Just Misunderstood

By: TheSilverHyena

Warning:: Contains Mature/Adult Content, Violence and Gore, and Adult Language. If you cannot HANLDE these sorts of things, you might want to go elsewhere. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Chapter 12: Prison Break

Somehow, when the Hewitt family was asleep and the only sounds came from the creaking of ancient wood and the heavy downpour, the old farmhouse just seemed creepier then usual. Blake flinched a little, barely stifling her started gasp when a flash of lighting illuminated the stairwell she silently crept down. Nervously, the young psychic glanced over her shoulder, then drew in a deep breath before coughing softly into her arm.

'Please! God no... NO! Not again! Please no!' echoed within Blake's mind as she neared the sliding metal door.

She could hear the girl's screams in her head, more then likely as she suffered from nightmares. However, there were no male voices accompanying it, leading Blake to fear for the worst. There was some stuff in the cellar she needed to get. Anyone she found alive down there would be welcome to join her. Mentally bracing herself for the horrors she knew lurked in the basement, Blake slipped inside with hardly a sound, though the smell nearly made her throw up again.

"No... no, focus... focus." Blake whispered to herself, lightly making her way down the steps.

The dim lights still flickered unsteadily above her, adding the the already creepy basement's grim atmosphere. There was fresh blood splattered all around, along with dismembered body parts slowly swaying on meat hooks or spread out on the butcher's block. Tiptoeing around the gory mess, Blake shuffled through the stack of supplies, most everything being just about how she remembered it from the first time she had been down here. Finding her backpack, the girl hastily stuffed her belongings inside before searching for a pair of shoes or boots that would fit. While poking around, she found the broken remains of several cell phones, smashed beyond repair.

A soft, muffled sobbing could be heard coming from the shadows broke Blake off from her search. Gasping softly, she momentarily closed her eyes, taking part in the absolute horrors Hoyt had subjected his captive too. The vile man kept her strung up, bound by her wrists with course rope securing her to a meat hook, while he raped the poor girl from behind and beat her with his belt. When the vision faded, Blake caught sight of the captive, in the same spot where Vex was bound. She wore little more then a pair of shredded panties and had a thick gag tied around her mouth. From what Blake could see, she had what would have been pretty, straight black hair. A little on the plump side, but shapely and very pretty to look at, or she had been at one time. By now the poor thing was filthy and beaten. Slowly beginning to stir, she began to squeal and struggle fearfully.

"Shhhh, shhh, shhhhhhh! Stay quiet or they'll hear you."

Blake moved her hands in a calming gesture, speaking softly while casting a nervous glance toward the stairs. The captive girl let out what sounded like a confused grunt, though she at least stopped struggling. Thinking quickly, Blake grabbed an overturned crate from the floor and a knife off of Thomas' butcher's block. Then, standing on the crate for extra height, she cut the ropes binding the unfortunate girl's wrists. The black haired girl wobbled on her unsteady feet for a moment, but at the very least had the strength to stand. Before her wrist bindings even hit the dirt floor, she had already pulled the gag out of her mouth, gasping heavily.

While she found her bearings and rubbed sore, raw wrists, Blake located a pair of jean shorts and cap-sleeve pastel green t-shirt that belonged to her new companion. The same ones she wore when Hoyt dragged her down here.

"T-thank you," the girl said, softly as she hastily dressed herself, "I-I saw you... w-when t-t-that gargantuan b-beast d-d-dragged me into t-t-this fucking hellhole! Y-you were-"

"In chains. I-I was as much a captive as you are, until I got out. I'm Blake, by the way." Blake introduced, snatching up her old pair of boots, which had been carelessly tossed on a pile of other shoes, small duffel bags, and purses, "And... you're welcome."

Upon hearing Blake's explanation, the black-haired girl nodded, trying her hardest not to scream and just blindly run off.

"K-Kaylie. I'm Kaylie"

Once dressed, the girl known as Kaylie slipped on the first pair of shoes she found that fit, trying her hardest not to wretch at the terrible sights all around her. As Blake slipped her backpack over her shoulders and snatched up her walking staff, she couldn't help but notice that the fresh, dismembered bodies looked a lot like Kaylie's two male companions. When she closed her mismatched eyes, Blake could hear the buzzing of white noise in her ear and the occasional howl of pain.

