Author's Note: This a a fairly long chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 19: Possession

Katherine's eyes snapped opened as she jolted up on the bed. Her breathing quickly became short and sharp as she began to sob. She grimaced as the felt blood staining her face. Mary's blood. A pair of hands began to quickly untie her restraints and the soothing voice of Sandra whispered quietly to her left. "Katherine's it's okay, you're awake"

Once her bindings were gone Katherine tried to pull herself over the railings. Panic spread across her shaking face. Sandra swallowed hard, a flash of terror coursing through her veins at the crimson liquid that marred the girls face. It had appeared just the moment she woke up. But whose blood, was it? "Take it easy" Sandra gently pushed her back onto the bed. "Whose blood is that?"

"Mary's!" Katherine turned to the left on the bed and flung herself over the railings. "I've got to get to her!"

Sandra ran around to her side and stopped her in her tracks. Her hands gently took hold of her shaking shoulders. "Mary? She was that girl you mentioned to me."

"Yes! He got her, my father killed her!" she sobbed.

"Listen, stay here. Get back into bed. I'll go down to the ward" Sandra reassured.

Katherine shifted uncertainly on her feet and then climbed back into bed. She watched as Sandra quickly filled a plastic up of water and held out a few pieces of handkerchiefs. "For your face. I'll be back soon"

She nodded and soon Sandra hurried from the room. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor as she ran down the corridor. A few doctors glanced at her with curiosity as she darted past them. She ignored their confused stares and pushed opened a set of doors and descended a staircase to the floor below. She instantly heard a commotion of noise from the corridor and when she opened she saw several nurses and male orderlies in deep discussion. They lingered at the doubled doors that led to the patients' bedrooms. She skidded to a halt and asked. "What's going on?"

"One of the patients have been found dead in their room. Max found them" a female nurse said. "The rest of the patients have been moved to the canteen"

Sandra looked past them towards the corridor where the patients slept. A crowd of doctors were congregated at the far end of the hall, standing outside a bedroom as a gurney was rolled into the room. She took a deep breath and wandered through the doors towards the doctors. Dr Carver was amongst them. He looked up as she approached. "Dr Turner. I assume you heard the news?"

"Yes. What has happened?" she asked. But knew the answer.

"One of the patients, a Mary Wilkins was found dead in her room. Max found her screaming and when he tried to wake her up from what he says, her body was lifted off the bed and her neck was broken in half" he replied. "Though I'm not sure if he truly saw what he did. It was quite dark in the room and Mary has been known to be violent and hurt herself. Also, Max has been working long shifts the last few nights. He probably was just tired and imagined it"

Sandra gave a small nod. She had to speak to Max. If he saw what he said he saw, then maybe she could get him to understand what was happening. He also knew the layout of the hospital. Could she try and persuade him to help them? But because he found Mary's body, Dr Carver would order him to take some holiday leave. To sort his head out after finding her body. Though it was a chance she was willing to take. "Where is Max now?"

"He's in the staff room. He's understandably shaken" Dr Carver murmured. "We're going to send him home soon. We have his statement and if we need anything else we can contact him. I think a few days off would be beneficial to him too. Especially after what happened"

"Yes, of course. I'll just go down and see him for a little while" she forced a smile.

"How is Miss Krueger?" Dr Carver asked.

Sandra felt a shiver shoot up her spine. She knew that Katherine had seen Mary die and was no doubt traumatised by it. But why would Freddy go after her? Mary wasn't connected to Springwood. "Miss Krueger is well. She is showing signs of improvement" she lied.

"Good. We can arrange for her to be moved to her room this afternoon. Though as discussed, she will need to be restrained while she sleeps during the night. We can arrange for her clothes from her old room to be sent up to her. There will no longer be any sedation during the night" Dr Carver commented.

A sense of relief engulfed Sandra. At last, there some good news for the girl. She gave a fleeting smile and turned on her heel down towards the staff room at the lower level of the building. A few men exited the grey doorway as she neared and she poked her head inside, searching for Max. He sat at the far end of the room, in front of a row of blue lockers. His head was lowered as he quietly smoked a cigarette. The plume of smoke swirled around his head as he exhaled slowly, a shiver of shock trembled through his bulky frame as he replayed what had happened half an hour before in his mind. Sandra gently knocked the door and entered closing it behind her.

"Max?"

He looked up and flicked a dash of ash on the floor. "Dr Turner, what are you doing here?"

"I heard what happened. That you found Mary Wilkins" she walked towards him and sat in a spare seat at his side. "What happened?"

Max scoffed. "You'll think I'm crazy"

"No, I won't" Sandra held his gaze. "There's things happening in this town that are linked to what you saw this morning"

His eyes averted to hers and for a moment they softened in realisation. "I found something in Katherine's old bedroom, it was the day she was transferred to the ICU ward after her suicide attempt. It was a picture. I thought nothing of it. Until…."

"Until what?" Sandra asked.

"Can I meet you in an hour?" Max rose to his feet and stubbed his cigarette under right foot. "I need to get something"

She rose to her feet nodding once. "Yes, where would you like to meet?"

"Can I meet you out front? In the carpark? I know that you must attend to Katherine"

"Yes. I'll meet you there in an hour" she gently squeezed his shoulder. He gave a thankful smile and left the room.

Back in the ICU ward Katherine impatiently waited for Sandra returning. Her gaze kept glancing at the clock that was closing on 8am. She sat up expectantly as she heard a person approach and saw the forlorn look on Sandra's face as she sat at her side. Finally, Katherine spoke. "They found her, didn't they?"

"Yes, Max found her. He saw what happened"

"What?" Katherine laughed incredulously. "He saw her die?"

"Yes, he heard her screaming. He tried to wake her up and her body was jolted upwards out of the bed, and he saw her neck being snapped in two" Sandra grabbed her hands and lightly squeezed them. "Did you see him kill her?"

