you down to remove your pants. A sigh of joy escaping him as he grabs your knees, pulling your legs apart to expose you to the thin slivers of moonlight shining through the old windows.
"yes.... You... You are perfect. It looks as though I will not have to make any alterations to you, my love."
he swoops down, his hot, scarred lips rubbing against your neck, hands fumbling to quickly unzip his patched pants.
"a soft... Silky place to lay my seed"
He takes a sharp inhale of air, looking down at his cock laying against your smooth thigh, his precum glistening against your skin.
"I'm sorry, my darling... But I want our first time to go smoothly... You'll forgive me, won't you? After all, I'll give you the most exquisite wedding.."
He reaches over, spraying the mist over your face once more, hoping to keep you sedated as he consumated your supposed marriage. He leaned over, one arm on either side of your head as he pressed himself against your entrance, forcing his thickness through and into your warmth. The tight wetness surrounding him made the veins in his cock pulse in excitement.
"darling... So tight... Where you saving yourself for me?"
He pressed himself further inside, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, causing your muscles to tense and squeeze against him, even in your unconscious state.
"you little minx, squeezing me like that, you're practically begging for my seed already."
He pulls back, resting on his elbows as he thrusts into you, his ragged hot breath fanning over your neck, your nipples hardening in reaction. He takes one between his fingers, massaging your breast as he ruts into you. The sound of his hips slamming into your ass, the needy wet squelching of your body's intertwined... It would be erotic to anyone who wasn't aware of the actions this man had committed. The mass amounts of bodied piled up in his name, mutilated and defiled in some lovesick delusion..
He panted and groaned like a beast, his grip on your breast growing harsher, if you where conscious you would have screamed, cried and begged beneath him... But to him, in this sweet, pliant state. You where his beloved wife, begging to be filled, over and over again until you bore his children.
"darling.... Whore. You wanted this all along, didn't you?"
The shift in his tone was frightening. How he could so easily switch from smooth and sweet, into aggressive and degrading... But you weren't afraid, you couldn't be, you where cradled in the safety of darkness as you slept, unaware of the depredation your body was undergoing.
"all that running and hiding... You really made me work for it, slut. And look at you now... Oh, darling, I'll fill you up. Don't you worry.."
His breaths grew heavy and uneven, his tongue poking out from his lips as he leans up, moving his hands to grip your hips firmly as he stilled inside you, hot ropes of cum coating your insides white, the tip of his cock pressed firmly against your cervix, so close to your womb, the warm place that would soon hold his beloved children.
"my love... My darling... You're so full with me now, my seed has been sown, and you will grow... The birthing won't be easy... But I assure you I'll be there to hold your hand."
He leans down, his lips softly caressing your cheek as his fingers rub over your stomach, his mind clouded with the thought of your swollen belly, his child growing inside...
"you'll be a perfect mother."
