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 14: Congratulations?
Over the course of the next several days, Blake was watched like a hawk. Thankfully, it was Thomas who stayed with her most of the time, and when he wasn't available, Luda Mae took over. Blake was given several lectures from the old harpy, about "leavin' the weapons to the boys" and that she was not to abscond with any more contraband, as it "wasn't ladylike". Apparently ol' Uncle Hoyt was still quite sore, (in more ways then one,) from the beating Blake had given him. Speaking of which, the girl hadn't seen Hoyt for a few days, which was good, considering the wounds he left, mental and physical, were still quite fresh. When she had to be left alone, as she was at this moment, Blake was securely chained to the bed with very little slack, just in case she tried to hurt herself again. Of course, no one believed her when she kept claiming that it wasn't her doing, but how do you explain to someone that the dream demon from your hometown slashed open your wrists and still sound sane? Not that sanity was a mainstay for the psychic anymore, as it was quite possible that in between the mix of outright terror and boredom, she had already lost her mind.
Blake did have a lot of time to think, mostly about what Krueger said, about how her mother's evil nearly became her own. For some reason, he wanted her alive, alive and in tact, body and spirit. Now, this did nothing to ease the pain Hoyt had caused her, but sending a demon after him was not the way to handle it. He might have deserved it for what he had done, no doubt, but Blake remained determined not to let herself sink to that low again. She would NOT become the very monster that Hoyt or Amelia were.
"I'll j-just have t-to find another way... I-I'm sorry daddy... Jason. Hopefully you'll understand..."
Then there was something else Blake had to think on. She had, if only for a brief period, controlled Thomas! It took far more of a strain on her then controlling an animal, but it was the first time she had actually linked into another human being's mind. She didn't know how exactly she had done it. Perhaps it had something to do with the same sort of stresser that caused her powers to spark back to life in the first place?
'Does Tommy even know or remember? Would I be able to do it again?'
If she did do it again, say to prevent Thomas from taking his chainsaw to someone his family ordered to be cut down, would they start to suspect that she was forging a special or "unnatural" bond with Thomas and kill her out of fear?
The throbbing pain in her ankle and wrists stirred Blake from her brooding, causing her to wriggle on the bed involuntarily, trying to get into a more comfortable position. Before leaving, Thomas made sure that her injured ankle was raised up on a pillow to help with the swelling and that she had plenty of cushioning, but lying on the bed in one position with your hands shackled above your head made finding an ideal spot quite tricky. Sighing in defeat, Blake looked down at herself, noticing the ever so slight rounding of her stomach. Something that would only be noticed upon looking closely.
"I-it's gotta be from... n-not doing much lately... t-that's it..."
She tried convincing herself, but it wasn't working. Blake felt the ever so light pinprick of another soul, it wasn't anything harsh or distracting. More like what she felt when her father was around, or with Jason and Lisa, as she pretty much considered them to be her family. Even Thomas began to leave an impression on her without realizing it. But none of them were nearby at this time. It was coming from... inside of her own body.
Blake was often sick in the morning and her monthly cycle was running rather late. Add all of those things together, and it equals,
'Oh... oh m-my G-god... I-I'm-'
Before she could finish her thought, the distinct sound of a key being turned in the lock on the bedroom door distracted Blake, causing her to let out a frightened gasp. The girl relaxed, if only a little, when she sensed it was Thomas on the other side, having heard his gruff voice inside her mind, 'Pretty Blake? Mamma says nice Blake being good. Mamma thinks pretty Blake is ready to help downstairs.'
"T-Tommy?" Blake questioned, turning her body as much as she dared.
Thomas seemed to breathe a deep sigh of relief, seeing that his girl was still right where he left her. In just a few strides, the giant man was already towering over her at her bedside, making Blake feel rather small and vulnerable.
'Don't be scared, Tommy never hurt his pretty Blake.'
He released Blake's slack, allowing her to move much more freely, though before the psychic could try to stand up, Thomas had already scooped her up in his arms. Even in punishment, Thomas still pampered his precious little female whenever he could.