"Yes. We were in this abattoir" Katherine sucked in a deep breath and choked back a sob. "It's all my fault she's dead"

"What do you mean your fault?" Sandra withdrew her hands from Katherine's. She then adjusted the railings and pushed them down. Katherine shifted closer to her as she sat beside her, and she quickly explained. "It was because what I did. Michael told you, didn't he?"

Sandra lifted her hand to gently stroked the girl's flushed face. "Yes, he did"

Katherine sniffled and muttered despondently. "It's because of what we did…what I did with Michael that Mary is dead. My father said that he wasn't happy with me, that there would be repercussions. And he killed her. He said because of what I did with Michael that Mary was dead. It's all my fault!"

Sandra snatched her face gently in her hands and tugged her sobbing face to hers. "Don't you dare listen to what that fucker is saying to you"

For the slightest second a flicker of rage flared in Katherine's tear-streamed eyes at the harsh word that Sandra directed towards her father. But as soon as it appeared it vanished. Deep down she was slightly angry at how callous Sandra was towards her father. He was family. But then, she knew that Sandra was trying to talk some sense to her. But she was becoming more conflicted, more torn with each passing day. Each time she dreamt of him her mind was close to finally snapping.

"My father was furious at me…" Katherine shifted on the mattress, putting some distance between her and Sandra. "He attacked me"

She looked bleakly at her chest. Her hospital gown was slashed and underneath the tattered garment were four white bandages that were stuck down on her skin by several small white pieces of adhesive medical tape. "Do I need stitches?"

"No" Sandra reassured and began to walk over to a small cabinet in the corner of the room. It was where a few spare hospital gowns were kept. "They weren't that deep. They should heal on their own. Let's get you change. I can throw that in the bin"

Katherine nodded sheepishly and pulled off the garment. Her eyes lowered to her chest and stomach, seeing faint bruises from where her body collided with the walls and ground. Her body slumped dejectedly on the bed, and she lifted her head towards Sandra who held out a fresh hospital gown for her. "I would need to treat that busted lip and that wound on your head. Did he do anything else to you?"

"He tried to strangle me" she said grimly. "I thought he going to kill me, the way he killed my mother"

The older woman inched towards her and gently began to rub a small ball of cotton wool dosed in anti-septic over her busted lip. Katherine winced at the stinging sensation as the liquid connected with the cut. "I tried to fight him. I hit him with a metal pipe, but his wound healed over. He's always too strong"

"I'm proud of you. For doing that and standing up to him" Sandra smiled.

"He said I was a whore…." Katherine muttered abruptly. This startled Sandra whose hand fell to her lap. "Am I really a whore? Because of what I did with Michael?"

Sandra's jaw clenched in rage. "Did he say that to you?"

Katherine nodded and jadedly wiped at her teary face.

"No Katherine, you are not a whore. What your father said to you is nothing but lies!" Sandra replied and strained to keep the anger from her voice. She went back to treating the wounds on Katherine's' face as a tense silence fell between them. It was a few minutes later when Katherine sighed heavily, thinking back to her intimate time with Michael and the lack of sensation she felt with him as he touched her.

"Nothing happened when he touched me" She looked towards Sandra and saw the confused look that stretched across her face. Katherine quickly explained. "I mean, when I was with Michael. Nothing happened. I felt nothing."

Sandra's expression of confusion contorted into a frown of concern.

"I thought that maybe it would be nice between us. That it would be special" Katherine mumbled softly in shame. "But there was nothing…."

"You mean, you didn't feel any pleasure?" Sandra asked.

Katherine bit down on her lip and nodded. "Does that mean that I don't love Michael? Would that mean my relationship with him won't work?"

"Did he say that to you? Your father?" Sandra demanded.

"He said that because of what happened with me and Michael that I didn't love him" a forlorn gaze crossed Katherine's face. "Is that true?"

Sandra seethed and shook her head. "No, it's not true at all. Katherine, do you love my son?"

"Yes. I do. He means so much to me" Katherine lazily dragged the back of her hands over her teary eyes.

"Then that's your answer. And my son loves you too"

"Then why didn't I cum?" Katherine sagged against the pillow. "Why did I not feel any pleasure when Michael was touching me?"

Sandra reached forward for her hands and grasped them in hers, "Do you remember the first time you starting to explore your intimacy with Michael? Your first kiss?"

"Yes, it was so lovely" she smiled at the memory. "It was the first night when we arrived in Springwood. He had scattered several white and pink scented candles around his bedroom. He gave me a rose and we shared a bottle of wine. There were also some rose petals on the ground. It was so romantic. I felt safe when I was with him. I was so happy"

Sandra smiled pleasantly then her expression became stern. "You see when you first shared that kiss with Michael, it was the right moment. You were both relaxed and you were both in a romantic environment. The timing was right"

"B-but…" Katherine stammered softly. "I wanted this to happen"

"I know" Sandra murmured quietly. "But it wasn't the right time for you both to do that. Look where you are!"

Katherine drearily looked at the room and it slowly dawned on her. Maybe Sandra was right. This was a psychiatric hospital she was in. Not exactly the most romantic place to share some close intimate moments with your boyfriend, was it? She nodded slowly and listened as Sandra continued.

"Your mental state is not stable. You tried to kill yourself. You are being psychologically tortured every time you fall asleep by your father. Last night was not the right time to do that with Michael. Imagine if you were in Central City and none of this was happening. Your relationship would be flourishing. You would be experiencing your intimacy under normal circumstances. Going out on romantic dates, candle-light dinners. It would be in a relaxing environment. Where you are both free of worry and not under the constant threat from your father. I am sure that last night when you were sharing that moment with Michael that in the back of your mind you were worrying about what your father would say and do to you. Isn't that, right?"

She gave a curt nod. What Sandra said was true. A part of her was terrified what her father would do. But at the time she desperately wanted it to work out between her and Michael, so she ignored the feeling of trepidation. "So, last night wasn't the right moment?"

