Should Have Stayed Home
A tricky little side effect was left with me that night in that forgotten shack. Goddamn voices, constantly murmuring in the back of my mind in languages probably long forgotten. They speak in unison and I can't even tell them apart sometimes. They often get louder, warning me of danger around every corner against both me and Lucas. I can drown them out with music and mindless sex but they come back every time. I doubt I'll have a quiet mind again. Sometimes they weave images in my now open minds eye, loose instructions to my mission.
All I could think about was the ones of Lucas. Lucas, Lucas, Lucas over and over again, permanently burned into the back of my retinas. Why the hell do they keep showing me that? In my anxious worry I became even more clingy than Lucas could stand, until he got annoyed and I was left to my own devices. I scrounge up some of the taxidermy tools Jack has in his man cave. It's easy to polish the snake ribs and bleach the skull to a white but kind of tedious.
It's weird looking at the polished and rounded bones and knowing it was alive, I held it and felt it's heart flutter. Maybe I could make something for Lucas out of them. If it'll shut up the constant muttering of voices, I'd carve it from elephant ivory. As usual I wrap up my little project in the cloth and hide it under my pile of magazines in the corner. Put a couple Vogue on top and he won't even touch it. Just as I do that Lucas wanders in from a long night of torture, sighing like a man that just worked 9-5.
"Hey."
He mumbled and toed off his boots. I shrug, not offended, and go to the bathroom. Nice and fucking peaceful until I wipe and look down, expecting to see red one of these days. Like always, there's nothing and I squeeze my eyes close. I haven't had a period since I got here. It could have been my birth control at first but half a year later? It wouldn't last this long. I got my shot right before the trip, it would have filtered out within 3 months. I stand and feel like I'm walking on clouds, out of this world and maybe a little lost. Leaning on the door frame, I watch the now shirtless Lucas sit on the corner of the bed, tools in hand.
"Lucas."
"Hmm?"
He mumbled while fixing up one of his gadgets.
"Will we ever have kids?"
He stiffens and almost drops his screw driver. Straight as the rod in a drill sergeants ass, he turns to look at me like a deer caught in car lights.
"Why? You want em?"
I shrug helplessly and shift from foot to foot.
"We'd be terrible parents."
He relaxes and starts to giggle and snort at the very idea. I ignore my own sinking stomach and laugh along with him. We can fix this later. He'll fix me. Right?
When I finally got the guts to ask him if I could go into a town for "something" I was surprised by his nonchalant reaction. We were leaning into the engine of an old and rusted truck. It was so old there weren't any seat belts on the single bench chair.
"Yea, I'll take you after we fix this piece of shit up."
Not exactly the response I was expecting. I thought it'd turn into a fight, maybe some angry fucking, and when he was relaxed enough I'd ask him again to cover me for a trip into town.
"They let you leave?!"
He looks at me like I'm a particularly special brand of stupid.
"How the hell did you think we have food and materials?"
"I-"
I had no sarcastic comment to cover my embarrassment. He rolls his eyes and gets back to fixing the shitty engine. I go back to passing him stuff and cranking where I'm told.
"Anything else I'm too dense to notice around here? A mistress in the basement? Secret family hidden in another house?"
Like what I thought about with that girl. Turns out he really was going to feed her to the rats-using a bowl to trap them on her stomach, fucking disgusting-but he admitted it was a nice view and that's why she was nude. Fucker lost his arm privileges that night. I never found her after she made it into the woods and I assumed she was caught, prayed to the nameless woman, and went about my day trying not to think about how scared she must have been.
His head banged against hood from his laughter but I can't find it in myself to make fun of him. What if there is another girl somewhere around here? No, that's just my insecurities talking. For one, he had the tack of a rampaging bull with me. For another, I'm pretty sure I keep him more than sexually sated. If he wants torture porn he can fucking watch it, as long as it's not some deluded chick he's got locked up. Hopefully, its not a real fear and I feel dirty considering.
"But seriously, how do you keep this place running? Everyone else is..."
"Fucking stupid? Yea I know."
"I was going to say not in the right mind, but sure. Fucking stupid."
"Well, continuing before you rudely interrupted me,"-I elbow his side as I hand him a wrench he pointed at-"I keep the electricity up by stealing and rewiring from the grid. Water is from a well some where. For everything else, I use the money from the suckers around here."
I feel like he's keeping something from me. There's no way he can get enough money from the multitude of homeless and the small fraction of middle class people to pay for all this shit. I had assumed it all just hung around the property but now I feel kind of stupid. Maybe cash from the suits? But why would he hide that, he's keeping me in the loop now?