'Show nice Blake something...'
Thomas took the girl to the window, gesturing for Blake to look outside. The sky was still gray and the ground damp, but beneath a tree out in the yard was a mound of freshly dug dirt and a circle of stones surrounding it. A small, sad smile crossed Blake's lips as she leaned against the brute's shoulder, letting her tears fall down her cheeks. She knew exactly what that was, without even reading his thoughts.
"Y-you buried my sweet Jason for me, didn't you?" Blake sighed, "E-even t-though your uncle tried t-to get you to s-stop."
Sadly, Thomas nodded, gazing down at the small girl cradled in his arms. He hugged her close, his way of telling the girl that he was sorry for her loss. Thomas liked the dogs too, and now poor Toby was all alone.
"I-it truly m-means a l-lot to me, Thomas. T-thank you f-for taking care of him."
Blake sighed heavily, giving one last look to her beloved companion's final resting place before being carried out of the bedroom. In all honesty, she didn't know if she should tell Thomas about her condition or not, especially considering that she didn't want Luda Mae or Hoyt having ANYTHING to do with her... gosh, just thinking it sounded surreal... her baby. Blake did not want these backwoods hicks corrupting and tainting something so pure and innocent.
As they went down the stairs, she could tell that Kaylie was still alive down in the basement. Hoyt apparently was still getting his use out of her. In the living room, nothing much had changed, save for several baskets of laundry that must have just come off the line. Luda Mae sat in her favorite arm chair, humming softly and folding clothes. Upon seeing her gigantic son, the elderly woman smiled brightly, gesturing for Thomas to set Blake down on the couch so that she could put her ankle up.
"Yer lookin' much better, little one. Gettin' nuff ta eat?" Luda Mae asked, sounding ever so sweet.
Slowly, Blake nodded without a word.
"That's real good. Gotta make sure yer healin' okay, good food an' plenty of sleep ought ta help with that," Luda Mae prattled on, "Now, ya wouldn't mind helpin' me out with the foldin', wouldja? Don't you worry none 'bout Hoyt, I made sure he's doin' his chores outside. He and Tommy... well... they still in disagreement about what happened."
When Luda Mae turned back to her folding, Blake leveled a quick glare at the old, delusional bat. Yeah, Hoyt had only tried to rape her after promising Thomas that he'd protect her! Nothing serious! She knew it, Thomas knew it, but Luda Mae just wanted peace and harmony restored in the house. Grunting with distaste at the mention of his uncle, Thomas kissed Blake on her forehead, then placed his hand over her heart.
'Help Mamma? Stay good?' he gruffed, tilting his head a little in silent question.
Blake returned Thomas' gesture, placing her hand over his heart, feeling the deep, steady 'thump' of each beat beneath her palm. She nodded, just barely. Satisfied, Thomas left, heading out the kitchen door, presumably to help his uncle with chores... and if The Good Lord above was kind, take an ax to Hoyt's head. (Hey, the girl could still dream.)
With an inward sigh, Blake complied and began to help Luda Mae with the laundry, doing her best to dodge personal questions and just say very little in the hopes the old woman would get bored. It was at least better then being chained up in her room, idly waiting for someone to come by to either feed her or allow her to relieve herself. Blake instead busied herself with trying to puzzle out how exactly she had linked to Thomas, when she heard something that would be impossible for anyone to ignore.
"I couldn't help but notice that yer late." Luda Mae mentioned, with a slight smile.
Yup, THAT finally got Blake's attention, "Hmmm? W-what d-d-did you just say?"
"Yer monthly cycle, dearie. I've been keepin' my eye out fer when that's supposed to be happinin', and I ain't seen any of them sanitaries in the trash." Luda Mae explained further, sounding as though if she were any happier, she'd start walking on water, "You was supposed ta tell me as soon as things began changin' with ya. Anything ya care to tell me?"