"No. It wasn't" Sandra replied.

Katherine shrugged her shoulders. "But my father won't think like that. He's making it out that I don't love Michael. And that was why I never experienced any pleasure with him."

"I don't give a shit what your father says. He is lying to you. Trying to twist your mind. Like he did when you were a little girl" she explained. "You love my son, and he loves you. That will never change. Your father will never destroy that. You need to stop worrying about what your father will say. That is part of your condition. You are constantly worrying about what he will say or do. And then when he hits you or shouts at you, you immediately make up excuses for him. You are defending him. That is how he is controlling you."

The mattress sagged as Katherine leaned back on the bed and considered Sandra's words. Perhaps she did have this condition. This traumatic bonding. But did she really want to go through therapy again? It was hard enough on her when she was ten, eleven years old. But after everything she had experienced over the past few weeks, the nightmares, seeing all those deaths and how her father had terrorized her and the sexual situations they were involved in. How could she cope with the therapy sessions and the medications she would no doubt be prescribed. It was too much for her to go through. It felt as though part of her wanted to give up, to give in. She was slowly leaning towards his side. He did warn her that she would have to choose a side. Was she close to making that decision? She looked closely at Sandra and asked. "Will you tell Michael what I told you?"

"No" she quickly shook her head. "I won't. But if I can get him to visit you again, you should not try anything like that again. Okay?"

"I won't" Katherine agreed. She thought back to her dream and shuddered, recalling the wicked, triumphant grin on her father's face as he released that she had failed to receive any pleasure from Michael. "You know when I admitted to my father what happened. He was so fucking happy. God, I've never seen him so thrilled. The way he was smiling. It was like he was relishing a victory!"

"A victory?" Sandra gulped and looked worryingly at the young woman. She didn't like this statement from her. If Krueger was delighted with what happened between Katherine and her son, then he would act upon it. He was going to twist it to his own debauched advantage. At least tonight Sandra could stay with her tonight and would be able to keep her awake, seeing as the nightly sedation was stopping it. She was hopeful that Katherine would endeavour to keep herself awake and alert throughout the day whenever she was not around her.

"I tried to save Mary" Katherine's voice shattered through her thoughts. "I tried so hard. But I just couldn't"

She smiled sadly and gently stroked the girl's hair. "You are brave Katherine. Braver than you know. That is what I try to keep telling you. Your father doesn't like this side to you. The way you defy him and stand up for what is right"

Katherine nodded weakly. "Did you try to wake me up? I felt this sharp pain in my chest. It was like someone was stabbing my heart!"

"I tried to wake you by giving you a shot of adrenaline. But it seems your father is more powerful than I anticipated. He pulled you back into the dream"

Katherine stared grimly at Sandra. If her father gathered a few more souls. What else could he do? Could he even make her fall asleep at any time? Would he even dare to keep her asleep? It was something that she knew he would consider. She glanced at Sandra who quickly checked her watch.

"Just to let you know that I will be away for most of the day. I am meeting Max now. Then I have a few things I must attend to in the afternoon" Sandra felt guilty for keeping things from Katherine. She was hoping to formulate her plan with Sheriff Thompson and Lt Garcia in sneaking Katherine out of the hospital and hopefully Max could be the key to putting her plan into action.

"When will you be back?" Katherine asked.

"Late this afternoon. I know that you are being moved to your new room around lunch time" she stood and discarded the dirty tissues in a nearby bin. Katherine watched silently as she gathered her bag and hung the black strap over her shoulder. "Keep yourself alert. Try not to fall asleep this afternoon. Okay?"

Katherine gave a quick nod and Sandra quickly left the room.

Xxx

Dark clouds slowly began to roll across the sky as Sandra slid into the front passenger seat of Max's brown Ford Mustang. He discarded his smoked cigarette butt out the window and turned towards her. "Thanks for meeting me"

She nodded. "You said you had to get something to show me?"

"Yeah" he nodded and reached into the back of the car. He rummaged through a duffle bag and withdrew a few pieces of paper. "My best friend had a family bereavement last week. His little brother was found dead in the bathroom. He was only fourteen. He had slit his wrists"

Sandra felt goosebumps prickle and form on her arms. Could this be one of Krueger's victims that Katherine told her about? She took a deep breath and cut in, asking. "What was his name? Was it Zach?"

Max's mouth parted slightly in shock, and he nodded. "Yes. I was helping my friend a few days ago. We were in his brother's bedroom sorting out a few things. Just anything that would reveal why he killed himself. Maybe there was a suicide note. Something from his diary. But there was nothing. Then I saw the picture he drew"

He held out two pictures. One that she intuitively knew was Katherine's work. The picture was flawless, the lean figure of her father. The red and green sweater, the meticulous details of his burns, each scar and scab. The precise details that were given to his clawed glove. The way his hat was tipped over the rim of his eyes. The next picture Max held out was a drawing that seemed to had the style of a comic book drawing. The figure was stood at a rusty furnace, red and green sweater and his left hand was hidden behind his back while his right was brandishing his glove that was stained in blood. Again, just like Katherine's drawing, the fedora hat was tipped down slightly. Written below in black letters was a simple word.

Freddy.

"I found Katherine's picture the day she was admitting to the ICU ward" Max's hands trembled as he took the pictures back from her. "How did he draw the same person as Katherine? It's the exact same! What is going on?"

Sandra composed herself and watched as he nervously stared at the pictures. "Max. What you saw this morning. What happened to Mary was real. She was murdered" she pointed at the pictures. "By him. Freddy Krueger. Katherine's father. He is alive in our dreams"

He tossed her a confused glance. "What?"

"This will take a bit of time to explain to you" Sandra glimpsed at the building. "And if you believe us, then we may need your help in getting Katherine out of that place!"

"You want to sneak her out of Westin Hills?" he scoffed. "Why?"

"She is in danger. From her father. Have you not noticed the strange deaths in the town over the last several weeks?"