"Some stuff comes from things Zoe scavenges around in abandoned homes. It's why Eveline keeps the dumb bitch sober."
"What!"
He side eyed me and pursed his lips.
"You thought she just did it out of will power? No, Evie needs her as her fetching girl. She'd sends Zoe on town runs usually, but she doesn't know what shit I need to fix the electrical wires in the house. I've been sent more often but that's because she's gotten her ass grounded too many times."
I pass him another weird do-hicky I don't know the name of. He tightens one more thing before stepping out and cleaning with the torn up shirt beside him, throwing down the now greasy rag into the tool box.
"Get in the car sugar tits, and start the engine."
He swats my blessedly jean clad ass and starts to clean up.
"Ask, or I'll run you over."
He huffs but I can see the smile in the corner of his mouth.
"Peach, my love, my life, start the fucking car please."
I don't put any weight in the teasing words, trying to still my pounding heart. Sliding in, I grab the keys from the dashboard and rev the engine. It sounds powerful. I cut it off and hopped out tossing him the keys.
"Ok, so where the fuck did you get the new engine?"
It was way less rusted than the rest of the metal giant. He shrugs and pockets the keys before shooing me away from the makeshift garage he keeps in the back and into the main barn.
"Some jack ass with a truck drove right into the swamp."
He giggles and his eyes look shiny.
"Didn't get to him before the gators but I got his shit."
He uses another rag to clean up the rest of the motor oil and shrugs on the abandoned hoody on one of the many tables.
"Go get yer shit, we leave in 10."
I nod and run upstairs, deciding to keep the grease spotted jeans and slipping on one of the prettier shirts he'd given me and one of his spare hoodies. Snagging a random cap off the floor I fit it over my head and run down stairs, not really caring what I look like. Lucas gives me a once over before nodding and leading me back to the truck by the small of my back.
I can't physically contain my excitement as he maneuvers the lumbering beast out the small gate by the shack, immediately turning on a newish looking radio. It takes some tuning but I manage to get a only minimally staticky station. It takes almost a half hour of me yelling along to the Hits One station for him to reach across my lap and tear open the glove compartment. A few dozen CDs spilled out, all rock of course, and I laughed while he gritted his teeth.
I give in and pop in some random band I never heard of, a softer rock that I can vibe to while we drove into town. To my surprise he lifted his hood and by passed it. I guess if you're declared missing while living in the murder house you don't want to be found out. The next over is bigger, almost a small city and we both relax. No one could recognize us here. He pulls up next to a dusty looking Walmart and drops a huge wad of 20s into my lap along with a small flip phone.
"Get whatever you need, I'll be back to get you in an hour and then we leave. Just dial one if you need me, and I'll come get you."
I stare blankly and gingerly pick up the money. He's just dropped me a few hundred and is leaving me for at least an hour. I could take the money and run. I could steal a car, he already taught me how to hot wire. Hell, I could call the police. The thoughts filter out in seconds. I'm not going anywhere and he damn well knows it. Pulling him in for a quick kiss I hop out and wave as he rolls out of the parking lot, rushing into the store. If I want actual food I better get it now.
In half an hour I had zoomed across the store for all my necessities I forgot I missed. Loofahs, body wash and shampoo, a basket of fruit, and fried chicken along with boxes of cereal and junk food. A couple packs of cheap panties and sports bras. I even guiltily snagged a tube of mascara and concealer. I miss feeling pretty. That, and a few pregnancy tests, and I'm ready to go 20 minutes early. As I'm checking out I call Lucas and decide last second to check out the strip mall across the lot.
"Going to the strip, see you in 20?"
He grunted and I could hear the sound of gruff voices in the background.
"I grabbed some fried chicken and hush puppies if you're hungry."
He breathed out and thanked me under his breath, the voices getting louder with every second.
"Jesus, what's going on over there?"
I can hear the genderless overlapped voice in my ear whisper and I ignore it. The damn thing is always aggravated when either of us might be in danger.
"Jus' some side work, baby. I'll see you in 20."
I hang up and accept my groceries, making sure none of the bills I hand over are blood stained. As I walk across I wonder if this was the best idea when the 6 bags slapped annoyingly on my thighs and cut into the skin of my inner elbow. The strip mall consists of a run down Tai place, a craft store, and a couple boutiques. Without thinking about it I step into the craft store, breathing in the familiar scent of yarn and dusty AC.