This caught Blake completely off guard and left her akin to a deer in the headlights of a car. With everything that had happened as of late, her failed escape, being bedridden, plotting said escape, thinking long as hard about what Freddy Krueger had told her, and just trying to NOT be assaulted by Hoyt, a small detail like that slipped Blake's already exhausted mind. That old bag Luda Mae dug through the garbage?! She memorized that personal little detail, possibly logged it somewhere, since Blake had been taken into the family? Who the hell does that?! Now Blake had to think of something, anything, and quick.
"N-no... i-it's n-nothing... -gulp-... s-sometimes... it's j-just irregular. S-should be along any day now."
Blake knew that she didn't sound very convincing, nor would she be able to hide her swelling belly after a few months. If she didn't escape, her condition would show, possibly within the next month or two. Luda Mae didn't really look like she believed a word Blake said and grew rather suspicious as she rose from her chair.
"You better not be fibbin' me, girl. We need to know if-"
Before she could finish, Uncle Monty's shouting from out on the front porch caught both of their attention, leading Luda Mae to walk to the window for a better look. A faint trail of dust, (not nearly as thick due to the moist ground and air,) rose behind a police car as it rolled up the dirt driveway. But there was a problem... Hoyt's cruiser was still parked in front of the house! Immediately, Luda Mae's calm demeanor turned to panic.
'No, oh no! They ain't gonna take her away, not after all the work we done! W-we gotta hide her, and fast, hopefully the boys woulda seen that!' she thought, frantically.
Curious, Blake leaned over the side of the couch and craned her neck in order to get a look out the window. In all honesty, her heart nearly pounded right out of her chest when the cop car pulled to a stop in front of the front porch. No wonder Luda Mae was terrified! Monty could be heard, barking questions to the officer while the door to the kitchen suddenly swung open. The heavy footsteps trying to be quiet was none other than Thomas, and the second set unfortunately belonged to Hoyt.
"Shit, shit, shit! What the fuck is he doin' here?!" Hoyt hissed.
"You an' I will set him straight, but before he comes, we gotta hide Blake!" Luda Mae answered back, in a harsh whisper, "And keep her quiet..."
Thomas was clearly terrified, knowing that if things went wrong, they'd take Blake, and possibly the rest of his family away from him. For the time, this seemed to bring a truce to his and Hoyt's feud. Thomas nearly lost his special girl, he did not want to risk her again. Meanwhile, swallowing the dry lump in her throat, Blake's mind raced, already hearing the cruiser door slam shut and the officer outside greet Uncle Monty. Finally making her decision, the girl tried to sit up from the couch and scream for help, only to have Thomas' large hand plaster over her mouth, muffling her cries. She whimpered and struggled, trying the make the chain rattle, any sort of noise, right up until Hoyt stepped on it, temporarily removing any slack.
"None of that now, little darlin'. Can't have ya bein' takin' away from my nephew now."
It was obvious that he was over compensating, trying to win Thomas back to his side, though it didn't seem to effect Thomas one way or another.
'Quiet. Or bad, mean man try to take pretty Blake away. Thomas keep special Blake safe.' Thomas' gravely voice growled softly in Blake's mind.
Blake tried to relax herself, cut out the racing thoughts of those around her and try to focus on the newcomer. At once, Thomas knew what Blake was attempting to do and whimpered in terror and alarm.
"Hush now, boy," Luda Mae whispered, while she withdrew a syringe out of her apron pocket, pulled off the cap, then stuck it in Blake's upper arm, "Don't want him hearin' you either, sweetie."
Almost immediately, Blake stopped her struggle and fell limp on the couch, moaning softly. It was a small dose, not so much as to put her out for several hours but just enough to make her sleepy and compliant. Luda Mae always carried one on hand for just such emergencies.
"Git her upstairs, Tommy. Hurry." Hoyt said, in a low growl, "And hide the chain too!" he added, handing Thomas a bunched up coil of the girl's tether.
Thomas scooped the girl up quickly, staying out of sight of the window, hurriedly carrying her upstairs to their room just as there was a knock at the door. Moaning softly and squirming tiredly, Blake tried to cry out for help, but all that came out of her mouth was a low groan. The massive brute held her close, as if she were the most precious thing in the world to him. By the time he rounded the corner, making sure that the chain was out of sight the knocking became more impatient, along with Uncle Monty's indignant grunting and ramblings.
