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"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.
Hey guys! So, I decided to make a remake of my Jeepers Creepers fanfic Bound by Blood. The original story had some complications I couldn't really get past. I am currently also working on writing a Silent Hill romance fanfic between Pyramid Head and OC. Anywho, my best friend owns this OC I am pairing the creeper with. Please review! Reviewing keeps my motivation going when it comes to writing chapters, even if you don't have much to say, It would mean so much to me if you were to just leave a small review when you guys have the chance. :3
! WARNING: This story contains mild to extreme details of violence, sexual activity, and in very few occasions, rape.
Chapters containing sexual activity and/or rape will contain warnings in the beginning of the chapter. This story is rated M for a reason. Again, this story contains a large amount of sexual activity in future chapters along with detailed violence. You have been warned.
Chapter 1: Family Remnants
I feel like I have been here forever with this monster, if he wanted to kill me then why hasn't he done it yet. I would rather be dead than continue living this life of hell that he created for me.
Tugging at my ties, I have learned by now that escaping is far off my radar of options right now, I have already tried. Last time I slipped out of my restraints, I only got as far as a mile away before that son of a bitch caught me and shoved me into the ground and raped me.
I sit in the corner of this old shack, my hands tied to a loose board on the floor in front of me. My wrists are completely bloodied from the tight rope around my wrists, also because I'm somehow expected to be able to sleep in a corner with my hands bound on the ground in front of me. I'm positive my ex boyfriend, my captor, doesn't care about my comfort in the slightest. Especially since, for one, we are 'hiding' from the world in a small, old wooden shack out in the middle of nowhere.
The reason we-, or he, is hiding from the world with me in his custody is because 5 months ago he drank too much alcohol one night, and our three-week-old baby girl wouldn't stop crying when I had left the house to visit my best friend for a few hours. I'm still devastated…if I knew he was drinking I wouldn't have left him alone with her…
Feeling tears swell in my eyes, I use my horribly dirtied and torn black tank top to wipe away my eyes with my bound hands, having to bend my back to reach down to be able to do so because of how close the rope is to the ground.
I don't even remember the last time I ate a complete meal…he buys himself actual food and seems to just experiment with me to see what animal would make me sick after being forced to eat it. Shockingly, after being forced to eat raw animals from mice, rats, racoons, armadillos, and deer I have yet to get ill. The animal could be one that he rips the head off himself just before feeding it to me, or some other sources…even roadkill. I know for a fact that all the deer he has fed me has been roadkill…to the point I was forced to eat maggots.
Why not throw up? I'm sure you are asking. I've tried, when we first got here I couldn't keep any of that putrid "food" down and would throw up even after tasting it and when I would get it down I would throw it up. And if I threw up…he would make me eat it…even if I was just throwing up stomach acid he would force me to eat it.
Since that night, he hasn't put down his drinks, not even for a second. He is always drinking a bottle as if his life depends on it, part of me wonders if it is just him trying to drown out the reality of what he did, or if he just doesn't care and enjoys the intoxication.
As if on queue, he enters the shack carrying a bag of fresh food for himself, he then shuts the door behind him and looks at me. While I haven't been able to change my clothes at all this entire time we have been in this dump, he always seems to have a new pair of clothes each time he comes back from getting dinner for himself. Today, he is wearing a black shirt underneath a dark brown jacket with jeans. His facial hair has grown out since we have been here, so he isn't recognizable to the public, since both of us have been reported as missing and endangered by police after they found our child in her crib with black and purple bruises around her thin neck, indicating she was strangled to the point her frail neck snapped…
They found her right after I called the police…I don't remember what happened after I called them…I just woke up in this shack with a major migraine, I still believe he must have hit me on the head and knocked me out.
"The fuck are you looking at?!" He says, slurring his words as he takes another drink from the bottle in his left hand, which is also holding two bags. I've seen this enough to know that one bag is his food…and one is mine…
I look away from him, anger growing within me.
"That's what I fucking thought, you skinny little bitch." He says as he makes his way over to the table in the middle of the room. In the process of him trying to make his way over to it, obviously intoxicated to the point of barely having any balance on his own feet, he drops his bottle on the wooden floor as glass and alcohol cover the floor once it hits the ground.
"Shit! How the fuck!?"
A smirk forms over my mouth as I watch him struggle, hoping he forgets to clean up the glass shards so he will slip on one and die.
"What the fuck you smiling about Claire?!" I realize too late that his eyes are on me as my smirk quickly disappears and fear covers my expression.
"You think this is fucking funny?! Huh, you little slut!?" He shouts at me as he drops the bags on the puddle of alcohol and glass lying sprawled out on the wooden floor.
Oh god…here it goes…
I huddle in the corner as he approaches me quickly. A sudden pressure erupts from the side of my face as a scorching hot pain is felt from my cheek, causing me to scream out in pain from his punch. My scream causes him to grip my tanktop and tear off a huge portion of the fabric and shove it into my mouth to muffle my screams as he lands another hard fist into my ribcage, causing me to scream into the cloth trapped in my mouth by his hand covering my mouth. He continues to land punches in various parts of my severely thin, malnourished body that his sadistic mind finds perfect for a giant bruise.
He continues to beat me to the point my body becomes numb to the pain due to my brain attempting to deal with all the pain at once. He then grabs my short crimson-red hair and slams my skull against the wall beside me.
Bleeding while my skin on my arms, chest, legs and stomach begin to turn a dark shade of purple, he halts his abuse as he then lifts my head up off the wall, my body leaning against it while I still remain in the corner.
"Open your eyes, bitch."
Slowly I open my eyes to look into his.
"Don't you ever laugh at me you filthy bitch. Because next time, you will end up just like our pathetic little mistake, Kiera."
Tears swell in my eyes as he says those words to me and talks about our baby daughter like that.
He pushes me against the wall as he lets go of my bottom jaw after forcing me to look at him before.
"You aren't getting any food tonight." He says as he grabs one of the bags and throws it in the trash bin, presumably my food.
I remain silent as he grabs his own bag and heads up the wooden stairs in front of me to get to the second floor of the small shack, where his cot is.
Once I hear his weight fall onto the cot and another bottle open, I take the cloth out of my mouth and try my best to move my horribly-bruised and skeletal body to a lying-down position as I curl up as best as I can to try and contain what little body heat that I have left. It is pretty hot here in Florida, but the nights are so cold…I'm just happy that summer is coming and so the nights will get warmer.
Spring will be over before I know it…I just hope I will live long enough to experience summer and see the sun again instead of through a window I can't even reach to see out of…