"I'm sorry this happened to you. All of you." she sighed, as a single tear slid down her cheek.

As nervous as she was, Blake tried to relax her mind, hearing wisps of Kaylie's frantic thoughts filtering in through the white noise. Just out for a cross country road trip and a good time, stopped to get gas, and found themselves locked in this nightmare.

"How long h-have y-y-you been here?" Kaylie questioned, "W-why haven't they killed you yet? That beast... he-he just slaughtered them like animals while t-that fake cop... oh-oh God no, I-I can't..."

"That... gargantuan beast's mother kidnapped and gave me to him. All because I was nice to him. Now they want me to bear his children." answered Blake, with a terrified gulp, "I... I think they've had me a month and a half? Two months? Q-quite honesty... I've lost track."

Shivering slightly, she tried to push the guilt she felt about failing Thomas to the side. As interesting a tale as it was, Kaylie would get to hear all about it when they were long gone from this house of horrors. Luckily, Kaylie kept her questions to a minimum and just nodded in sympathy and understanding.

A shiny glint on one of the wall pegs caught Blake's eye, which she recognized as a set of car keys when she snatched it. The girl smiled softly as another vision passed before her inner eye, showing the double doors to the barn. It was over almost as quickly as it passed.

"T-those are my c-car keys. I... I think I heard t-that p-phony cop s-say something about... stashing it i-in the barn." Kaylie explained, licking her lips uneasily.

"Good. That's where my dogs are too, and I'm not leaving without Toby and Jason."

At Blake's statement, Kaylie just looked a little puzzled, "Dogs? What dogs?"

"I'd love to explain everything to you, but now's not-!"

Blake paused, a look of absolute dread crossing her face. Before the psychic could elaborate further, she could hear shuffling upstairs, heading down to the basement. In the back of her mind, she could faintly hear, 'Fuckin' thunderin' and lightnin'! Can't fuckin' sleep. No matter, heheh, sure my little darlin' is waitin' fer me with a slick pussy and tight little asshole.'

She knew that voice painfully well. Hoyt was on his way down to "play" with his new toy! Quickly, Blake stuffed the car keys in her shirt pocket and gripped her staff tightly while backing up against the wall beside the stairwell, as not to be seen.

"Hide!" Blake hissed, quietly.

Without question, Kaylie did the same, just on the other side of the stairs. She shook violently and clamped her hands over her mouth to suppress her whimper once the door to the basement slid open. Hoyt was still muttering to himself as he meandered down the creaky, old wooden stair way. While he may not have carrying himself like a real sheriff when wearing the uniform, he looked far less dignified dressed in nothing but a wife beater tank top, boxers, and carrying a can of beer in one hand, scratching his balls with the other.

"Hey... you fuckin' little slut! Hungry? Thirsty? I got somethin' fer ya that'll take care of both!" Hoyt announced, with a laugh, 'I'll make that little cunt suck and swallow until her jaw breaks off!'

He chuckled again, stepping through the puddle at the base of the stairs, unwittingly exposing his back to the escaped captives. Before he could question the shed ropes on the floor, shrouded by the shadows, Blake crept up from behind and swung her staff right at the back of his head. There was a sickening 'crack' when wood collided with the fake sheriff's skull, sending him on all fours to the ground with a shout. Hoyt cast aside his now spilled beer, turning his aching head painfully to look over his shoulder.

"Why... you little b-!"

Hoyt was cut off with another strike to the face, then one to the back, sending him sprawling in the moist dirt of the cellar floor. Blake cast a quick glance at Kaylie, who timidly approached the dazed and downed man before kicking him in the ribs a few times and spitting on him. There were several pained groans and grunts coming from Hoyt, after each strike as he curled in on himself.

"Bastard! Ughhh... you fucking bastard!" Kaylie spat, violently, "How do YOU like it, huh?!"