Just as Luda Mae took in a deep breath, opening up the door to greet the patrolman, Thomas already had Blake safely tucked back in their room. He put her down on the bed, laying down next to the girl, one hand over her mouth, just in case, and the other arm wrapped around her midsection. Blake struggled, but it was like a fawn trying to escape the grip of a grizzly bear. Gently, Thomas kissed her, behind the ear, and settled in. Unbearably sleepy, all Blake could do was try and listen in on the muffled conversation downstairs.
*Downstairs*
"Good afternoon officer, what can I do ya, fer?" Luda Mae greeted, putting on that hospitable, southern charm she had honed into an art form.
A very handsome man in a state patrolman's uniform stood on the other side of the door, clipboard in hand. He was roughly in his late thirties, potentially early forties, dirty blonde hair, clean-shaven, and bright green eyes. "Walker" was written on the tag just above his badge.
"Afternoon Ma'am, I'm here on a missing person's report," he began taking a photo off his clipboard and handing it to Luda Mae, "I was just wondering if you've by any chance seen these people."
Both Hoyt and Luda Mae struggled to keep a straight face when they saw the girl and her father staring back at them from the picture.
"Blake and Tobias McCormick, father and daughter, reported missing about two months ago, and last seen in Travis County." Walker continued, "You sure they never came up here for help or anything? Last we heard, they were seen walking along the edge of the highway."
"Nope, I'm the sheriff 'round here, I think we'da known if them two showed up. They'd kinda stick out." Hoyt chimed in.
Walker just chuckled slightly, giving a curt nod to his fellow lawman.
"They do look like a nice little family," Luda Mae sighed, sadly, "I wish we could be more help, but they ain't come 'round here."
Hoyt nodded in confirmation while Luda Mae handed the photo back. With a sigh, Walker took a quick glance around, having thought he may have heard something behind him.
"Well then, if you see or hear anything, be sure to give me a call," Walker said, handing Luda Mae his card, "Oh, and before I forget, keep an eye out for two potentially stray purebred German Shepherds. Tobias and Blake were last seen in the company of those dogs. Could be a lead."
Now both Hoyt and Luda Mae were thinking fast on how to get rid of this cop. Hoyt got lucky when he killed the real sheriff and assumed his place, they might not get so lucky with a second. They just wanted him gone. If he were to snoop around, he might find Toby locked up in the barn or ask questions about the mound of dirt and rocks near the tree in the backyard. Luckily for them, the patrolman appeared to be getting ready to leave without a fuss.
"Oh you bet, you bet! Thank you sir for bringin' this matter to our attention." Hoyt mentioned, casting one of his most charming smiles at the patrolman.
"Thank you sir and ma'am for your time."
And with that, Walker was already returning to his car. No fuss, no muss. The fool was none the wiser to what REALLY went on in that house. Luda Mae and Hoyt breathed a sigh of overwhelming relief once Uncle Monty came back inside and the front door was closed. It was close, but they dodged a bullet. There had been no noise from upstairs, which meant Thomas had been doing his job.
"Should be the last we see of him." Luda Mae breathed, carefully peaking out the window to see if he had gone yet.
"He wanted to know 'bout Tommy's girl... they wanna split up the family!" Uncle Monty growled, wheeling himself past the two of them and parking in his usual spot in the living room.
"If not... there's always room that can be made in the freezer." Hoyt glowered, darkly as he glared in the direction of the door.
*Outside*
Axle sighed heavily, a bit frustrated that he had hit yet another dead end. But, before getting back into his car, he took a sweep of the property. Isolated, big house, a barn, all in all, plenty of space to hide a body, living or dead. Now, he couldn't have been certain, but Axle thought he had heard a very faint and weak female voice plead 'help... me...' while in discussion with Hoyt and Luda Mae, but he dismissed it as a gust of wind. But there was no denying that those two were definitely hiding something! That much he could tell, but without probable cause, he couldn't just go barging in there... not as a state patrolman, anyway. However, as a Soldier of Eternal Damnation... that was a whole other story in and of itself.
