This last month has been the best time of my life. I found myself a new family and in the arms of a psychotic serial killer. I found a family that truly loves me and a man that has captured my heart. Even though Tommy doesn't speak, I knew he had feelings for me. He doesn't have to talk to me. All he has to do is wrap me in his arms and I know I'm loved. Not to mention, I'm eating the most exquisite cousins in all of Texas. Seriously, fresh, warm organs every night mixed with mashed potatoes and steamed home-grown vegetables? What else could make your stomach growl with desire? Today was a special day. Today, Mama and I would go into town and go grocery shopping. It was the first time I could go pick out the meat so needless to say, I was very excited. After getting a shower, I slipped into a pair of my baggy Tripp pants with matching chains, black slim fit t-shirt, black combat boots, spiked dog collar with a ring in the front, and black bondage arm warmers. I trotted downstairs, the metal on my clothes jingling about, alerting the rest of the house of my presence. I walked into the kitchen, giving all the members of my family a kiss on the cheek. I grabbed an empty glass from the cupboard and searched the fridge for a certain red liquid.
"Fresh out, darlin'. Gotta go down to the basement and get some." Mama informed me, patting me on the back. I nodded and looked around.
"Where's Tommy?" I questioned, curious as to where my chainsaw wielding killer had ran off to. Hoyt, who I now refer to as Uncle Hoyt, looked around also.
"I'm not too sure, sugar. May have to go fetch him." I chuckled and nodded, setting my glass down and jogging down to the basement. I walked in and examined the room closely.
"Tommy? You in here?"
"Help me!" My head snapped over towards the back of the basement as I walked over to the cry of help. It was Taylor. A boy Uncle Hoyt had picked up earlier last week. He was skinny from lack of nutrition and he was bleeding profusely from his abdomen. He was chained upside down, his face beat red from all the blood rushing to his head. He was stripped of his shirt, exposing his blood-drenched skin. I knelt down in front of him and stroked his cheek, wiping away some of his blood. I sucked on my fingers gently, moaning softly.
"You taste really good. You'll be an excellent ingredient in tonight's dinner." He whimpered and began to cry.
"Please…please, I'll do anything you want. Just please…Let me go. I have a family…" I tilted my head slightly, a trait of Tommy's I had inherited.
"You do, huh? Well, guess what? I have a family too. And my family and I need to eat so…I suggest you shut up before I kill you myself." He began to sob uncontrollably. I rolled my eyes and kicked him in the head, registering him unconscious. I then turned my head over my shoulder to see Tommy. Tommy has started removing his mask around me now. He hasn't been able to come out to the family though. It's too soon for him. He walked over and examined Taylor who dangled in the air, the chains that held him, squeaking as his body was still rocking from the kick I gave him. Tommy turned to me curiously. I shrugged and wrapped my arms around his thick shoulders.
"He wouldn't shut up so I made him." He nodded understandingly and wrapped his arms around my waist. I reached up and untied his mask, setting it on the workbench beside me. I admired Tommy's facial structure, smiling warmly. He was so cute. I leaned up on my tip toes and pecked his lips tenderly. This time, Tommy leaned down, capturing my lips with his, putting all his passion into it. I must say, the man learns quick. I kissed back with no hesitation, moaning as his hands began to roam my body. He knew all my sensitive areas and used them to his advantage. I told Tommy that we would only move further when he was ready and I could tell that now was the time due to a rather large part of him now sliding against my stomach, seeing how he was almost a foot and a half taller than me. I was hot under my collar, quite literally, as his hands traveled down my stomach and to my waist, roaming his hand down to my thighs. I breathed heavily, throwing my head back in ecstasy. I wanted him more than ever so I considered that it was now or never to instigate him. Just as I was fixing to step it up, Uncle Hoyt came downstairs.
"Whoa. Uh, sorry kids. Sorry to interrupt. Max, it's time to go." I nodded and he walked back upstairs. I turned to Tommy and handed him his mask. He tied it back on and looked at me.