"Ma'am, can you leave your bags up front please?"
The young teen at the counter smiled apologetically but I'm more relieved than anything. I don't know why I thought I could lug around these groceries while shopping.
"Yea, of course."
I gently set the bags on the table and go into the main store. It's small but well furnished. It's no Michael's but for a small business the homey place is pretty damn good. It was only me and a few other customers, an elderly couple and a young man.
"Hey!"
I turn to see the guy and raise a brow. He's a man of average height and build but his smile is kind of dazzling.
"Sorry, can you help me? I'm trying to find some good yarn for my mom but I don't know what to get."
I shrug and smile, remembering my giant collection of homemade beanies back home.
"Sure, what's she making?"
I helped him but it didn't end at that. We got talking and I was really into the conversation, talking animatedly to someone normal for once and not even wondering why we were following each other around the store. He didn't pick anything up but I was able to grab the needed for what I'm making for Lucas. Smooth twine and pretty green glass beads. When he asks for my number my smile falls. Great. I have found the one dude in this county attracted to hideous scars and bitch faces in a craft store. I edge away and plaster a smile back to my face.
"I'm sorry but I need to go find my husband now."
"Husband?"
He looks me up and down and zeros onto my currently bare ring finger. His smirk turns greasy and my chest feels frozen.
"Ah don' see no ring, honey."
Oh god I feel disgusting when he says that. I tug the chain I found in a drawer a while ago from under my shirt and show him.
"I have to get it refitted so I don't want to risk it falling off before then."
As I showed it off his face darkened and I felt the imposing presence behind me. Lucas. I lean back into him and smile up.
"This is my husband. Excuse us but we gotta get going, nice to meet you."
His grip on my waist tightens to almost crushing as we check out and the man shadowed us. Shit.
"Hey buddy-"
The man claps a hand on Lucas's shoulder before he flipped around and gripped it crushingly. He was calm though, greasy smile in place.
"That was mighty rude of you to interrupt us friend. I think the lady has a right to talk to whoever without you breathing down her neck."
My eyebrows shoot to the sky when he grins at me. The fuck? This is the furthest thing I thought would happen when I came into town. Maybe he sees the scars as a huge source of insecurity? Easy target when self esteem is low.
"I'm sorry but we really have to get home."
He was behind us in line and my muscles tensed the longer we stood there. Dear god, the feeling of the man looking at me is greasy. The voices were almost screaming at this point, warnings in unknown languages blaring in my brain. Something is seriously wrong. My stomach sank when he offered to help me carry the bags when Lucas just turned to the door. Knowing better than to reject him I hand him half my groceries with a shaky smile.
I have to forcefully remind myself I have superhuman strength. That if he tries anything I could beat him to a pulp. He's not even that tall, no were near as Lucas, but he gets uncomfortably close. Lucas walks ahead while the man yaps, back stiff and legs stomping. Something went wrong. As the dude bro goes on a speech about how a husband shouldn't leave his wife to carry everything I rush ahead and bump elbows with my currently distressed husband.
"What's wrong?"
His hand flung out and fisted into the back of my shirt, tugging me closer.
"Business went sour, then I come to pick you up and see you flirting with a jackass."
Before I could get angry the man comes up and smiles a winning smile, helping us load the groceries into the back. I thanked him and almost screamed in frustration when he asked for a hug in return.
"Uh, I'm not sure about that."
I laughed nervously when he opened his arms and said he wasn't taking no for an answer. Jesus. I could refuse but I saw the confident look in his eye and the leatherman on his hip. He is not taking no for an answer. I give him a stiff armed hug and tried to tug away within milliseconds only to be held tightly. Oh god, oh god, oh dear god. Lucas got into the space and tore him off, throwing him at our feet.
"Hey you ugly mother fucker! I was just hugging her!"
Lucas snorts and tugs me to the truck, hand crushing my wrist.
"Yea, well she was an ugly whore anyways."
My shoulders hunched and I wanted to disappear. A few people in the crowded lot watched the whole damn thing and didn't stop him or even ask if everything was ok. I may be a monster but I fucking hate people. When we got to the truck both of us were stiff and I noticed how the sun was beginning to climb back down. The cab was silent as we munched on our fried chicken and listened to the radio.
He doesn't complain but I kind of want him to. He's so quiet, occasionally looking at his FrankenPhone to shoot off a text. I feel pretty invisible and the stupid voices won't shut up. Slumping against the door I look in the rear view mirror and watch the car behind us. It's when we're out of city limits that I get a suspicion. When we passed by the tiny town of Dulvey almost a half hour later without it stopping my stomach sank.