"I have a feeling his Lordship will be curious to know about this place." he sighed to himself, taking one last look at the farmhouse, paying particular attention to the second floor.
Before drawing too much attention to himself for lingering, Axle got into his cruiser and rolled back down the dirt driveway. The ancient and decrepit mailbox he drove past had "Hewitt" written across the top in weather beaten and rusting metal letters. Perhaps Lucian could make something of that. One thing was for certain, Axle Walker would be back to this place soon!
*Upstairs*
The only sounds were those of Thomas' heavy breathing and the occasional muffled whimper from Blake. Just to be safe, the massive brute kept his hand over her mouth. She still didn't understand, that everyone out "there" would hurt her. Take her away from him. So Thomas had to keep Blake quiet for her own good.
'Keep pretty Blake safe, not let bad people hurt us.' his gravely, broken voice echoed in her head.
When Blake heard the patrolman seemed to be wrapping things up downstairs, she tried to scream, though with a mix of the drug coursing throughout her system and the bear paw-sized hand gagging her, little more then a slight squeal came out. The girl tried to relax, tried to focus, but with everything so hazy it was near impossible. Thomas growled softly, shifting his grip to a more comfortable position, partially pulling the little female into his lap.
It was where his free hand rested that broke Blake's concentration and caused her to squirm and fidget anxiously, whimpering behind Thomas' other hand. Concerned, the giant of a man stroked her cheek and hair, "shushing" Blake in his own way, before returning his hand to her stomach. Before she could find the energy to struggle again, Thomas already felt something involuntarily stirring inside of her, the tiniest, skittish little flutter wriggling against his massive hand. Immediately, his brown eyes widened in surprise. Momentarily forgetting about what was happening downstairs, Thomas began to paw and feel all over the girl's belly, just to confirm his suspicions.
Blake had a difficult time keeping her thoughts straight, lying back against her captor's chest in defeat. She could hear the door closing, knowing that another shot at freedom was lost, possibly for good, and heard Luda Mae and Hoyt discussing what happened downstairs. Then it started again, those tiny movements against her stomach that could only be felt if searching for them. It was too late, Thomas knew. His pleased grunt and flurry of absolute bliss was all Blake needed to know.
'P-please... please, T-Thomas... d-don't l-let them...'
She was so spaced out that she couldn't finish her thought. At once the brute nodded, releasing his hand from Blake's mouth as soon as he heard the police car starting down the dirt driveway to the main road, knowing it was safe now. Rumbling deep in his chest, he hugged Blake close, never removing his hand from her stomach. He couldn't wait to let Mamma know; his pretty Blake was with child!
'Never... never let them take pretty Blake... NEVER let them take baby!' Thomas growled, mentally, as he cuddled up to the girl.
When Blake was about the try and correct him, she could hear footsteps coming up the hall and her room door being unlocked. In strolled Hoyt and Luda Mae, the latter of the two wringing her hands together in absolute worry, though she sighed in relief when she saw Blake and Thomas on the bed. While Thomas may not have been entirely thrilled at seeing his uncle, the sheer joy he felt in this moment overrode any lingering hostility.
"Still safe'n sound." Hoyt mentioned, "Say boy, whatcha doin'? That patrolman's gone, it's safe to git frisky with her." he added, with a snicker.
Luda Mae however, let out a slight gasp of surprise when Thomas ushered her to the bedside and laid Blake down, lifting up her dress enough to expose her belly. The girl moaned softly, trying to lower her skirts in protest and curl up to protect herself, but Thomas held her still. While the clothes normally hid it pretty well, it was obvious to those that knew Blake that she was just a tad plumper in the midsection then usual. Gently, Luda Mae pressed her hand against the girl's soft, exposed flesh for a minute. On cue, the tiny creature writhed and squirmed in response to the disturbance.
"Oh... oh Good Lord, child." Luda Mae sighed, happily, "Why didn'tcha say somethin'?"
