Non-consensual sex warning.
It all came out of nowhere. Persephone had been sitting on the edge of his bed, doing everything she could to avoid his eyes as he rested across from her and typed on his phone. Her chest hurt and a dry cough tingled at her throat, so she hacked it up inside of her elbow. Pain scorched her chest and esophagus; she shot up on quivering legs and steadied herself against the wall. She felt a warm, wet splatter on her skin after one big cough. With a racing heart, she looked.
It was black goop. Like Eveline's vomit. Her breath shook and her legs gave way, sending her tumbling into the wall.
"Now, Pers, calm down," said Lucas.
Calm down? She wanted to demand how she could possibly calm down, but she noticed something standing in the doorway. It stole her voice.
Eveline smiled maliciously, sending a ripple of fear through her. Those glaring eyes, that smirking face, the absolute chill that ran cold to her core caused her terror to spiral out of control until she screamed.
"Why are you so scared, Sis?" Eveline's words only caused her to panic more.
Lucas vaulted over his bed and ran over, throwing his arms around her. "Calm down, Pers, she's not really there! Ya gotta fight her—"
Her hands plowed into his chest, throwing him to the floor. Blind panic coursed inside her veins, and she dashed through the kitchen and toward the security door. She didn't bother with any of the mechanisms and threw herself into it, busting the locks clean off. She had to get out of there; she didn't care how, couldn't focus on a route or destination. All she did was run as fast as she could.
Her heart thundered and lungs seared. She didn't care that she'd broken out into the open backyard where anyone could find her. She would swim through the damn bayou if it got her away from this hell house.
At the entrance of the trail to the old house, Eveline's imposing figure awaited, giggling at her.
"Where are you going, big Sis?"
Persephone staggered away from the little girl, heavy legs pounding into the bog. She whipped around and rushed to the main house's back porch. She'd tear through to the front door and climb over the gate if she had to. She couldn't stay in this place a moment longer!
On the porch, Diane blocked her from going in the door, whimpering with tail between her legs. She apologized as she shoved Diane aside and darted into the house. The front door, however, had been barred off. Furniture barricaded the boarded-up door. Her shock was short lived. She worked on tearing down the furniture, flinging chairs and a desk behind her — fuck the racket, fuck this house!
Almost to the front door, her muscles tensed and froze when Jack's voice pierced her ears.
"Just who th' hell are you?"
Before she could face him, he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and hoisted her off the ground.
"That's very rude, ya know, comin' into a man's house an' throwin' his furniture around."
"Mr. Baker, it's me! It's Persephone!"
She was lowered to her feet and he seemed to contemplate what she said. Then he grinned. "Persephone! Of course, of course! Lucas has told me that you been stayin' with us. Congratulations on becomin' a member of our family again!"
"Yes, th-thank you."
Jack released her shirt. "So great ta have ya back. Come on, let's go see yer mother! She's in th' kitchen makin' supper."
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, tugging her in so hard that it knocked the breath out of her.
Soon, Persephone was trapped in the dining room, with Eveline holding her arm, Jack raving about Marguerite's 'delicious' food, and Marguerite preparing a small sample of the dinner. Marguerite brought in a bowl of it, showing the mixture of guts and moldy sauce to her and taking a savoring whiff.
"Mmm, smells so good," Marguerite said pleasantly, her once sweet face grey and dirt-encrusted.
The smell of the food burned Persephone's nostrils. "No thank you, I-I'm not hungry."
"Not hungry?" Jack questioned, his voice raising. "You's a growin' girl, growin' girls have got ta eat."
Jack grabbed a piece of intestine, disgusting and wriggling with maggots, off the bowl's top and shoved it in Persephone's face. He brought it closer to her mouth. The acrid and horrific smell forced bile into her throat. No way. No fucking way was she going to eat that. She cried "no!" and slapped it to the ground, realizing that probably wasn't the best move when she saw Marguerite's contorted face.
"You little shit! How fuckin' dare you!"
Persephone's heart hammered at Marguerite's sudden outburst. Jack put a hand up to his wife, silencing her. He grabbed Persephone by the shirt collar again.