"Lucas."
"Ah know."
Shit. I gulp and hold onto the door handle while we made the turn into the dirt road. The car is far behind but I can see the dust cloud rising. Lucas parked in a stretch between town and home, a drive of another long abandoned farm next to us. No people for miles around. The car catches up to us and immediately Lucas steps out, a tire iron he kept under the seat in a white knuckle grip. I felt my brain short circuit when the man from the store stepped out. Who the hell follows a woman that rejected them?! Holy shit, that's sick.
When Lucas swung at the mans headlights I screamed in my hand. I may see him become some twisted cousin of Jigsaw but I have never seen him get physically violent. Not even with his father, he just takes it and heals. I fumbled out when the creep squared up as if he could take a swing at Lucas and live. He may be a disgusting creep, but if I could save just one person I'd be happy. I get between the two and when my bare hand makes contact with the small bit of the strangers exposed chest, I know I made the wrong choice.
Lucas makes a sound like a fucking animal, deep and base, while the guy took hold of my elbow and got closer. My skin crawled and I know with complete certainty that he is a goddamn monster. That this isn't the first time this has happened. The voices of his victims cry in my ear, girls and women who were raped and killed, their husbands and partners killed for trying to save them. I tear away and fall to the ground, freeing space for the bar to connect with the side of his head.
I'm gasping and trembling as the low roar in my head slowly quiets, Lucas crouching in front of me waiting out what he probably thought was a panic attack. I nodded to show I was ok but from the look on my face I must look pretty queasy. I watch from the ground as he ties up the body and dumps him in the back with our groceries, gagging him with a scrap of his own shirt and he pulled out a cord to tow his car behind us.
"In. Now."
He is pissed. Probably about what happened earlier today but also by whatever his twisted mind made of the situation. I jump into the passenger side curled into myself as he towed the car into the swamp after he searched it. I don't look at the stuff he pulled out. We didn't make it far when he stopped the truck and hopped out. Just now I notice we are still in the unfamiliar swamp, taking a back road deeper in. I jumped when he nearly tore my door off the hinge and I crambled away on reflex, stopped by the blank look on Lucas's face.
"Over here. Now!"
I obeyed despite my own anger. If he snaps he could break me in half. I scootched across the bench hesitantly, only for my legs to be yanked until I was pressed against him, ass barely on the seat.
"Lucas."
My sharp admonishment was met with a frantic kiss that tore the inside of my lip trailing down my ruined cheek where he bit into the place my jaw and neck met. He didn't let go when I squirmed in his hold he just yanked my head back with my short curls. I was shaking when blood began to flow and soak into my shirt. He's so close to my wind pipe and jugular and so lost he might tear it out if I fight. He let go only to start dragging his tongue through the trail of blood all the way between my cleavage where he stayed. I pressed my hand against the throbbing wound and leaned my head away wearily.
"What was that about?"
I almost choked on my tongue when he snapped his hips up to press his erection into my jean covered cunt.
"Here? Now?"
I was a little scared, yes. There's a dude in our truck and Lucas is one push from becoming unhinged. But more than that I, felt like I was on fire with excitement. I have never had sex in a car and from the looks of it, this is going to get rough. I helped him strip my body but before I could tug his hoody off he shoved me back and yanked my legs around his hips.
"Lucas what the hell?"
When I tried to sit up he placed a palm under my breasts and held me down while unbuttoning his jeans.
"Let me do this Peach."
I wanted to take control. I wanted to fuck him so had I fell apart. But I could get into this. Plus, I think he might need this. He barely had to prep me, fingers sinking in easily. I'm almost always wet these days. He give me a quick smile before climbing up on top and pushing me back until he could close the door, enclosing us in a private space separated from the whole world. Instead of just grabbing my hips and trusting in he turns me on my side facing the back of the bench, my left leg dangling over his shoulder. We've tried this before and it's awesome for quickies, getting him deep but not enough room or power to make it hurt. He settles with his other hand and ever so carefully presses inside, gently to savor the first fresh parting.
He started carefully, hard thumb pressing into my clit, playing me like a finely tuned guitar. I used to think he'd get bored with me, that he'd dispose of me and get some new pussy. But he always explores my body like it's new and fascinating to him, fingers tracing the shape of me, hips fitting against mine perfectly as his hands rove and squeeze. Seconds turned to minuets, gentle rolling turned to hard and jarring thrusts, his free hand reaching down to tug a nipple as I turned my rolled my upper body so I could hold onto the door handle. I came with a muffle scream when one of his hands squeezed my ass and the other went back to pinch my clit.