Blake only moaned in response, growing more and more uneasy. A single tear slid down her cheek as Thomas put her dress back down before kissing her on the temple.
"No matter, darlin', now we know so we can start plannin'." Luda Mae stated, "Gotta make sure ya eat right, stay hydrated, and get plenty of rest. Can't be more then a few weeks along, which is a good thing."
"Haha! Way to go, Tommy. Put a lil' bun in 'er oven, didn'tcha boy?" Hoyt congratulated, casting a sinister grin to Blake, 'It'll be hard to run once yer belly swells up!'
Barely able to sense his thoughts, Blake knew Hoyt was right. After a few months, it would be impossible to conceal her condition, she'd grow tired, more-so then she already would normally get. How would she be able to fight to defend herself? Not just from creeps like Hoyt, but from the cult that was still hunting her. Oh good God! The thoughts of what THOSE people would do to her baby, even while it was still inside her... it made Blake feel physically ill!
After fawning over Thomas and Blake some more, already making future plans for when baby number two through six was to come along, Luda Mae insisted that she'd be cooking a big dinner for tonight in celebration. Hoyt followed her out, whispering in a harsh voice towards Thomas, "Go an' git 'er, boy!" with a laugh.
Once Thomas and Blake were alone again, it took every ounce of self control to not just break down right then and there. The effects of the drug were beginning to wear off, but it brought little comfort. She... she wasn't ready to be a mother. The very thought filled her with absolute terror, even if it was under ideal conditions. But this? An unwanted pregnancy while in captivity to the crazy, backwoods family of the year?!
'It-it's not the child's f-fault... d-don't blame it...'
Just when Blake was trying to organize the jumbled mess of thoughts bouncing all over the place in her head, she felt Thomas kiss her gently on her neck before taking in her scent. Her heart jolted, beating faster and faster when she sensed what it was he wanted. There was that distinct smell, the aroma a highly aroused and excited male permeated. A slight bulge formed in Thomas' normally loose and roomy work pants, which grew bigger the more he gently stroked and nuzzled her skin. He wanted her. He had been patient, biding his time, waiting for Blake to be ready. But every day since she had been taken under their roof, since Mamma declared Blake to be his, Thomas wanted her. To feel her warmth, her love. Now, he craved a private celebration with his special little female more then ever.
"T-Thomas... I... T-Thomas p-please... d-don't..." Blake paused, swallowing the lump forming in her throat as she sat up, curling in on herself.
She didn't want to be taken again as though she were some common whore. The helplessness, pain, humiliation... the pleasure... no. No! It was all wrong! But, at the same time, she also remembered what Freddy Krueger had advised, 'pay attention to someone else's needs and not just your own selfish desires.'
Those words, her own words originally, pounded against the girl's head over and over again. There was a part of her, a part growing larger every day, that did care greatly for Thomas. Maybe she was even beginning to genuinely return the love he bestowed on her. That desire to save him from being the monster his family twisted him into- 'No, no... y-you can't... b-but you are... D-don't g-give in... don't b-become one of t-them...'
"Ah..." she quietly squeaked out.
Thomas had been undoing the little snaps holding Blake's dress closed on her back, though he stopped when he heard her make a noise, fearful that he may have hurt her. Gazing back at him with frightened, tear-filled eyes, the girl choked back a terrified sob as she began to tremble, instinctively wrapping her arms around her chest, in order to keep herself covered up.
'Never hurt pretty Blake, Thomas take good care of pretty Blake... and baby. Give Thomas best gift of all.' Thomas gruffed, softly as he stroked her stomach once again, 'Mine, baby and new mamma.'
Blake couldn't believe what she was doing; she was allowing him to continue. There were a few reflex twitches here and there along with the urge to buck, scream and kick. But the girl just took in several deep, heavy breaths before she began to hyperventilate. Right now, more then ever, she needed to prove to Thomas that she trusted him. More importantly, she needed to earn his trust. So far, every attempt to escape had been an abject failure, as though some greater power was forcing her to stay for a reason. The last time Thomas had been inside her, Blake's powers returned. She had begun forging a rapport with him stronger then any bond she had made with another human, enough to even control him!