"Yeah" Max nodded. "But they seemed to be explained in the news. That girl Tina Grey was killed by her boyfriend, who then killed himself? The others were just put down as accidents or suicides. Then the explosion in the school"

She shook her head dismissing his words. "But you see they weren't suicides, they weren't accidents. It was murder. Katherine's father murdered them. He is targeting the kids in the town"

He shook his head in disbelief, unsure whether to believe her. "What? Is he not meant to be dead? I mean, at first, I assumed he was in jail. That is what I heard in the press. Then over the last week or two I have heard rumours he is meant to be dead. So, what is the truth?"

"The truth is he is dead. He was burnt alive the night he was freed from jail" she began to drum her fingers on her lap. "We have a lot to tell you. I'll contact Sheriff Thompson and get the others to meet us. We can tell you what we have seen. It will be difficult to comprehend. You may think that we are crazy"

He laid his head against the head rest of the seat and sighed, "I have a feeling that I won't. From what I saw this morning in Mary's room, it was like there was someone in that room with her. I could hear her neck snapping in two!"

Sandra frowned sadly. "I'm sorry you had to witness that"

"You said you wanted to take Katherine out of Westin Hills. Where will you take her?" Max enquired.

"I am not sure yet. But she's not safe in there" she briefly checked her watch. "Can you wait here for twenty minutes? I need to phone Sheriff Thompson."

Max watched as she exited his vehicle and ran back into the building as a heavy wave of rain poured down from the dark skies above.

Craven Inn.

10am

Hot steam floated into the air as Michael, Nancy and Kristen nursed their new mugs of coffee. It was their second serving of the caffeinated drink and would not be their last. Thunder rumbled outside and the windows of the Inn rattled form the gale force wind.

Kristen tied her messy blond hair back into a loose ponytail. "Did you take those adrenaline tablets last night?"

"Yeah, they seemed to give me some energy" Michael said in between sipping his coffee.

"Same here" Nancy added. She glanced at Michael quickly. "Where did you go last night with your mother?"

"Your father helped her bring me into the ICU ward in Westin Hills. I managed to see Katherine for an hour" he smiled.

"Really? How was she?"

"She seemed happy to see me. Though she is not doing so well. I tried to cheer her up" he glanced over towards the entrance to the café. "I wonder where my mom is. She said she would meet us here at 10am"

"She never said to you why?" Kristen asked inquisitively.

"No, all she said was that she had news for us" he admitted.

"Let's hope its' good news!" Nancy said hopefully. "We need it."

Kristen slumped back against the red thick leather seat of the booth they sat in and grumbled. "There must be a way to stop him. Do you think we should try the library again? Maybe there is some book we missed!"

"My mother actually knows someone from Central City. He deals with hypnosis and dream therapy. I could ask her to contact him. Though…" the vigour in his voice began to wane. "I'm not sure if he will believe my mom. You know about what is happening here"

Nancy reassured him with a smile. "I thought my dad wouldn't believe us and he does. It is worth a try!"

He smiled back and nodded. She was right. What did they have to lose?

The doors to the café swung opened, catching their attention. They turned in their seats and smiled as Sheriff Thompson and Sandra strolled up to their booth. Their smiles quickly turned into frowns of confusion as Max followed behind. The orderly studied them attentively and instantly noticed the dark circles under their weary eyes. Each of them looked on edge, exhausted. He heard Sandra beginning to explain. "I think we should speak to you all in a more private setting" she glanced to her right at a crowd of young teenagers in a nearby booth. "We can go to the police station"

The young trio gave quick nods of agreement and gathered their coats and quickly ordered some coffee to take away.

Once in the quiet surroundings of Sheriff Thompson's office they settled into a row of seats laid out for them. Michael seemed eager to know why Max was with them as he questioned "Mom, what's going on?"

His mother settled in a seat beside Sheriff Thompson and Max, "I brought Max here as something happened in the ward he was working on this morning" she saw the exchanging glances of fear amongst the teenagers. "It is related to what is happening".

Nancy swallowed thickly. "Did you see something?" her question was directed towards Max.

He gave a solemn nod and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. Then paused. He glanced at Donald who smiled and nodded, gesticulating for him that it was okay for him to smoke. He too took out his own packet of cigarettes and both men quickly lit up their smokes. Max exhaled slowly then spoke. "One of the patients on the ward I was working died this morning. I told Dr Carver what I saw. But just say he didn't believe me. He thinks I have been overworked. It was my third night shift in a row. But I know what I saw"

"What did you see?" Kristen was afraid to ask.

"I was finishing my rounds. It was about 6.30am. I would normally check in on each patient in their rooms. I heard screaming coming from one of the rooms. It was Mary Wilkins room" Max said grimly.

Michael looked quickly over at Nancy who caught his glance. She recognised the name too. They had heard Katherine briefly mention the girl to them. They turned their attention back to Max as he continued, "I entered her room and saw her screaming and thrashing on the bed. I switched on the light and saw her body being jostled up from the bed and then her neck was cracked in two. It was like someone was holding her body, like an arm was wrapped around her neck!" he lowered his gaze and took another puff of his cigarette as his hands began to tremble.

There was a stunned silence as the group contemplated this horrific piece of news. Why would Krueger go after someone not related to the fire, but not just that. Not even connected to the town. "Mom" Michael locked his eyes with his mothers. "Did Katherine…?"

She knew what his question was before he could even finish asking it and she nodded sombrely, "Yes Michael. She saw everything. It was him; it was her father"

"Why?" Kristen abruptly cut in, astounded by this revelation. "Why would Freddy go after her?"

Michael hung his head as he thought of his actions from the previous night. The time spent with Katherine. Krueger had found out. Of course, he would. The moment that Katherine had fallen asleep that bastard would have searched her memories and seen what had happened between them both. And the fucker had killed that woman to punish Katherine. "It was because what happened last night. Wasn't it?"

Sandra nodded sadly.