Quickly, Blake quieted the girl down, looking up towards the stairwell. Upstairs, faint noises could be heard, like those a VERY large male would make when stirring. Adding to that, Blake could faintly hear the confused, gravely voice in her head, 'Pretty Blake... leave? Tommy always good to pretty Blake. Protect... find and protect, from bad people.'

"S-someone would have heard that!" Blake gulped, frantically.

She shook Kaylie's shoulder, breaking her off from the assault. Startled, Kaylie nodded silently. They had to get out before it was too late. The two girls padded up the stairs as fast as they could, each of them breaking out in a cold nervous sweat while their hearts pounded like drums from beneath their breasts. Ignoring the sound of heavy thumping rushing down the stairs, Blake led the way, throwing open the front door and practically leaping off the porch.

The harsh rain and wind whipping across her skin actually felt good in the moment. It reminded Blake that she was still alive. In a matter of minutes, they were both soaked. As they ran, lights began to flick on throughout the massive farmhouse, and Hoyt's creative, loud cursing could be heard even over the rumble of thunder.

"LOOK WHAT YOUR FUCKIN' LITTLE SLUT DID TO ME, BOY! GO ON OUT THERE AND GET THEM LIL' SHITS!"

Kaylie began to overtake Blake, the latter of the two overcome with exerting herself too much, too fast, having not fully recovered from her ailment beforehand. The young psychic hacked and coughed violently, nearing the backyard and the path that led to the barn.

"Blake?" Kaylie cried out.

"J-just keep going!" Blake called, "No matter what, just-AAAGGGHHHHH!"

She felt an abrupt, sharp pain in her ankle that halted her dead in her tracks, jerking her flight to a painful stop. Blake fell face first onto the wet, muddy ground and her staff slipped out of her hands, rolling out of reach into the darkness. Trying to hold back her tears, she glanced over her shoulder with a whimper. It was hard to see in the dark, but a flash of lightning illuminated the sky, if only for a few seconds. Time enough for the girl to realize that she'd stepped in one of the bear traps that were littered about the property.

"Oh my God!"

Kaylie screamed, momentarily covering up her mouth for a second before rushing over and trying to pry the trap off. She cut her fingers on the sharp, metal teeth and the vice-like clamp refused to budge. The beam of a flashlight suddenly lit up their little patch of Hell, and both girls could make out Hoyt's painfully stumbling form and one, hulking, shadowy figure sprinting across the rain-slicked yard. For a moment, it looked as though the larger figure nearly collapsed, then limped a little while Hoyt shouted at him.

"There they are! Little fuckin' cunts! Git 'em, Tommy! Come on!"

"H-hold on, Blake. I-I think I can get you loose." Kaylie said, frantically prying at the trap's steel jaws.

"Kaylie... I-I -ah!- I screwed up. Y-you need... t-to get out of here, while you... still have a chance. It's too late for me, go, NOW!" Blake screamed.

She shoved Kaylie away, unable to hide her sobs. Blake already knew that Thomas had felt her agony and would more then likely blame his Uncle's escaped plaything for it. Although the other girl wanted to protest, either being as valiant or as foolish as Blake had been, she accepted the better part of valor and took off into the night as her abuser and his titan-sized nephew followed. Tensing and mentally preparing herself for a beating, Blake crawled to her hands and knees, taking hold of one of the sharpened stakes off the sheath on her leg. After all, while she may not have been able to walk or stand, her arms were still free.

'Pretty Blake... hurt. Why pretty Blake always run? Bad people. Mean people.' Thomas' gravely voice scolded her, mentally.

He knelt down beside her, noticeably upset and distressed. Quite honestly, Blake didn't really have an answer to give him, nor would she what to say anything out loud to him while his Uncle was so close. But when the massive brute loosened up the trap, only bringing minor relief to Blake's injured ankle, Hoyt rapped him on the shoulder with his nightstick.

"I can handle this, Tommy! That other bitch is gittin' away! Go an' git 'er!"

"No, Thomas! D-don't. Please, leave her, -cough, cough, cough- alone! S-she hasn't done anything wrong, I -cough- d-did this to myself!" pleaded Blake.