Before Blake knew it, Thomas had already slid her out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a rumpled heap. Now she was left in only her panties, and soon enough, those would be on the floor too. She shivered, watching as the massive brute quickly unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the floor behind him, and undid his belt and pants. It wasn't long until he was naked, sitting beside Blake and caressing her pregnant belly. Seeing Thomas' well endowed, erect cock again and feeling the silky skin of the tip brushing against her outer thigh caused the girl to let out a slight yelp.
'What are you doing?! What are you DOING?!' Blake screamed at herself, keeping her head bowed in shame, 'W-w-what I-I h-have t-t-to... i-if I want t-to survive...'
Thomas could tell that she was frightened, and did his best to make the girl as comfortable as possible. None of her injuries had reopened and he was careful not to accidentally put any pressure on Blake's still healing wounds. For a few minutes while allowing the girl to adjust, Thomas admired the wings inked on her back. So fitting. She was HIS beautiful angel. The mother of his child. Gently, he scooted Blake to the center of the bed and laid her down on the soft pillows. When he went to slide his fingers under her panties to remove them, Blake let out a slight scream at first, reflexively kicking and struggling until Thomas settled her down with a gentle caress.
'Thomas... be very gentle. Know nice, sweet, pretty Blake afraid. Don't be scared.'
With his thoughts swirling around in her head, Blake tightly gripped the bedsheets beneath her, trembling so badly that it caused the chains still binding her wrists to rattle. Then... she was stripped completely naked with an absolute beast of a man, just as naked, looming over her. Blake's breaths came out in short pants as she closed her eyes, feeling large, weathered hands stroking her neck, shoulders, and breasts before moving down to her stomach and inner thighs. Braving a peek, she saw the brute tenderly kissing her belly before glancing back up at her, smiling beneath his mask. What if... Blake had it all wrong? Perhaps, this wasn't him dragging her down into his world. Maybe it was Blake bringing him up into hers. With compassion, trust, love. Thomas was obviously capable of such things, Blake just needed to bring it out of him.
But... what terrified her more then anything else... was that she felt herself getting wet, just from his touch... It wasn't just "Playing Along"... it was becoming all too real.
"P-please... Thomas... b-b-be gentle w-w-with m-me..." Blake pleaded, holding back her frightened sobs as he leaned over her shivering form.
'Always, for my pretty Blake.'
::To be Continued::
Author's Notes: A bit of a slower chapter, I know. Dealing with the aftermath of the last two.
I thought it'd be fun to have Axle Walker pay the Hewitts a visit, proof that Hoyt and Luda Mae aren't the only psychos that can pass as frighteningly regular people. Luda Mae may have actually protected Blake this time around! Still, Walker has his suspicions and the next time he visits... it's probably not going to be as a State Patrolman!
And just as a confirmation, (though Freddy hinted at it in the last chapter,) Blake is indeed pregnant! Now it's not just her captors she needs to survive. Thomas' insane family, the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation, and time itself are all working against her. But, she has a secret weapon, now Blake just needs to figure out how to wield it. Can she turn Thomas to her side? Or will his steadfast loyalty to his family be too strong to break or bend? What lengths will Thomas go to in order to keep Blake and their unborn child safe?
Teheheheeeee, I know, I'm such a tease. Don't worry, next chapter will have all the lovely smut some of you readers crave. Blake is doing what she has too, not only survive, but earn Thomas' trust. Also, by willingly giving herself to Thomas, it discredits Hoyt's teaching methods. The brute's already questioning his uncle's life lessons as it is. But... Blake's been developing very real feelings for Thomas as the bond between them grows stronger.
As usual, Reviews are like my coffee, they help keep me going.
Disclaimer:: I do not claim to own The Texas Chainsaw Massacre/Nightmare on Elm Street or any of it's characters. The references to Jason Voorhees and Lisa Voorhees are from Lady_Vorrhees' story, The Strange Good Girl.