"How could ya do that ta yer own mother? She worked hard on that meal for you! Looks like I'm 'onna hafta teach you some manners, young lady!"
He reared his other fist back as the double doors to the dining room shot open.
"Dad, stop!" Lucas shouted, arm grappling onto Jack's and trying to pry him off Persephone's shirt.
Jack didn't relent. His fist bashed Persephone's jaw, teeth coming loose in her mouth, glasses skidding along the floor. The scent of iron filled her nose and copper doused her mouth. Everything went black before she hit the ground.
Stirring, disoriented, Persephone tried to sit. A fuzzy memory of her teeth getting knocked out resurfaced but as her tongue weakly explored her mouth, she confirmed they were all still there, even the one she'd lost permanently years before. Her jaw was wracked with pain. After struggling into a sitting position, she noticed Lucas on the end of the bed, cradling his arm.
He looked to her, smiling through the yellowing bruises on his eyes and nose. "Oh good, yer awake."
"Feel like I been hit by a truck," she muttered, rubbing her cheek.
"Yeah. The old man can be brutal. You was out fer about ten minutes."
She noticed him still holding his right arm but something about it didn't look normal. She dared to ask, "What happened?"
"Oh, this? It's nothin', just Jack bein' Jack."
He held out his arm. Or… What was left of it.
It had been severed from his mid-forearm, bone and tendons poking out. Her heart leapt into her throat and she swore she'd be sick. She slammed into the bed frame.
"Holy fuck!"
"It's okay, it's okay," he said quickly. "It's startin' t' grow back."
She was about to ask him what the actual fuck he meant, but she was getting her answer. Blood and skin bubbled up on his stump of an arm, forming its original shape. She stared in abject horror and amazement as fingers grew on the end of his palm, mold forging into skin. Just like that, his arm looked normal.
He said, "See? I'm fine."
Fine? Fine!? Nothing about this was fine at all. Everything was wrong — everything was horribly, terribly wrong. She felt her face run cold and her world went black again. Her mind was barely conscious, enough to feel his arms grab her and hear his voice muffled in her ear until it came into focus.
"C'mon, wake up." He patted her back, other arm wrapped around her.
"If I could stop fucking passing out today, that would be great," she grumbled. "I swear I've never passed out this much before in my—" She stopped when she realized his right arm was touching her. Persephone scrambled away from the arm that just formed out of nothing, jabbering out, "What the— what— what the fuck!?"
"Bitchin', right?" he said, flexing his fingers. "That's Eveline's gift."
"What the hell do you mean her 'gift'!?"
"Guess it's about time."
"Time for what?"
"Look," said Lucas, and she observed his hardened eyes — in that moment, she noticed his bruises were gone. "I didn' wanna be th' one t' tell ya this but we all got th' gift, n' you been infected ever since y'all ran int' Eveline."
Her stomach clenched. Infected? So that's what's been happening? She'll wind up a crazed lunatic like the rest of the family? That's why those nightmares have been occurring? She'd been puked on and the spores from that disturbing moldy vomit had been taking hold all this time. That's why she coughed that mold up. She turned away from him and sat with her head in her hands. Lucas grabbed her shoulders.
"It's all right," he said, sounding far too unconcerned for her liking. "That vaccine's comin' in fer ya — cure ya right up."
She had so many questions. She wouldn't be getting any answers, though, she had a funny feeling about that. As she thought about what he said (he was vaccinated and cured? What a laugh!), something slipped around her neck and was buckled on. She reached up and felt it: a collar. With a leash attached.
"What's this?" She demanded, trying to find the buckle to unhook it.
He grabbed her hands and held them behind her. "Just some insurance, that's all. You been very bad, Pers. If y'all woulda just listened t' me in th' first place, none a' this woulda happened. So it looks like I'll hafta train ya."
He let go of one of her hands and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small remote labeled 1 to 10. His thumb hit the 2 button. She received a sharp, mostly painless shock to the side of her neck and yelped in response. Instinctively, she clawed at the collar to remove it but he hit another button and shocked her again, this one more painful than the last.
"Ah-ah." He waggled a finger at her. "Yer not allowed t' take that off."
