Despite the massive heat exhaustion I was suffering from, the lack of meat in my stomach, and my body begging for a shower, I was fine. I looked in the back seat to see my friends fallen over on top of one another like morons. I rolled my eyes and faced the front, lighting up another cigarette and cracking the window slightly. Hoyt was quiet for most of the ride, occasionally turning to look at me then in the review mirror at my passed out friends. We reached an old two-story house that looked like something Hannibal Lector would be comfortable in. Of course, I smiled when I got out of the car. It had an uneasy, stomach-churning, smelly feel to it. And I liked it. I turned to Hoyt who walked around the car and up to me. He smiled a moved some of my hair out of my face.
"C'mon, now, child. Let's get you inside and washed up. Mama makes a mean beef stew." I smiled and followed Hoyt into the house, leaving my friends in the backseat to rot in the heat. Not that I minded anyway. We walked inside, the nice feel of a cool breeze hitting my face. I sighed contently as the sweat rolling down my neck cooled off.
"Mama, this is…" I smiled and nodded my head.
"Max, ma'am. Please to meet you." I answer shaking the old woman's hand. She looked at Hoyt who only grinned at me like a cheesier cat.
"She's not like the others, mama. I think she'll fit right in." I looked at the lady who they referred to as Mama and smirked sadistically, a glint in my eyes. She then smiled and cupped my face with her hands.
"I think you and my boy Tommy would get along just fine. How about you go get washed up and then come into the kitchen to help make supper?" I nodded my head and was lead upstairs by a man they call Uncle Monty. The bathroom wasn't exactly the cleanest bathroom in the world but hey, back home, I had worse. I had to take my showers in ice cold water with no decent bathing supplies and no curtain to shield me from the watchful eyes of my step father. I stripped of my clothing and piled them on top of the toilet seat. I started the shower and stepped in, sighing heavily as the nice feel of the hot water hitting my sore, aching muscles. I found shampoo, conditioner, and a bar of soap inside the shower along with a wash rag. Definitely something I could get use to. After a good ten minutes, I stepped out in my towel and searched through my suitcase for something clean. I picked my bondage black and red Capri's, a black tube top, spiked dog collar, and combat boots. I walked out, running a towel over my head, feeling nice and relaxed. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen to see a very large man sitting at the table. He had long black hair and what looked to be like some kind of animal hide covering his face. I saw his eyes shift up towards me in wonder. They stared at me and I stared back. I felt my chest thump and tried to calm my nerves.
"Tommy, this is Max. Max, here is gonna be joining us for dinner." It was then that I noticed a blood-soaked chainsaw sitting on the kitchen table. I felt my head tilt to the side in amazement as I strolled over, my fingertips grazing the sharp tipped chain. I felt the corners of my mouth twitch upwards into a smile as I sucked the blood of my fingers.
"Well, I'll be damned." Hoyt whispered, catching Mama and Uncle Monty's attention. They all turned to me as I stared at Tommy with a sadistic smile. Mama smiled and walked over, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Time to start preparing supper, child." I winked at Tommy and helped prepare the food. It was then that I noticed it was no ordinary meat. It was human organs. I picked up a kidney and inhaled it's scent. I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head with ecstasy. It smelled delicious. I quickly helped Mama prepare dinner and soon, everyone was at the table, including my now sobered friends who were bound to their seats. I sat beside Hoyt as the food was being passed around. Mama looked at me and placed her hands on mine.
"Child, since you're new, would you like to say grace?" I smiled and bowed my head, everyone following suit except my friends who's heads were forced to be lowered.
"Oh, Lord, bless us with this food you have given us. Bless us in the continuation of this wonderful feast and may you shine down upon this family and smile with happiness. Amen." The family followed in unison and turned to me.
"That was wonderful, dear." Mama kissed my cheek and I gave her one back. We began eating and I was in heaven. It was delicious. Call me sick and disgusting if you want but this was much better than the rat-infested garbage I was fed back home. I quickly garbled it down and licked my lips of the juices.
"I think Max likes your cookin', Mama." Hoyt announced with a smile on his face. Mama turned to me and smiled.
"Would you like some more, sugar?" I nodded happily and was quickly poured another bowl. I began to chow down once again, my friends staring at me in shock.
"I knew you were fucked up." I stopped in the middle of raising my spoon to my lips as my eyes darted up to see Alan staring at me, disgusted. Hoyt stood up, enraged.
"You little shit-head! How dare you speak ill of this family!" It hit me. Family? Was I really family? I looked at Mama curiously. She smiled and stroked my hair gently.
"You're part of the family now, honey dear. What'd ya say?" I grinned and hugged her.
"Absolutely!" She hugged back smiling from ear to ear.
"You're sick! You're all fucking sick!" Michelle screamed, spatting at me. She then kicked the table, causing my hot food to spill into my lap. I gave a yell as the scolding stew sizzled on my pants. Mama quickly helped me to clean the mess as Hoyt grabbed her by the throat.
"You stupid little bitch! See what you've done? Tommy, take her downstairs!" Tommy shot up, grabbing Michelle and tossing her over his shoulder. Tommy looked at me briefly, our eyes meeting.
"I'll be fine. Go on, now." He nodded and disappeared with Michelle screaming her lungs out. Mama helped me get cleaned up. Hoyt turned to me and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Sorry about that, sweetheart." I shake my head.
"Don't worry about it. Those fuckers really don't know who their messing with." I say proudly, a smirk planted on my lips. Hoyt lets out a laugh and kisses my forehead.
"Well, how about you go join Tommy downstairs for a little fun, huh? I'm sure you and him will hit it off perfectly." I nod and kiss his, Mama's, and Uncle Monty's cheeks before going downstairs into the basement, the rest of the family smiling at their newest member.