"That son of a bitch!" Michael snarled in disgust.

"I can't understand how any of this is happening!" Max whispered quietly, but loud enough for them to hear. "Is he not meant to be dead? At first, I heard he was in jail. Then what you said Dr Turner to me earlier, that he is meant to be dead. But how?"

"I'll tell you" Donald stubbed his cigarette butt in a nearby ashtray. "I will make us some coffee. It will take some time to explain everything to you"

He leaned back in his chair and withdrew the drawings he had shared with Sandra earlier that morning. "I showed this to your mother earlier"

Michael stretched out his hand towards him and took the two pictures from him. Nancy and Kristen peered over his shoulder, eyes wide in disbelief at the drawings of Freddy. "Who drew these?"

"One was done by Katherine" Sandra explained.

"The other was done by my best friends' younger brother. He had committed suicide about ten days ago. The day when Katherine was admitted to the ICU ward after her suicide attempt, I was asked to go through her belongings for anything that could he linked to her suicide attempt. I saw her picture and took it" Max eyed the pictures with a shiver. "I had taken this picture from Zach's room when I was helping my friend go through Zach's things"

"Zach was one of the kids Freddy killed" Michael sneered in rage and saw his mother nodding.

Donald came back into the room with a large tray of coffee and with Lt Garcia in tow. The latter closed the door and soon they each began to reveal their stories and the events of what had been happening over the last several weeks to Max.

An hour later…

Max stubbed out his fifth cigarette in a row. His throat felt hoarse, raw. Dry. What he had been told was inexplicable. Things like this just didn't happen. It was like something out of a horror movie. So surreal and gruesome. Each story that had been divulged to him was in precise detail. The dreams, the deaths. Kristen's extraordinary dream power, enabling her to bring people into her dreams. It was hard to listen as Michael explained the sadistic ways that this fiend, this undead killer was terrorizing his daughter in her dreams. Breaking down her confidence and slowly manipulating her as the days and weeks went on. Max knew deep down in his gut that something was horribly wrong with the town over the last three weeks. Especially after hearing about the strange deaths. Just how could a boy's eyes go missing from their skull? There could be no logical explanation for that. There had been too many deaths, suicides, and accidents in such a short space of time. He looked down at the brown autopsy file on his lap. The name of the dead girl – Lauren Clarke – loomed up at him. He flicked opened the pages and stopped at the evidence page, peering down at the bottom where it noted the perpetrator of her death and sexual assault – Frederick Charles Krueger. It was real. This monster was still alive, haunting these kids in their dreams. His fingers gripped the edge of the page and closed it. "I want to help. Any way I can"

Sandra broke out into a pleased smile. "I was hoping you would say that" her eyes darted to her son, Nancy, and Kristen. Then towards Donald. "We would need to speak to Max alone"

Donald nodded in agreement.

"You can't tell us what is happening, can you?" Michael sighed in frustration.

"No, I'm afraid not" his mother smiled apologetically. "You all know that if you fall asleep then Krueger fill find out from your memories our plans. When the time is right, we will tell you"

The young adults nodded quietly. What Sandra had said was true.

"Where is Joey and Glenn?" Donald settled back in his seat.

"Glenn is at his house. He is getting ready for football practice. He has a game tomorrow night" Nancy replied. "I told him that maybe he should sit this game out. I mean, he hasn't slept in days. He'll be exhausted if he tried to play in the game. But he said his coach will say no. He is their star quarter-back after all"

Kristen intervened. "Joey's mom wanted him to stay at home today. She is worried about him. He said he still has them stimulant tablets you gave us Dr Turner. He should be okay tonight. We are meeting him tomorrow morning before he goes to school"

"School?" Michael scoffed in disbelief. "I don't see why he is going to school"

She sighed and responded. "His mom said if he doesn't go to school, she will ground him. She can be quite strict when the occasion calls for it. She got a phone call from the principal about his attendance over the last week or so. I'll have to go into school tomorrow too"

"Do you have to head on home now?" Nancy asked.

"No, not yet. Not until around 3pm. My mother wants me to meet her new boyfriend" she rolled her eyes dramatically.

Donald cleared his throat and caught his daughter attention. "Honey, I think you should stay at home. Your mother is becoming suspicious and I'm starting to run out of excuses about where you are"

"Just remember to take plenty of coffee, if you still have them stimulants take them with caffeine drinks" Sandra reminded them. She turned towards Michael as he rose to his feet along with Nancy and Kristen, "Will you head back to the motel?"

He nodded. "I'll stop at the dormitory too to collect the rest of my clothes"

"I'll phone you in an hour" she rose to her feet and embraced him in a warm hug. Taking a step back she watched warily as they exited the room. From behind her she heard the metallic screech as a filing cabinet was pulled opened. She turned back towards Donald and Garcia who lingered over the plans for Westin Hills. They gestured her and Max towards them and directed a question towards Max. "We need to know everything you know about the security lay out of the hospital. Where the CCTV cameras are located, when the night shifts changes hands. And if you can get access to the security cameras"

Xxx

11am…

A pair of dark denim jeans were pulled over a pair of slender hips as Katherine stood at the end of the bed. She buttoned her jeans and adjusted the bottom of red striped t-shirt. It had been fifteen minutes since she was escorted to her new bedroom. It felt so good to be out of that ICU ward. But she was informed that despite being in her new room, she was still to be under scrutiny throughout the day. Thankfully, she would no longer be restrained to the bed and was allowed to freely move about her room. But she would be under the careful watch of the nurses and orderlies on duty. The room was a little bigger than the ICU room she previously occupied. The metal legs of the single bed and the blue foamed padded seat were bolted to the ground. Across from the bed attached on a raised shelf was a small portable TV that was currently playing an episode of Happy Days. She was pleased to find a small grip bag containing a small selection of clothes that were now neatly folded away in a small chest of drawers next to her bed. She had asked if she would be allowed to leave her room but was quickly declined this request. Katherine twisted and titled her head to stare up in the corner of the room. Perched on a metal frame was a small CCTV camera, the red light blinking repetitively as the lenses directed itself towards her. The only other positive being moved to this room was that there would be no more nightly sedation. Though her arms would still be restrained during the night. It was like one step forward and two steps back. But she always reminded herself, things could be worse.

