Authors Note: So, I haven't written posted anything in a very long time and now I have a muse who has decided to kill off all my others one. So with that said, this is the story that came from him picking at my brain. Speaking of which, I don't own the characters that I borrowed from The Devil's Rejects etc. Have fun reading and I would love if you reviewed. So there. Read on and have fun!
Prologue: Wander
She couldn't really much of what had happened in the past few hours. The horrors were so atrocious her eyes couldn't comprehend what she had seen. If she could remember what happened, she wouldn't. A sharp painful stinging forced her eyes open as she peered up into the deep blue eyes of the one who had led her astray. She couldn't believe that her lust had gotten her into such a horrible place. It wasn't fair. Her body had betrayed her brain.
By believing the force that drove her sex drive, she had led herself into hell. Her eyes couldn't close, couldn't turn away from the devil in front of her. His gruff, rugged body scared her now. The attraction still lingered around in the back of her mind, but the fear pressed forward and overtook… She watched him pace the room as she finally took a long look around the room. She knew that any escape would only end up in death or worse. She didn't want to add to the stack of the nude bodies in the corner.
Kayla wished she hadn't been so stupid; she should've known something earlier when her car had started. It was too much of a coincidence. She should have known the stranger she saw from earlier was up to something. She just would have never imagined that it would be anything like this. The man with the tow truck. When he had first pulled up, she remembered the instinctual pull to him. He stepped out of the truck with a light tan cowboy hat pulled down in front of his face, a dirty white shirt and commando pants.
Her initial reaction was to flee. She had wished she did, but Kayla couldn't have known he would have been this. Now she began to relive it all as the memories of her car had started the whole chain events. She knew she would wind up dead, she just wished she didn't have to think about it anymore.
"You need a tow, lady?" His eyes roamed over the curves of her body.
With chills rolling down her spine, she could only gawk at the man. Her body felt encased in flames as he took a step forward, rolling back and forth on his heels while his arms hung limp on his sides. His full lips were nearly hidden under a full beard. Long, drab white hair hung down from under the cowboy hat and rested on the front of his chest. She didn't know why, she didn't know how, but her feet felt like moving in the total opposite direction, but they only pulled her closer as she watched the muscles in his arm flex.
"Can you speak?" He leaned a bit forward. He gripped his hand tight at his side and caught her attention.
She felt the pull towards him, but could only step a foot back. "Y-yeah." She rubbed her wet palms on the front of her jean shorts.
"So?"
She nervously laughed and said, "Well yeah… something drained my battery… I think." She looked up to his eyes. She couldn't stop staring, but she couldn't place him. Not at the time.
"You see something you like?"
"I-I…" her face blushed and then she spoke, "You look like somebody I saw today, that's all."
"Well maybe it was me, who knows?"
A gulp reminded her of how thirsty she was and she looked to him for help. "Is there any place I could get a drink around here? I'm really dying of thirst. I'm not used to this Texas heat." Her eyes rose to his at the last moment and she saw the devilish flash. The heat surged and she felt herself falling under the stranger's spell.
"Head on down the road a few minutes, I live there. I got a cold beer."
Kayla's hands nervously tugged at the tank top and she watched as she drew his attention to her cleavage. She couldn't help the fact that her body was aching to get closer to him, but her brain was pulling her away. "I…" She watched his eyes flash different shades of blue and his jaw grip tighter. "Yeah, okay." She took a few more steps towards him and asked, "Do you think you'll be able to fix my car?"
"My brother will, don't worry." She watched his hand motion up into the truck as a much larger man hopped out and started attaching the little green hatchback to the back of the truck. "Jump in." He leaned against the side of the truck and put his hand out to her.
Her slim, pale white hands were encased in his as he helped her into the truck. His other hand rested on her hip and helped up her, while slipping lower and holding the tight flesh of her behind. She couldn't mistake the grope but she didn't deny him either. She just slid over in the truck as he walked around to the back.
Miss Kayla Brown, the perfect student and daughter, couldn't help the feelings she had about this older man. She had barely been out of her high school for a year, and now she was finally moving out to New Mexico for school. She had never been popular, or loved. She felt that he would make her feel that way, if only for a night.
She quietly laughed to herself. At least she could get her car fixed for free.
The stranger pulled himself into the seat next to her and slammed the door closed. He looked at her once last time and started the truck as his brother crammed into the other side. Kayla was overpowered by the stench of dirt and sweat. Her blood started to boil as the bumps and holes in the road jolted the truck. She was jolted around the seat, her body meshing with the stranger.
He looked over to her for a moment, and then turned his head back.
Kayla's eyes wandered all over his body, mesmerized by the long hair and the grizzly beard that covered the mans face. His brows were low and focused. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. She was even more nervous with the larger, bulkier one next to her.
The truck jolted to a stop and both men stepped out of the truck. Kayla quickly followed and closed the door behind her. She looked up at the old farmhouse. The only space free of junk and trash was just large enough for a car to circle the house.
"Are you coming?"
She nodded and quickly caught up to the two men who were almost in the house. Her hands slid up the railing as she walked up the steps to the front door. She pulled open the screen door and took a tentative step into the house. "Hey, uh…" She looked around quickly. Her heart started to race and the blood was thundering in her ears.
"Hello, darlin'."
Dirty, scarred hands enclosed around her neck. She tried to struggle, tried to kick him, punch him, but the grip only got tighter. She knew that it would only get worse the harder she tried. Kayla felt the crushing grip and there was nothing left to breathe. She had to stop. And when she did, she felt a hard whack to the back of her head. She watched as she lost all control of her muscles and her body smacked into the floor. She wished she could have moved away from him as he lowered himself to the floor. Her last thoughts were of his face, sneering and laughing as she passed out.