He came with me, groaning as he hunched over my leg and carefully rolled his hips, hands scooping up the drops that escaped with practiced ease and rubbing it gently into my labia and inner thighs. My eyes roll into the back of my head and little after shakes caught my whole body, more and more cum leaking from the clenching. He laughs quietly and kisses the inside of my knee. I thought we were done there when he carefully pulled out until I noticed him rubbing his cock back to life. His stamina is amazing and way more than mine will ever be. Side effect from the infection? If it is, it's one of the better ones.
He yanked me up harshly and arranged me like he wanted, sitting right on the bench with my legs splayed and raised. I'm dubious about it until he gets straight, knees bracketing my hips and hands holding the back of the seat, pushing my supported legs higher and further immobilizing me. If he had spare rope I don't doubt that he would tie me up to keep me completely still. He molded himself to me and slid in deeply while burying his head in my shoulder. Not knowing what to do with my arms I slide them under his clothes resting on his back and taking the hard and fast thrusts he dished out immediately. Tighter and tighter he held me and I just sobbed and rode him, finally feeling safe after the whole incident. I babbled like an idiot while nudging his head and burying nail into his jerking muscles. Maybe for relief or maybe to spur him on, I have no idea.
"He tried to take me from you. He wanted to take me away and fuck me, but you won't let him."
"Fuck, thas right Peach. Shhh, come on, take it baby. All you have to do is take it."
So I did, hanging on limply as he jack hammered inside of me. He's slurring and I felt the hot burn of tears run down my shoulder as he bit down on it. My own tears leaked out and stained his hoody. Under my breath I mutter and beg him to hold me tighter. To not let go. He's unusually quiet, just grunts and slow whines whenever I would sob his name.
Normally he'd be saying something filthy and spanking me red while cooing one of his many pet names but the situation is a little different. Anyone passing by would have assumed he was raping me. It felt like it should have been with how violently he presses inside, not all my tears are of relief. But every time my muffled cry of pain sounded he would slow or stop all together until I rolled my hips just right to get him moving.
I could feel his last load drip out between us, soaking into the rough jeans that catch my clit with every moment. That's a lot better, wet fabric less painful than dry. I could hear the sloppy sounds of us and the low moaning of the suspension. I was honestly surprised when the truck didn't just fall apart when he raised his arms to wrap around the back of my head, stretching my hamstrings past comfort to roll in harder and harder. The cab jumped with us, my tits bouncing almost uncomfortably with the second momentum. My nipples scraped roughly against the thick fabric of his favorite hoody, catching the zipper and sending ice down my spine.
I could feel my face being to stretch and I blush in embarrassment. Sometimes the frills come out during sex but he doesn't even pause, just gets out of the way from the shape pokes and rested his forehead against mine. His eyes are squeezed shut and his breathing is shallow. The air between us sparks, filled with our moans and unspoken words. He was angry. I was scared. And I love him.
I don't say it but I do pucker my lips against his, letting him do the rest of the work since I physically can't lean up any further. Tongues swirling and lips bitten, we came together again and I screamed in his mouth at the burning numbness of the furious rubbing stopping, melding flesh to flesh. His cum felt even hotter than before, burning swollen and abused nerves as I shook and twitched on his lap. The spiny appendages relaxes and sunk back in and I wince a bit at the familiar pain, squeezing a hand between us so I could run away the bone deep ache.
"Can, uh, can we talk about this?"
He hissed through his teeth and gave me a lazy glare. So that's a no. Not surprised, he really isn't into feeling sharing. But sometimes, if I leave enough post it notes on his monitor, he'll start writing responses to my questions. He pulled out with a hiss as our skin stuck and pulled. Fuck, that feels good. He leaned his back on the dash and kept my legs up so he could see me leak, and I have to hold onto the brackets where a gun rack would be so I don't fall over.
"Ya done admiring the view?"
The air lightened a bit when he smiled but he was closed off right after, not meeting my eyes as he let me go and watched me slump over. My insides hurt but it'll pass in a while. He patted my thigh and jumped out, arranging my legs so they wouldn't get caught in the door, but other than that didn't do anything to clean me up. Hopping back onto the other side he started the car with barely a glance over at me. I lied there, sweaty, naked, with cum pooling under me, and the only thing I could think was I hope he doesn't make me clean up the mess.