For a minute, as the rain mercilessly pelted down on them and harsh winds whipped in their faces, Blake almost held hope that Thomas would listen to her. But, as usual, Hoyt was there to dash those hopes by his mere presence and toxic words.

"I ain't gonna tell ya again, boy! GIT!"

Thomas hesitated for a moment, and during that time, Blake could feel the fear, his fear, pulsing through him like a wild fire. He glanced down to his girl, then to Hoyt, before lowering his head submissively and doing what was commanded of him.

"No! -cough, cough- T-Thomas!"

Blake screamed at the top of her lungs, at least as loud as she could, but it was too late. He had already disappeared into the night. It was at that moment she had also come to the horrifying realization that... she still had the keys to Kaylie's car in her pocket! Tears welled in her eyes and she shivered violently, praying that Thomas would be swift and merciful to the poor girl. But... there was another huge problem... Blake was now alone, in the wet and cold, with a seriously pissed off Hoyt. Before giving chase, he had the forethought to grab his police belt, with all his weapons, including his handgun and electric prod.

"I-If y-you harm m-me, Tommy will see. H-he'll know i-it was you." Blake shuddered, with a gulp.

"Nah! I can explain it off easy. You was fightin' when I was bringin' ya back!" scoffed Hoyt, a mix of confidence and fury in his voice, as he prodded Blake's wounded ankle with his nightstick, causing the girl to wince painfully, "Oh... oh I'm sorry, darlin'. B-but my hands is shakin'! Heheheh... what happened to yer toothpick, girlie? I don't see it no more!"

As he continued to mock the injured girl, he failed to see the wooden stake she had concealed. One lesson Hoyt would learn, even the smallest and gentlest of kittens have sharp claws and when pushed, they will protect themselves!

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Meanwhile, Kaylie ran, ignoring the painful burn in her lungs as adrenaline pushed her forward. She practically slid to a halt in front of the barn doors and could clearly hear the sound of dogs going absolutely insane in there. A faint, flicker of hope ignited within her. Those dogs sounded big, maybe they'd rip that giant brute and wannabe cop to bits! Hurriedly, Kaylie threw open the bar on the barn door and slipped inside.

"Oh, oh my God! Yes... YES!" she rasped, seeing that her old, green jeep was stashed in the back of the barn.

But her joy quickly became panic, as she felt all over her sore body, looking for the keys... only to discover...

"FUCK!"

Blake... she must have had them still, and after the incident with the bear trap... "What k-kind of a c-cruel joke is this?!"

No keys and a car that was useless to her in the moment. But... there was still Toby and Jason. The German Shepherds had been clawing and biting at their prisons for the longest time, leaving obvious marks in the wood. Quickly, Kaylie snatched up a crowbar she found on the floor and began to strike the lock and latch of the nearest kennel. Jason backed away, as not to be accidentally hit. Something about the behavior of these animals struck Kaylie as rather odd, but she didn't have long to ponder it.

"Come on, you fucking thing! Open! O-AAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!"

Kaylie screamed at the top of her voice as Thomas burst in through the barn doors, a flash of lighting behind him making the masked brute even more terrifying. Toby and Jason continued to bay and snarl loudly as the mountain of muscle strode toward Kaylie and reached out to grab her. The girl shouted and swung her crowbar, only for Thomas to catch it and rip it out of her hand.

"You ugly, mother fucking son of a bitch!"

Kaylie kicked and screamed violently against him, which resulted in Thomas letting out a growl of his own before he tossed her against a support beam. The hit wasn't enough to kill, but it left a rather nasty cut on the girl's forehead. While she was momentarily dazed, that gave Thomas the time he needed to grab some rope and tie her wrists and ankles tightly. After the fuss Hoyt made about loosing "that one bitch", he'd probably want this one alive. But while the brute trussed her up, he began to feel several sharp pains all over his body, one quite noticeably between his legs... just like after...

'Uncle... lie?!' he growled to himself, glaring out the open barn door.

Deep down, Thomas knew, he knew Hoyt was hurting Blake! The pain was there, but the wounds weren't! But before he could go back to Blake and his uncle and get to the bottom of everything, a loud snap of wood and metal grabbed his attention. Thomas' eyes widened as Jason trotted out of his cage, the latch all but on the floor a mangled wreck. For the first time, he actually felt fear being around these animals. There was something different about them that he couldn't put his finger on.

