Chapter 12:

By and Bye

Eddie had full control and interestingly enough, I had no intention on relieving him. It was a nice change of pace to submit and I couldn't help but wonder if this was his first time. The theory of Eddie's virginity preyed on my libido and as much as I didn't want to ask, I had to – his first intimate encounter with a woman had to be satisfactory for the both of us. But not yet.

I watched in silence as he undressed from the waist up, leaving him only dressed in slacks as the vest, shirt and gloves were carelessly tossed away.
"Stand."
My feet met the cold wood and I obliged yet again, letting the dress fall from my shoulders; I could hear Eddie gulp and I again began to second guess his experience. Silence passed between us again, feeling the heat of his eyes pass over my nakedness. And then I saw a clear indication that perhaps he actually relished the curvy sight of a woman as Eddie's hand lowered to meet his erect member stroking it gently as he approached me. I felt like a virgin all over again; my heart began to race, my body quivered, and I felt unsure about the encounter before me. If it weren't for the cold, I might've even perspired from the anticipation. The vacant hand found my neck in a firm grasp as he pulled me in to him, the erection now brushing against me. And it seems just as Eddie had rid himself of nerves, convincing himself that he was ready as I mentally prepared myself to accept the next course of action -

CLANK

A repetitious pit-pat followed to let the two of us know we were no longer alone but neither of us exchanged looks of fear. For the moment that I glanced at my husband, I knew we both wanted whomever dared to interrupt the consummation of our union and if there were no objections, I felt more than willing to volunteer. "Eddie, let me."
"No."

"But -."

"NO."

"Why not?"

"There's no telling who it is. I'll handle it." He replied slipping into his slacks and without another word, he vanished into the quiet black hallway and left me alone with my thoughts.

And my machete.

A solid victory. I slipped into my dress with the same quickness as my spouse. Unlike Eddie, who more than likely had to tiptoe his way around, I found it easier to be conspicuous with footing. Running or walking produced no sound and with this advantage, I decided to venture our "home" machete at the ready. My only concern would be returning before Eddie, as I was sure he wouldn't approve of my disobedience.

I peeked a corner dodging into another vacant room, mannequins standing in various parts of the room; some wore homemade wedding dresses and others wore the heads of men Eddie tortured and killed. The man's work left something to be desired as several portraits of dress and tuxedos designs hung around the room. One dress designed to cover the bust with string, another more traditionally plain and complete with a veil, similar to the one I wore.
"I would've fancied the strings, dear." I muttered casually stroking the cheek of a head Eddie mounted on top of a nearby mannequin. I continued my search in another room further down with no luck of finding anything interesting and decided to fuck off back to our bedroom. Upon returning, Eddie was nowhere to be found and my emotions locked in conflict. On one hand, I was elated to see Eddie wasn't there and would therefore, not know of my short trip; however, on the other, I was afraid something happened considering I had no way of locating him. Again on instinct, I darted out of the room in the opposite direction of my last choice only to run smack into another body. Except it wasn't Eddie.

"Our visitor?"

Before he could make any sudden movements, my blade stuck outward to meet the figure's neck; he did not move. "There's a fucking bride?"

I picked up the hanging bit of dress tossing it in a light and proud wave. "You bet your sweet ass."

"….managed a bride…..pfft." His face was hard to make out but I could see a mangled mess of a mouth with bare rotten teeth grin shamelessly. Unlike other patients, this one was shirtless and incredibly malnourished, his bones poking through sickly skin. And unlike Eddie, whose fragrance consisted of death and fresh perspiration, this guy just reeked of death. "Too bad Gluskin's the real threat." I channeled my inner Eddie, bringing my hand to his neck. "Oh darling." I replied as I fiercely jabbed my machete through his flesh, a coughing gag escaping from cracked lips. "I highly doubt that." I returned his menacing grin watching him attempt to reach out for me in a struggle to keep on his feet, eventually his legs giving out; my second victim collapsed leaving my hands and machete stained with fresh blood. A pool formed around my toes inkling to the heels of my feet as I watched the last breath leave his body.

"DARLING!"

Unsure of his connotation, I refused to turn to face him, only holding the knife close to my chest. "Eddie?"

I could hear his pace quicken. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"

"He ran into me." Eddie's breathe deepened. "I couldn't help myself."
As Eddie's eyes looked over the scene, I began to wonder if I should take off myself as his instructions for me to not leave the room were crystal clear. But once his eyes locked onto me, his new wife covered in blood, I sensed a longing, an intense attraction. And before I knew it, his arms were wrapped around my waist lifting me up as our lips locked instantly. My back now against the "Welcome Home," Eddie took my armed hand at the wrist and pinned it tightly as he removed the bloody knife. "You're all messy now." The acknowledgement was followed by a swift slice at each shoulder, the spaghetti straps of my white gown loosened by the cuts as it fell onto the floor.