She wiggled her toes on the cool floor as she walked over to the blue seat and made herself comfortable. Her gaze pulled towards the TV as a burst of laughter echoed from the speakers from the TV show audience. It wasn't a show that she particularly watched. But it was better than nothing and would hopefully occupy her mind for the next hour or so. Well, until Sandra came back from wherever the hell she was. A frown furrowed across her face. Was Sandra starting to keep something from her? She would usually be in her company. Was she with that orderly Max? Pushing these questions to the back of her mind she began to focus her eyes back on the TV and laid her head against the seat…

The feel of velvet under her flesh alerted Katherine to her new surroundings. Her head jolted up from the arm rest and she groggily rubbed her eyes. She wasn't sure how she drifted off to sleep. But that did not matter now. Her brown eyes narrowed in disbelief as her body laid on a tufted red velvet Chaise lounge bedroom chair. Her legs were stretched out before her. A light breeze brushed over her bare skin of her stomach. She tensed. Bare skin? Becoming alert, she sat up and pushed herself to her feet that were now adorned by a pair of four-inch heeled stilettos. A disconcerted gasp escaped her throat as she allowed her wide eyes to scan up her legs. Dark red fishnet tights had garnished them. The edge of the tights stopped a few inches below the apex of her thighs and were attached by four garter belt clips that had small red and green bows on them. Feeling her heart beat hard against her chest she took a deep breath and studied the red lace thong that was attached to the top of the clips. She groaned in disgust and lightly ran her hand over her backside then along the thin strip pf her thong nestled in between her ass cheeks."Oh, no"

There was way too much flesh on appearance for her liking. She nervously turned her gaze towards her chest and another sneer of repulsion crept over her lips. Her breasts were encased in a tight red lace plunge bra. On the straps of the bra were several small red and green bows. It matched her lace thong. What made it even more unnerving that it was a size too small. Her breasts were tightly squeezed together, exposing an all too revealing cleavage. Rolling her eyes in silent anger she glanced down at her skin around her collarbone and chest, seeing the four thin slashes that stretched from the edge of her collarbone to the top of her right breast. "What the hell?"

Taking another calming breath, she did a slow turn and scrutinised the room. There were several other bright coloured velvet chaise lounge bedroom chairs with a variety of feather boas, bras and thongs strewn over them. To each side of the chairs were a row of desks that had large square mirrors attached to the back of them. Large bright lightbulbs flickered on one-by-one along the edges of the mirrors illuminating more of the dressing room to her. She noticed several eyeshadow palettes, lipsticks and bronzing makeup scattered on the desks along with other discarded pieces of suggestive lingerie.

Katherine felt sweat trickle down her back as she walked towards one of the mirrors to study her face. She looked like a stripper. Thick red lip stick neatly coated her lips, making them fuller and more alluring. Her hair was pulled away from her face and neck, styled up in a high chignon bun in tight curls. A few strands of her hair hung loosely around her face that appeared to have some make up on it. She bent forward and reached up to stroke her face. Her fingertips trailed over her cheek and along what appeared to be black lines and small dots. She frowned. What the hell was that meant to be? She gently rubbed her fingers over the lines and sneered. They were like tattoos, permanently drawn onto her skin. Her eyes glanced up at her hair and she finally saw it. A thick red hair band that had two small triangular ears on each side near her own ears. They were like cat ears. She scoffed in astonishment. Cat ears? Whiskers on her face? What the fuck was he up to? She twirled around to the chairs and inspected them quickly looking for any garment to cover herself. Spying a red silk robe she marched over to it and as she was about to snatch it, to her rage it vanished. "Damn it!"

She swore she heard his chuckle from behind her and spun around seeing a doorway. Beyond it she could hear the faint sound of disco music. She didn't want to go out there. But she knew he would somehow make her leave this room. So, why delay the inevitable?

Her back straightened as she cautiously moved towards an archway that led to a narrow corridor. The pulsating beats of the music vibrated along the wooden floor, rippling up her body to her ears. She saw a set of dark purple curtains at the end of the hallway and could hear the pounding music from beyond the fabric. Amongst the music was the faint murmur of voices, drunken revellers. There was a loud whoop of cheering as they applauded whatever acts were being performed on the other side of the curtain. But Katherine knew what this place was. Some sordid strip club that he had conjured up for her. This was not going to end up well. She slowed to a stop at the purple curtains and shakily raised her hands towards them. Before her fingers could brush the material a pair ruby jewelled hands shot through the gap and grasped her wrists. She shrieked and was tugged forward through the curtains.

Her head wildly looked about at the bar area she was pulled into. The disco music blared from large black speakers that were perched on wooden shelves at each corner of the room. To her right was a raised stage area, about three feet in height. The floor was decorated in vibrant coloured squares, that constantly changed colour in time to the beats of the music. Red. Yellow. Blue. Purple. Pink. Green. There were two tall silver metal poles that were currently being used by two blond haired women, dressed in scantily clad pink thongs. The top half of their bodies were bare, their large fake breasts jiggling as they twirled their long slender legs around the pole in a seductive dance.

Tearing her gaze away Katherine surveyed the rest of the bar. The walls were red brick littered with various pictures of semi-naked women, posing in sultry stances in various skimpily garments and matching lingerie. There were about twenty to thirty small circular wooden tables scattered throughout the large bar. Various empty or half empty bottles of beer or glasses of whiskey were scattered on a few. Some of them to her immediate left were occupied by men dressed in either business suits or causal clothing. Several women with black, brown, auburn and blond hair were performing lap dances for them in thin colourful thongs. They shook their breasts inches from the men's ogling grinning faces.