Growling low in his throat, Jason took a few steps forward, giving Thomas what could only be described as a scolding glare. However, before the giant could grab the beast's harness and throw him into Toby's cage, Jason dashed off into the stormy night with a snarl. Knowing what this could mean, Thomas grabbed the bound and screaming girl, hefting her over his shoulder like a rag doll before charging after the vengeful canine.

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Hoyt shouted loudly when Blake gave him a rather nasty surprise. Roughly sharpened wood meant a lot of painful little splinters to pull from the wound; it wasn't going to be clean or pretty. She drove it into his leg as deeply as she could, but when going for the second one, a hard hit to her arm from Hoyt's nightstick stopped her. The furious false sheriff shoved her to the muddy ground, dropping his flashlight before he straddled her, using his weight to keep the girl pinned.

"You fuckin' little cunt! What the hell you been doin'? Been real busy with yer craftin' projects, eh?"

Screaming and struggling as much as she could, Blake put up a fight, even trying to knee Hoyt in his balls. Eventually, the larger male had enough and withdrew his electric prod, switching it on before giving her a few sharp jabs with it, momentarily rendering Blake immobile. With excited, wild, and furious eyes, Hoyt gazed over the girl's body, her shape clearly visible under her soaked through shirt. He clamped his hand over her mouth and began tearing open her shirt, causing her to let out a muffled scream. Blake squirmed and writhed beneath his weight, desperately trying to escape, but every kick of her legs sent searing pain through her wounded ankle. Her body still didn't want to respond fully to her commands, but what she saw going through his mind made her feel physically ill once again.

'I finally get to fuck Tommy's special little bitch. Fuck her right bloody!'

"That night, when I taught Tommy... how to fuck you, I was so jealous of that boy. That he gets a juicy little piece of meat like ya, lets ya wonder 'round the house, showin' ya off. And what do I get?! Street walkers I gotta keep hidden in the basement with all the other meat slabs. That I only get to fuck in the basement!"

Hoyt spat angrily, using his weight to hold Blake still as he tore off her panties and forced the girl to spread her legs, exposing her slit to him. Laughing, he thrust his growing bulge against her naked sex, causing the girl to squeal in terror.

"So... which of yer holes should I try out first?"

Blake's mind was racing maniacally. Her first thoughts were for Thomas, there would be no way he'd tolerate this! Should he catch Hoyt trying to rape her, even their "precious family bond" wouldn't be enough to keep his head on his shoulders and his heart beating. Another pain-filled scream tried to leave her mouth, as her captor abruptly shoved two fingers into her entrance and began to wiggle them around.

"Come on, let's gitcha nice'n wet now, girlie, I like 'em slick... Tommy ain't gonna take all day!" Hoyt groaned, basking in his absolute sick pleasure.

While Hoyt tortured her, Blake could feel a familiar presence heading straight for them. It offered a feeling of complete euphoria, a bond she hadn't been able to truly hold for a long time. Just when Hoyt pulled out his hardened cock with the intention of shoving it inside Blake, he was taken completely off guard. First, there was the snarl, then a flash of lighting, and before he knew it, Hoyt was on the muddy ground, wrestling with the ferocious dog that had come from out of the darkness to the aid of his mistress.

"Jason?!"

Gasping in shock and surprise, Blake sat up and dragged herself away from the fight. She covered herself up, holding the now damaged shirt closed and shivered from the cold, but she could not look away from the sight in front of her. Hoyt, screaming and cursing in agony while Jason mauled him, grabbing on tight to one arm with vice-like jaws before thrashing his head back and fourth, threatening to rend flesh from bone. The cruel man bled profusely and had trouble trying to grip Jason's harness or scruff due to the rain and blood making everything rather slippery.

"Ya fuckin', smelly, mangy animal! I'll -AAAGGGHHHHH!- Hang yer God damn head over the mantle!" Hoyt screamed.