"Whaddaya think, I'm a dog!? You get this the fuck off me right now, Baker!" Another shock caused her to convulse, squealing from inside of her throat as she fell into him.
"Backtalk will get you a shock," Lucas teased, snickering at her.
She panted, sweat dripping off her brow and into her eyes, muscles barely able to move. He leaned into her and kissed her head down to her cheek.
"Whassa matter, Pers? I thought ya liked it rough n' kinky."
"Stop it, Lucas."
"Hmmm, nah."
He flipped her to face him before shoving her into the bed. His mouth and lips attacked her throat, sucking and nipping on the skin just above the shock collar before moving to her shoulder. He tore at her shirt, ripping it down her arm so he could mark her shoulder. She tried to push him off but he only held her arms against the bed. She thrashed under him.
"Get the hell off me!"
"Remember when ya would pretend ya didn' want it 'cuz it turned us both on?"
"I'm not fuckin' around — get off me before I kick your ass!"
She let out a hoarse scream as he shocked her again, this time for far more. The pain disoriented her, muscles convulsing and brain bleary. When she regained herself, he'd already worked on getting her pants off.
"Now, now, let's not be rude, otherwise I'm 'onna hafta shock ya again."
"Fuck y—"
"Ah-ah-ah." He waved the remote threateningly. "Be nice."
He rubbed against her, digging his already hard cock into her groin and biting his lip as he watched her squirm. Sometimes he hit her in just the right spot and her back would arch and she would grit her teeth to avoid making noise for him. He ravenously tore at her pants, ripping a hole in the crotch. She tried to shove him off but he grabbed her head and pushed half her face into the entangled covers, opposite hand unzipping his pants to pull his cock out. The head teased her opening and rubbed along her pussy, up to her clit where he slapped himself against her.
"Please, stop." Her whimpering voice was muffled, sheets covering half her face.
"Whassat? Ya want me t' shock ya? Well, all right, ya dirty bitch."
Another shock tore through her and she screamed into the bedding, convulsing as her muscles seized up.
"Fuck, yer so wet."
Lucas slipped himself inside her pussy. She couldn't do anything to stop it. All she could do was accept him. Her body still tried to recover from the last obscenely painful shock. He thrust faster inside of her, lifting her legs up until her ass was off the bed. That position drove him in deep, pain pulsing inside her, her mind blanking as it tried to save her from the agony of his thick cock.
He shocked her again for no reason, making her scream and her body stiffen. He growled in excitement and fucked her faster, her pussy and insides crying out. That crazed, impossible, infinitesimal corner of her mind try to tell her that she enjoyed the pain, the absolute pleasure by his hands. Though she wanted to force it away, she could hear it getting louder and louder, warping her cries of pain to moans of bliss. Warping every rational part of her into something irrational and insane.
By the time her throat was hoarse from screaming, and her body was begging for mercy, he ripped himself out of her. Several strings of cum shot out onto her face and chest.
"Oh, fuck," he murmured, "been makin' me cum so damn fast."
Her legs fell limply onto the bed when he released her. She could hardly feel them outside of prickling little tingles. Her head swirled, hot and dizzy, as she tried to come back to her fucked up reality.
"Get off me…"
He shook his head, humming out a mocking, "Mm-mmm. I don' think so. You still haven' cum yet, n' I ain't gonna let my woman go without."
His head lowered between her legs, tongue expertly working her. Both wrists were held by her sides. Her climax didn't take long — her bleary mind couldn't quell the sensitivity, and she struggled to deny that minuscule side of her brain telling her that this was all so right. He rubbed his face into her pussy and sucked her clit until he forced her climax out.
She lay there, exhausted in her afterglow, long given up wriggling out of his grasp as they rested in his bed. She hated feeling her orgasm's shocks throughout her body. Her pussy ached, insides feeling like they'd been ravaged and destroyed. While she knew rationally that she didn't like it, that Eveline-crazy part in her mind screamed for more. Being back in his arms — even knowing everything that had taken place — felt right to that part of her brain. She had to tell herself that it was Eveline's 'gift' doing this to her. Everyone else had lost their minds, so why would she be any different?