Katherine felt bile bubble up her throat but she swallowed it back down and finally turned towards the person who was still grasping her wrists in a tight grip. A red-haired woman stared at her with a sly smile. She was adorned in an electric blue body suit and her face was caked with too much make up. As Katherine took a step back the woman tugged her back firmly. "Aw, don't be shy sweetheart. He has been asking especially for you!"

She felt her blood freeze in her veins. Katherine knew who exactly was asking for her. Her eyes darted to the right, and she shivered in abhorrence as several revellers began to ardently grope at the breasts and asses of the strippers who were writhing in ecstasy at the assault on their bodies. She closed her eyes for a moment, forcing back her tears. God, please someone wake her up. Please.

The red-haired woman twisted her around and lightly shoved her forward and pointed with a long pointed acrylic nail to the far right of the stage. "Go on. He is other there"

Curling her hands against her sides, Katherine tried to contain her tremors of fear as she hesitantly walked past the tables of revellers and erotic dancers. A few of them had begun to passionately kiss a few of the businessmen and grinded their crotches against theirs. Katherine picked up her pace and averted her petrified gaze forward away from the scenes to her left. She heard the women moaning lustfully and she glimpsed briefly in their direction. Three women were eagerly letting the men touch and kiss their breasts, lost in their own pleasure as they writhed on their laps. Pulling her gaze back in front of her Katherine again picked up her pace and strolled around the end of the stage. She soon cringed in horror as she saw two of the women kneel before two businessmen in suits and began to unbuckle their belts and taking out their hard cocks in their hands. Her head whipped to the right, and she near ran around the edge of the stage. Her breathing became short and uneasy as she studied this part of the bar and saw that only one table was taken. There he was her father, waiting for her.

Freddy nursed a small glass of whiskey and lightly rapped the tips of his steel claw on the small table he sat at. His penetrating gaze turned to the right and his eyes lit up with a burning delight as he eyed her in the matching lingerie set, he had put on her. The corner of his charred lips curled upwards slowly into a libidinous smile. His eyes darkened in hunger as they roamed from her bottom of her legs up past her knees and thighs to the lace thong. There they lingered for a moment and she felt her body shudder as she saw his blistered tongue slither out over his bottom rutted lip. Soon his eyes began to meander up past her smooth stomach towards the cups of her bra that held her bountiful breasts. He knew that it was a size too small for her and had amplified her cleavage for him to see. But it was what he had planned and it only heightened his growing arousal. He moaned softly at the sight of her. The yearning to rip those garments from her and grope and kiss her body was potent. But he was going to ignore those compulsions for the time being. He wanted her to give into him. And she would if his plan worked out the way he hoped. Freddy saw her shift anxiously on her feet as she took a fleeting glance at the apparitions in the bar. Chuckling he raised his bladed glove and curled the index bladed slowly back and forth at her. Despite the thundering music around them, she could clearly hear his command.

"Come here, my little pussy Kat!"

Katherine's legs near buckled beneath her as she unsteadily approached him. The ravenous look in his eyes made her groan and grimace in aversion. She caught a glimpse of his eyes as they leered over her cleavage, and she instinctively brought her hands across her chest in an attempt to shield them from him. Freddy smirked and waved his glove quickly. "Hands at your side"

She yelped as an energetic force yanked her hands down at her waist and she threw him an infuriated glare which he replied with a fiendish laugh. Throwing another glance at the strippers and the partygoers Katherine boldly glared at him again. "If you brought me here to do a lap dance for you. Well, I'm NOT doing it!" she tersely snapped.

Freddy's eyes twinkled with amusement, and he cackled. Then flashed her a perverse smile. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of asking you to do that, baby girl"

She looked away and her fists quickly clenched in ire at being put in this embarrassing situation.

"Sit down, princess" he ordered.

She felt the force pinning her hands at her side dwindle away and she slowly approached a seat at a nearby table next to his. He tutted quietly at her and tapped his lap with a single blade. "Here. Sit here"

Her face twisted into an expression of dread. "No…"

His eyes suddenly constricted as he let out a low growl, "Do you want to make me angry? Mmm?"

The muscles on her arms and legs tightened, fear washing over her at the threatening tone in his voice. She shook her head swiftly. "No"

"Then" he glanced at his lap. "Sit down"

Katherine's fingernails dug hard into her palms in annoyance, and she slowly closed the gap between them. She turned around and hesitantly sat on his lap. The right side of her body pressed uncertainly against his lean chest and stomach, while she quickly clasped her quivering hands together on her lap. Freddy smiled and lightly tapped his steel blades on her knees, over the material of her fishnet tights. Glancing behind her she saw him snatch his glass of whiskey and took a swig of his liquor. He then began to refill the glass from a bottle of Jack Daniel's. He filled it to the rim and then took another sip. She curiously glimpsed from the glass to him as he titled the glass towards her. "You want some, honey?"

She shook her head. "No"

"More for me" he smirked and downed the drink.

Savouring the beverage in his mouth he placed the empty glass on the table and turned his complete attention back to her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. She gnawed at her lips as his scarred hand gently trailed down her back, over her spine towards the edge of the material of her thong. His fingers dipped slowly and teasingly down the crevice of her ass and over the thin string. She cringed and threw him a warning glare as he plunged two of his fingertips further in between her ass cheeks. He chuckled mockingly at her look of rage and withdrew his hand from the crevice of her ass and gently patted each cheek. The look of fury was still etched on her face as she was about to turn away. But she stopped. Her brown eyes slowly broadened in surprise as the scorched, rutted burns on his face began to twist and contort. The normal pigment of his unblemished skin, the epidermis began to grow back. Layers and layers of his skin formed over his cheeks, chin, forehead and ears. A twisted pleased smile grew across the smooth pink tissue that was growing over his charred lips. His rotten, blackened crooked teeth crunched and cracked as they straightened into place. The white enamel of his teeth reformed as he continued to smile at her. She noticed a little pale blond stubble around his chin.