The German Shepherd let out an audible yelp as he was kicked, but still held up the attack, taking another chunk out of Hoyt. All the while, that buzzing, mind-pounding squeal of white noise flooded Blake's head again, followed up with a faint voice carrying over the raging storm, 'Killed... me... killed... me... killed... me!'

Blake's eyes widened and her breath quickened... she knew that voice, "Daddy..."

So... apparently, it was true... her father never left her! Somehow, he had been residing in Jason the entire time, and she never even really knew until now! That must have been why her dogs disobeyed her... because... that wasn't her dog she was commanding. Tears welled in her eyes while dark thoughts filled her head. She wanted Hoyt to pay, and pay dearly, for what he had done.

'Tear his throat out, Jason!' Blake ordered, mentally.

The girl almost failed to notice Thomas, rushing up from behind her. It was only when his heavy footfalls were about ten feet away and his heavy, strained breathing greeted her did she realize he was there. He threw Kaylie down to the ground, ignoring her pained whimper, and while he bent down to Blake's level, he was watching as his uncle struggled with the dog. But one look at his girl... that was all Thomas needed to see to know that Hoyt had tricked him once again. Blake could feel his furious emotions, the consideration to just let Jason maul his uncle to death, or at least until he'd be bedridden for a week. The poor brute was sick of being lied too!

"Thomas... w-why did you... -cough, cough- bring her b-back?" Blake asked, "Forgive me, Kaylie... I failed you too."

Meanwhile, Jason lunged at Hoyt, nearly sinking his fangs into the soft muscle and tissue of the horrible, would-be rapist's neck. But this time, Hoyt managed to grab hold of the dog's harness before thrusting his electric prod right into the poor beast. Jason let out the most terrible yelp imaginable as the electric current coursed through his body, causing him to twitch and release his hold. Another yelp, followed by a pain-filled howl rang through the night as Hoyt broke the dog's front leg before tossing him aside. Jason continued to whimper, struggling to stand in the slick mud and carry out his mistress' order.

"NO! Jason!"

Blake screamed loudly, ready to drag herself across the yard to be by her dog's side but Thomas held her back, for fear that she would injure herself further. The girl was in absolute hysterics, watching her beloved friend writhe in pain while being pelted by the downpour. In between the pain from her injuries, the assault, and the pounding in her head, she was in severe agony and quite delirious. Sobbing frantically, Kaylie tried to squirm away in a last ditch bid for freedom. That was until Hoyt drew his police issue revolver and pulled back the hammer. He panted heavily, an insane look glinting in his eye and the smile to match.

Thomas grunted loudly, contemplating whether or not he should try to interfere. There was the fear, fear of his uncle. But there was also the need to protect Blake, something he had failed to do earlier.

"Stand down, boy. This is between me and yer little doll, there." Hoyt growled, as he pointed his gun at Kaylie, "So... I'm gonna letcha... choose, girlie. Which one should I shoot? The little cocksucker there,"

"N-no! PLEASE! Please no..." Kaylie wailed.

She made herself look as small and as meaningless as possible, trembling violently and nearly choking on her sobs.

"Or..." Hoyt smiled devilishly, turning his gun on Jason, "The flea-ridden mutt? Go on, now. Don't be shy, pick who I should shoot!"

Blake gasped in horror, unable to respond momentarily. That sick, depraved man was giving her an ultimatum. One where she could not win, and Hoyt knew it. Either murder an innocent girl that she just met, or condemn her loyal friend and quite possibly the only remaining link to her father to death. Hoyt knew Blake cared about people. He knew she loved her animals. Now, he was using it against her with his twisted, diabolical game.

"Y-you can't ask me -cough- t-to do this!" Blake sobbed.

"Oh, I can, and I am!" Hoyt sneered, "Come on... now, just pick one, I'm getting' tired over here."

Thomas grunted loudly, shaking his head. This was crossing the line, his uncle had tortured Blake enough for one night.

"Stay outta this, boy! You'll get to hack up the body when I'm done." snapped Hoyt.

Blake squeezed her eyes shut, praying for forgiveness from whatever greater power out there was listening, and grasped Thomas' shirt sleeve, choking back her tears, "S-shoot m-m-me then... don't... p-punish t-them for m-my mistakes!"

