Sorry guys if I have been rushing through a few of the chapters. This is all based on a dream so I had to get the parts that I saw and then elaboate later. This gets a little disgusting and very graphic.
Cara sat on the acclaimed brown leather chiliean couch and observed other men and women greet Mark and his boisterous fiance. The men stood proud in their pricey tuxes ranging from brown, blue and the ever popular black. She felt like it was more of a funeral than of joy as she saw more black tuxes flowed through the main entrance of the house. "This is a funeral," she thought to herself, "Nothing like getting married to Chatty Cathy. That's enough to throw my head into the wall." She rolled her eyes at Teresa. Cara knew her for almost 3 years before deciding to marry Mark. It was after the time he caught her with another man in their bed, flailing and screaming in ectasy; after the time he caught her on the couch with the next door neighbor with her head between his legs and his shaft in her mouth, pulsating as she pulled up and down; after she decided to burn the living room after her lit joint met with the three thousand dollar laid carpet. After she pleaded with him that she was sorry, that she loved him and everything that she did was a mistake, he welcomed her in open arms. Everytime. If Cara's father was still alive, Mark would have never been with her for this long; or even taken her back from the first encouter with her infedelity. She felt the most hatred towards Teresa but always kept her mouth shut. Cara knew that Mark did love her and despite the fact he was an idiot for taking her back for her wrong doings, Cara admired Mark for his continued devotion he would show her. At times, Cara would catch Teresa eyeing another man or give a shot of her upper leg or bend over where her shirt would become tight from her breasts and her cleavage lead the onlooker down a path of could see that Mark was smiling, keeping quiet like he was told and Teresa was just gabbing at the mouth with the martini held her in hand. She laughed with a high pitched squeal followed by a cackle that made Cara's ear's ring. She looked at the other guests and found them very identical to Teresa's enuendoes. The women in their high skirts and billowing shirts, showing wrinkled skin and liver spots upon the women's chest and cleavage. The men had one hand on a drink and another in a pocket, feeling themselves to get a rise of the women trying to advance. Even Cara found a older man sitting across from her with his legs apart, staring at her. She could see that the buldge in his pants was more rounded than pointed. She saw the buldge pulse and the smile crept across the man's face, showing his tobacco stained teeth as he ran his wretched tounge across the top front row. Cara started to feel the acid bubbling in her stomach and knew she couldn't sit there any longer. The man then suddently started to reposition himself and she saw his hand run into his pocket and began to repostioned his boner. For what seemed like a while, he just kept looking at her and fumbling in his right pants pocket. Soon enough, Cara jolted from her seat and approached him, whipering into his ear.
"If you don't not stop staring at me with your two inch pathetic excuse of a dick, I'm going to make sure that you will leave this fuckin' party without your partner." She looked down toward his pants and she opened her mouth and slammed her teeth together, making the horrid clap as the bones hit each other. The man shivered and manuvered himself toward the party, away from Cara. Cara felt the smile run across her face and she walked away and proceeded up the stairs.
The loud laughing and talking was beginning to die down as she walked the marbled sighed and felt relieved with the slam of Teresa's bedroom door. She slipped out of the pasty white shoes and found her clothes neatly gathered at the end of Teresa's bed. She slithered out of the dress and felt more at least as she felt her own clothes on her skin. She opened the door and went down the hallway, leaving the dress cumbled on the floor. She found another bedroom that felt more herself as she closed the door slowly. She ploped onto the bed, feeling the sensation of sleep yet again. She yawned and exhausted her air as she fell between the pillows.
With what seemed a second, she opened her eyes to find herself in a boiler room. Pipes around her, expelling steam and moisture, dripping onto the concrete floor, she herself felt the cold, wet residue upon her jeans and hands. She got up and looked around her surroundings. The air was heavy with smoke and soot. With no light hardly within the room, she couldn't find a way out of this damp maze of pipes. Her eyes beamed over her glasses as she scanned in front of her. She moved her feet slowly as she advanced toward a metal door. She singed as the dripping water hit her shoulders, burning her delicate skin. The hissing of the pipes was defaning as Cara's pace quickened.
"Caroline...," whispered a raspy voice. She turned around quickly and looked. Nothing. She turned back around and found Freddy's smile in front of her. She backed away and he stepped forward. For every step she took back, he took forward. "Where are you going, piggy?" he asked softly. He breathing was eratic and heavy.
"Why am I here," asked Cara in a low sutble tone. "You're here, because I chose you," replied Freddy, "You show much potential to me and I need to see if you are willing or not. I'm more focused on the not." He said as his bladed hand trailed down her arm. Cara shuddered at his tickled touch. For some odd reason she felt a warming presence within his touch. He clasped her hand within his bladed hand and giggle slightly, "You know, you're not like the other girls who find themselves within this hell, as they call it. You seem to find it appealing." he said calmly, examining her face. His left hand raised up and caressed her cheek, where her scar was scabbed and healing. His touch was rough and scaled with dead skin and scars. She moved her head away from his touch and felt his temper flare.
"What's wrong with me touching your face? It's better than having this race across your pretty skin." He ungipped her hand and trailed one of his blades down her arm, leaving a long trail of red in his path. She gasped at the pain and moaned quietly. Freddy's face upturned and looked puzzled.