"I'll have something else for you. It hung loosely." Now both arms stretched over my head as Eddie trailed the tip of the blade down from my sternum to the end of my belly as my gut tightened.

"Ed…"

"You're going to be so beautiful." Almost like he read every thought in my mind, my concerns washed away as his tongue followed the very trail of the blade except the wet trail continued past my pelvis area, now ducking in and out of his mouth. He wanted to tease me. "Be quiet, darling." Somehow I figured he wanted the opposite but I nodded in agreement and immediately, Eddie began to devour me in the very hallway of this gruesome scene. His hands followed suit of his tongue, fingers dancing down my arms to meet my legs as he forced a thigh over his shoulder.
At the tips of his nails digging in, with his tongue matching the pressure, my breath began to speed up as I fought back an orgasmic breakdown; I could not believe it was actually enjoyable even with the flat side of the blade moving over my nipples. Pleased, I let one sound slip and looked to observe a reaction; Eddie looked up with a satisfied smirk and he stood, keeping that one thigh, my right at his side. I could almost taste myself as he leaned into me.

"Now where were we?"

"I believe you were going to hold me down and I was much looking forward to that."

"Mm, I knew you were the one."

With both of my thighs now wrapped around his waist, my naked chest pressed against his, we exchanged tongue as we settled in our original honeymoon place: naked, his body on top of mine, my arms pinned above my head as Eddie moved between my legs, no knife in hand. Again, I could feel his erection on my opening, the pressure finally accumulating into pleasure when Eddie finally melted into me. Even he couldn't contain a moan. I bit my lip to withhold my grin, my hips occasionally moving to meet his in a slow rhythm. Once our eyes met, the intensity within grew and I no longer held back. Moans, oohs and ahh's escaped, much to Eddie's delight as I'm sure they resembled screams. His pack quickened, soon followed by his own orgasm. As he shook I took his hands into mine as best I could, contemplating the chances of pregnancy as he regained his strength.

"How was that?" Instead of responding directly, Eddie leaned in with a kiss. "I think we're ready to grow our family." I nodded going along with him. "I think so too."

"Do you think we've practiced enough?"

"Yes." I chuckled.

"As do I."

We went two more times and in deep exhaustion, we laid together in a spooning embrace discussing baby names and where we would move, deciding Colorado not the best option as escaped mental patients. Even if this was a ruse (on both sides) I relished the conversation until it became drafty.
"You have another garment for me to wear?"

"Of course, darling."

Eddie stood strolling casually out of the room, still naked as if he didn't have a care. He returned with another hand-made gown, this one similar to the design I admired earlier. I almost complimented his designs when I remembered I was not supposed to see the rest of the floor.

"That's a beautiful design."

"I'm happy to hear you appreciate it."

He twirled his finger implying I turn my back to him; hesitantly, I complied lifting my arms as long sleeves draped over them. Indeed, this dress was a better fit.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I watched him dress back into his groom attire as I pondered a plan to steal my machete back. His voice interrupted me.

"Well darling. Our marriage is consummated and my seed is in a soft place…" Somewhere, electricity restored power and the hallways were no longer obscure. I walked to the doorway to get a better look at my last victim, an ease fulfilled me. "So now?" I turned to look at him, now discovering him in an entirely different light. There he stood fully dressed, machete armed sticking out at his side.

"You're going to glow, darling." He replied, making his way towards me with that damned machete; in response, I took a step back.

"Are you trying to leave me?"

"No."

"Then don't move."

"Put the machete down."

This apparently angered him. "Don't dare tell me what I ought to do." He still advanced, I took another step. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO MOVE."

My conscious jogged at my legs to move and this time, I committed to the thought. Forgetting about the mess I'd left, I yelped tripping over the body as I fell smack into the stained wood.

"You crazy bitch."

Not only did this dress fit, it was longer than the last, making it difficult to hop up as fast as I would like. However, running for the room full of sewing machines only found the doors to the barn-like building locked and Eddie's voice succeeding behind me.

In the span of an hour, I had been fucked physically. Now, there was a literal knife fuck threatening my livelihood.

Author's note:
Okay, here's the second half. Finally got internet to put it up. Once I return home, I have an entire week off so you guys got two more chapters coming your way before next week. Once I get that out, I'll be focusing on work and moving to the west for good so patience is key for August. Enjoy and thank you for the reviews and consolations. :)