When Hoyt snorted out a pained laugh, considering her offer, Thomas roared with disapproval. The giant man stood up incredibly fast for his mass and stood over Blake protectively, fists clenched.

'No! Not pretty Blake! NOT EVER MY BLAKE!' he snarled, inwardly, chest heaving with each intake of breath.

"Well, well, well now... look who's tryin' to be a noble little hero, eh? See here, Tommy boy, yer little pet, yer toy there, she admits that she's done this family a wrong. That's good. That can be forgiven. You know family comes first, right?" Hoyt drawled on, pointing his gun from Jason, Kaylie, and momentarily at Blake.

Thomas growled again, tensing up. He could feel Blake's anxiety, fear, and pain lancing throughout his entire body, a spark that erupted into a great fire. This game his uncle played was going too far. Maybe if there was some way to get to Mamma, she'd put a stop to this. But... that would mean leaving Blake unguarded.

"Please... I'm begging y-you, d-don't hurt them!" Blake pleaded.

"Sorry darlin'... this sort of behavior can't be goin' unpunished, even Tommy knows that." Hoyt sighed, mockingly, "Ya know why I can't be shootin' ya, Blake..." he paused, with a sick smile as he turned the gun on Kaylie, watching in delight as she screamed and begged for her life, "And I can't much really... be fuckin' a dog!"

With Blake's pleas and screaming echoing in his ears like music, Hoyt turned his gun on Jason and fired multiple shots. The first two were met with sharp, painful yelps, but the third and fourth, nothing but the loud 'BANG' of the revolver. Blake sat there, quiet and in absolute shock. He was gone... her loyal friend, her protector, a gift from her father... gone! Jason was dead... he died defending the girl that he loved. Finally, the bereaved girl broke her silence.

"Y-you m-murdered... h-him... YOU MURDERED HIM, YOU KILLED HIM!" Blake shouted, "No... no... JASON!"

She tried to drag herself to where her dog's body lay, but Thomas stopped her, for fear that either she would hurt herself, or Hoyt would. Yelling, screaming in grief and agony, Blake tried to shove Thomas away, but even when she was perfectly healthy it would have been like trying to move a mountain. The massive brute, while he may have tended to his girl, kept a vicious glare leveled at his uncle. While he may have cared little for Kaylie, he did enjoy the company of those dogs! Hoyt meanwhile, just looked quite satisfied with himself, wincing from his injuries, but otherwise considering himself victorious and his point solidified.

"Well now, hope you done an' learned yer... lesson there, sweetheart." Hoyt spat, holstering his weapon, "Tommy! Git that bitch and yer lil' slut back where they belong, maybe see about takin' a sledgehammer to the second beast, now that we got a good excuse."

Thomas stood up once more, carefully stepping around Blake as he strode toward Hoyt, fists clenched and eyes narrowed, like a predator about to pounce. Screams turning into sobs as she watched, Blake took in several deep, shaky breaths. She could hear Thomas' rage-filled thoughts; about how Hoyt not only betrayed his trust once again, but also because of what he did to Jason.

'Jason... nice to Tommy. Always happy to see Tommy. Pretty Blake and Jason both... MINE!'

"Boy, ain't you hear a word I just said?!" Hoyt growled, "Git to it, Tommy, take yer-AAGGHHHH!"

He was cut off as Thomas abruptly shoved him backwards, causing his uncle to nearly trip over the Jason's corpse. Surprised and rather alarmed, Hoyt spat his orders again, only to be shoved backwards once more.

"Fuckin' hell boy, what's gottin into ya?!"

'Hurt my pretty Blake. Take away my Jason. Lie... lie to Tommy again!' Thomas snarled, inwardly.

So that was it then. Blake now knew, since Thomas believed that she belonged to him, her dogs did as well, and Hoyt just took away what belonged to him! Sensing this, the girl redirected her anger and grief, letting it mingle with Thomas' own. Then, she began to think hard on these exact words,

'I want him dead. I want him dead. Kill him, Thomas... KILL HIM!'