"That's different," he replied, "Usually girls don't moan when I have my blade touch their skin. They usually scream, cry, or just growl at me. Either way I found it rather arousing." He licked his lips and flicked his tongue between his rotting black teeth. "I told you that once you know my name, you should remember me," he said walking away slowly, "What do you remember?"
Cara stood there holding her arm as the blood flowed through her fingers onto her nails, dripping to the floor in a slow rhythm. "I remember a pre-school yard; I'm sitting on the curb and I hear kids singing a stupid song of Cutting Caroline...assholes. I remember a man, taking my hand and leading me to a dark room in another building. I smiled all the way to that room. The man russled with something in some boxes, and I heard metal being hit upon with a hammer, I guess. Then nothing."
Freddy's smile returned to his face. "Do you know why you were in that room? Do you know what that guy had such an interest in you that he brought you to that room?" Cara thought to herself and shook her head. Freddy walked over to her, looking deeply into her eyes. "Look hard enough, Cara, and you will see who that man was and why you were there." She searched his eyes and sank into them as she saw the room again.
Cara felt herself back onto that dirty matress and saw the man in the same sweater Freddy wore. She lookeda round and on to herself. She wasn't wearing her jeans anymore, just a tattered blue dress that was really high upon her man turned and her eyes widened. Freddy smiled gently at Cara, trailing his eyes up and down her outfit. His brown hair covered all of his head and his skin was smooth, dirty with soot and soil. His teeth were white and his eyes were the same icy-blue.
"It was you, " Cara snaped. He nodded in compliance. "You see, what you remember is what they told you; the parents, cops, and therapists. Only I can show you what happened in this very room. The truth that will set you free. The one notion to show if you are a ascet to me or if you are just a expendable little bitch." He walked over in his chunky brown boots, thump, thump. He lowered himself to Cara's side. He caressed her face, and smelled her neck, exhaling sharply. "This is what happened, my Cara."
His hand was around her neck, closing off her air as she scrambed to fight him. He sat on top of her, removing her ability of moving. He raised her skip wit the flick of his wrist and saw the pristine white panties before him. He giggled as she continue to struggle. " Do you remember now, Cara. You still smell the same after all these years. He pressed his weight off of her and he turned her onto her stomach and felt his full body upon her back. Cara grunted and screamed as she tried to free herself. "Screaming only intensifies the sensation, bitch." He reached back with his hand upon the back of her neck and ripped the panties from underneath her, revealing her smooth ripe ass. Freddy cackled as he stared in wonder of her. She tried grabbing his sweater but only ripped a small portion of the chest. She was then flipped over again and her arms were pressed against the mattress. He manuvered her arms into a one-hand grip and let his other hand slide down her stomach to her inner thigh. He pulled apart her lips and felt that she was moistened to his touch. He found her white nub and began to rub vigerously. She started to flail violently. "Get the fuck off of me, you sick bastard."
Freddy looked up, "Those are words I know so well. Try again, bitch." The ending of the word she felt a sharp pain and pressure as his fingers entered her warm secret. She gasped and groaned in pain. The pain then subsided and she felt a keen feeling. She felt this before. She's been through this.
"You did this to me when I was a child, you stole my innocence, " she said as he was trusting harder and quicker. "Uh-huh. I sure did take it and I am doing it again." She felt him quicken his pace and she felt the fire burn within her. The tingling sensation traveled through her arms and legs. She fought the urge to concentrate on how to get out of his hold. Freddy's gaze laid upon his fingers as they were glazed in clear liquid. "Wet, aren't you bitch?" he asked as again his pace quicken, adding additonal fingers within penetration. Cara stifled a moan as she tried to focus keeping her eyes from going into the back of her eyes. She saw her left leg was glisenting with a metal blade. She turned her feet and manuvered her toes to grab the blade and felt the sides catch into the sides as the blood began to fall. She screamed and jabbed the crude metal into Freddy's side. He screamed and pulled his fingers from within her, releasing her pin as he grabbed the metal and tore it from his side.
"You are going to fucking pay, Freddy. I trusted you with every ounce of my being and you repay me with a finger fuck? What in your pathetic mind thought that doing this to a child, to me, was a way to get yourself off. Look at your pants, you are already stained in your own juices!" Freddy looked down and saw his buldge and a large wet stain from the top of his shaft. He grimiced and looked up at Cara. His face then distored as the flames came back onto his skin and revealed the burned flesh she knew so well. "You are going to fucking pay, you little cunt." He reached for her neck with both hands extended with the sticky residue of Cara on his fingers.
"Why in the fuck did you need me to see this; to do this to me?" she screamed. Freddy stopped and looked at her. Licking his fingers of her scent, he finally said "Your place is here. You are not welcomed anywhere else. No one loves you but me. You are my bitch ever since you were a little girl, and a ripe one at that."
Cara started to feel a rage building with her chest that soon traveled to her stomach. Her tears welled into her eyes and felt the ongoing presence that she never felt before. After all the times she would cut herself from anger, hurt, resentment, jealousy; this emotion proved that she couldn't cover with just a scar.
I'll get to the rest of the story later. That's all I have right now. I'll be working on this soon.