"I'll be back soon, okay? Just going grocery shopping with Mama." He nodded and I pecked his mask one more time before jogging upstairs. Tommy turned to Taylor and revved up his chainsaw. Mama and I headed into town and I was nervous as hell. I had butterflies in my stomach and my hands were shaking.
"What's the matter, child? You look sick." I shook my head and let out a nervous laugh.
"No, Mama, I'm not sick. Just a little nervous." She smiled and kissed my forehead.
"It's alright, hun. I was nervous my first time too. But I promise, once you start, you can't stop." I smiled and nodded. We got to the small convenient gas station Mama ran and stepped out. The Texas heat sure was getting to me. Lucky for me, the gas station had air conditioning. Mama and I got set up and waited on our first pick of the litter to come trolling in. After about ten minutes, an SUV came rolling in. I glanced at Mama and she nodded her head, a serious look on her face. I took a deep breath and walked out as the teenagers climbed out of their vehicle. Four girls and three guys.
"Can I help you folks?" I asked, all turning to me. They gave each other looks and one of the girls snickered. Should've known.
"Uh, yeah. We need some gas." One of the boy's approached me and stuck out his hand with a 20 dollar bill in it. I snorted and folded my arms across my chest.
"20 bucks ain't gonna get you far. We're the only gas station within a hundred miles."
"I wonder why." My head turned to the girl who whispered that smart ass comment and felt my nose twitch. I walked over to her and stared her down.
"You got something to say to me? Be a real woman and say it to my face." The girl just stared at me, trying to keep a straight face. Suddenly, her and another girl busted out laughing. I turned my head over my shoulder and looked at Mama through the window. She shook her head and I nodded. I had to keep it cool. I took a deep breath and smiled.
"Alright, fine. No worries." I took the 20 dollar bill from the driver and went inside. I gave it to Mama and leaned over the counter.
"Slash their tires." I nodded and headed back out.
"Hey, is there a restroom around here?" One of the men asked. I nodded and pointed to the back of the store.
"Yeah. Round back." He nodded and he and two of the girls headed towards the bathrooms. The rest of them went inside the store. I began to pump the gas and while it was running, I took the chance and brought out my pocket knife, slashing their tires in places where redneck idiots like them wouldn't dare to look. I stuffed my knife back in my pocket and put the gas hose back on the lever as the kids came back out to their car, junk food and beer in hand.
"There you go. All filled up." I commented with a fake smile. The teens piled into their SUV and the driver flashed me a smile.
"Thank you, ma'am. Take care." I nodded and gave a slight wave.
"You too. Be careful out there." He nodded back and started up his vehicle.
"Hey!" As the SUV took off, I was hit with a beer can in the face. I let out a yell as I fell to a knee, clutching my now bleeding forehead.
"Fucking freak!" The girls cackled as the vehicle got back onto the road, driving off into the distance. I growled lowly as Mama came out running.
"Oh, hunny, are you alright? Damn kids." She patted the gash on my forehead with a cloth. I sighed, now irritated as hell, and stood up but almost fell over. Mama caught me and helped me walk inside. I sat down with a cold rag against my gushing forehead as Mama got on the phone to Uncle Hoyt.
"Hoyt? Hoyt. You better get on the road and catch those damn kids. They hit our Max and cut her open pretty bad…Uh-huh…Yeah. No, they won't get far. Max slashed their tires and filled up the gas tank up with water." I smirked deviously as I rung out the blood-soaked cloth in water.
"Alright…We will…Alright." She hung up and walked over to me, examining my wound.
"Uncle Hoyt is gonna go get the meat." I smiled and nodded.
"How did I do?" She smiled and hugged me, running her fingers through my hair.
"You definitely were a helping hand, sweetie. Tommy will be proud." I smiled as she kissed my cheek.
"Now, c'mon. We gotta go get dinner ready." We locked up the store and headed home after a job well done. I can't wait to tell Tommy.