Seemingly entering a highly aggressive trance, not unlike when Blake would take hold of an animal, Thomas picked up his momentum, this time grabbing Hoyt's already injured arm and throwing him across the lawn, nearly sending him into Kaylie. Of course, the helpless girl contained to cry out in terror, unable to do anything in her current situation. Blake, however, trembled violently on her knees as her mismatched eyes rolled back into her skull, like she was in a trance as well.

Obeying the girl's silent command, Thomas stomped forward, furious brown eyes locked on Hoyt as the wounded man scrambled away as fast as he could. He screamed out, for once genuine fear coming from his throat, as he truly believed that he was going to die at the hands of his own trained beast.

But sometimes, fate has a cruel way of delaying vengeance.

"Merciful heavens!" Luda Mae gasped, "Tommy... Hoyt?!"

The older woman stood there, flabbergasted as the sight that greeted her. Upon hearing the familiar voice of his Mamma, Thomas broke out of his trance, looking horribly confused. Oh, the anger he felt toward Hoyt was still there, but not quite enough for him to want to kill his Uncle. Maim, perhaps, but not kill. At once, Thomas backed down, unsure how or why he... was doing just what he was doing.

Blake let out a loud, painful scream once the trance was broken, and collapsed with her head bowed and tears flowing. She was given terrible pain. Her payment for such torment? Her father's life, Jason's life, and her freedom. The girl had been robbed of her justice, and that wretched excuse of a man was left alive to bark his orders and drive his corruption into his nephew.

Several voices began to meld with the sounds of the pouring rain as Blake's vision wavered. Kaylie's begging, Luda Mae demanding that Hoyt and Thomas put a stop to their nonsense and get Blake inside the house and to either kill or restrain Kaylie back in the basement, and Hoyt whining about the possibility of needing stitches as he dragged Kaylie off.

Gently and carefully, Thomas stooped over the badly injured girl and lifted her out of the mud. He cradled Blake in his arms, hugging her freezing cold body close to his chest, trying to shield her from the rain.

'Tommy supposed... to protect Blake. Tommy fail...'

Blake choked back a sob, gripping tightly onto Thomas' soaked through shirt as he carried her back to the farmhouse. Back to that prison! One thought echoed in the girl's head over and over again, driving her to the point of numbness, or perhaps madness.

'I want him dead. I want him dead. I. WANT. HIM. DEAD!'

::To Be Continued::

Author's Notes: And finally, the answer to that terrible cliffhanger I left you with last chapter. This was probably the second major idea that I had in mind for this story, to be perfectly honest, and this was the perfect time to pull it out.

Blake and her fellow captive Kaylie make a bold flight for freedom, starts out strong, then unravels in a hurry.

There's Hoyt's festering jealously, as to why his nephew gets something so precious to keep while he's stuck with whatever they happen to come across. And we also learn why the dogs absolutely detest Hoyt the way they do. (so does Blake...)

I loved the idea of one of the dogs, (and I picked Jason), attacking Hoyt in an effort to rescue Blake. Besides, that asshole deserves to get ripped apart by furious dogs!

Originally, I was going to have Hoyt kill both Kaylie and Jason during his sick "pick who I should shoot" game, but I decided it'd be far more evil to A: keep Kaylie alive so he can use her in unspeakable ways, and B: "And I can't much really... be fuckin' a dog!" When I initially thought it over, I cried at the thought of Blake actually loosing one of her dogs, which was why I had to include it. However, this had an unforeseen effect on Thomas as well. Tommy is PISSED!

Blake also preforms a first, psychically linking with another human! Normally, she only does this with animals. But this wasn't just telepathy, reading of minds, she was, if only for a few moments, controlling Thomas. Honestly, the girl isn't entirely certain of how she managed such a feat, but ol' Luda Mae showed up before Hoyt could be slaughtered.

Anyways, let me know what you think! Also, next chapter is gonna have a very special guest star, but I'm not telling who! XD Anyways, thanks for the reviews and support.

Disclaimer:: I do not claim to own The Texas Chainsaw Massacre or any of it's characters. The references to Jason Voorhees and Lisa Voorhees are from Lady_Vorrhees' story, The Strange Good Girl.