Her lips parted in awe, a startled gasp escaping her throat as she looked into his eyes. The red blood vessels in the whites of his eyes began to fade away, allowing his blue eyes to flash more brightly. Beneath his fedora she eyed the a few strands of his sandy blond hair. Freddy patted her waist lightly and she felt that his hand was no longer coarse and burnt. But smooth. After what seemed like an eternity she exhaled the breath she was holding , and he saw her lips slowly curl into a little smirk. He grinned jubilantly, "You like seeing me like this, don't you?" the tone of his voice was still hoarse, gritty. Still in his demon state.

She took a calming breath and composed herself. He was right. She missed seeing him like this. "Yes, I do"

The elated grin remained on his face as his eyes darted down towards her chest, peering down the valley of her breasts. "I must admit. I love seeing you like this, baby girl. I have a great view!"

Katherine sneered in disgust at his obscene remark and tried to twist her body away from him. An invisible energy jolted her face back towards his and felt a fierce hold overpowering her limbs, locking her body in position on his lap. Her hands and legs were like stone. She heard him sigh in aggravation at her resistance and he curled his glove around her face and titled her gaze towards his. "If you want me to release my hold on you, you have to promise me that you will not move"

She took a deep breath and gave a half-hearted nod.

He bared his teeth in silent rage at her lack of vocal response. Noticing this she immediately replied, "I won't move"

As quick as his anger appeared, it vanished, and he gently began to trace the tips of his blades along the black lines on her left cheek that denoted her whiskers. She felt the powerful hold on her limbs easing off and she gently rubbed her hands, trying to ease the tension away from her hands. She heard him speak. "Let's talk about what happened this morning. About what that bitch said to you"

She lifted her gaze towards his powerful stare and nodded, "Okay"

"Good girl" he twisted his index blade to the side and skimmed the edge of the bladed along her cheek. Back and forth at a leisurely pace. "Tell me what fucking lies she told you"

"They weren't lies. She is right!" she brusquely retorted.

Freddy's eyes narrowed in exasperation at the tone of her voice, and he forcefully tapped his blades against her cheek warningly. "She is fucking lying!"

Katherine defiantly shook her head. "No, she's not! The only reason I never had an orgasm with Michael was because it wasn't the right time. Look where I am. I am in a psychiatric hospital. I tried to kill myself. I'm not in the right frame of mind mentally. When we did it, it was spur of the moment. And…"

He smirked as he raided her thoughts. "You were worried about what I would think"

"Yes" she whispered.

His head inclined forward, the sly smirk still in place. It was time to plant a seed of doubt in her mind. "What about the time you first kissed that fucker? I saw what happened the first night you arrived home to Springwood. You could have done more than just kiss him. But you didn't"

"That's because we both agreed we would take things slow!" she glared frustratingly at him. "I wasn't ready!"

Freddy scoffed in dissension. "Bullshit. The reason you didn't want to go any further with him was because you didn't want to. Because you didn't care!"

Her head shook in discord, "No, that's not true!"

"You see baby, you can only get pleasure when you are with me" he continued to warp her way of thinking. "Remember the times I made you cum?"

"You had me pinned to that bed in the boiler room. You forced my body to have that orgasm!" she seethed. "Then you held me onto the bed in your bedroom with your claw. I had no choice but to let you do that to me!"

His lips curled into a fiendish smile. "What about the next two times? Huh?" his eyes gleamed impishly. "You didn't seem to struggle when I touched you in the power plant after I killed that little bitch, Jennifer. You even insinuated that you wanted me to fuck you!" The look of horror swept across her face as it dawned on her that he was right. He chuckled at her expression of alarm and slowly closed the gap between their faces. "And what about when I fucked you in your old bedroom? You certainly weren't complaining about that!"

Katherine shivered and sluggishly began to shake her head. Trying to dismiss his manipulative words. "I wasn't thinking straight"

He laughed nastily at her defiant words and inched his lips closer to hers then smiled waywardly. She saw the sparkle of lust in his eyes. "You know. I can still hear your moans baby girl" The tip of his index blade lightly trailed down her neck, along her collarbone to the top of her shoulder blade. Then down her shaking arm. "I can still feel my cock as it slid into your tight pussy. How good you felt around me. And I am sure you do too" he moaned quietly at the memory.

She gulped worryingly as her mind began to reminisce about that night. The pleasure she got from him was something she had never felt before. It had sent her senses on fire. For a moment she felt she was in heaven. Did she want to feel that way again? To surrender to his touch, to allow him to fuck her again? Her brown eyes darted to his lips that were inching slowly to hers. Ready to latch onto her own. She pushed her dark licentious thoughts away and with a sob she thrust her head away to the left from his before he could crash them onto hers. "No!" she hissed. "You're trying to twist my mind again!"

His glove slammed around her waist as she struggled in his lap with her arms thrashing against his arms. She leered at him in repugnance "I don't want you touching me like that again! I don't want that from you!"

Freddy's lips curled up in a snarl of displeasure and he yanked her down hard onto his lap as she tried to stand. "Sit fucking down!"

A potent force gripped her arms and legs. Pining them in place and she groaned aloud in rage. "Let me go!"

There was a threatening growl from his throat as he glared at her. She blinked away a few stray tears and lowered her gaze, her defiance slowly waning as she reluctantly gave up. A few incoherent mumbles fluttered from her throat as she stared bleakly at her hands that gripped the edge of her fishnet tights. She could feel his penetrating piercing eyes boring into the back of her head and she slowly lifted her face to glance wearily at the female strippers that were still engrossed in their lewd sex acts and erotic lap-dancing. Freddy exhaled low and hard, gathering his compose. He followed her momentary glance and smirked. Slowly he leant forward and lightly kissed her right cheek. She quivered and then asked. "Why am I here?" her gaze veered towards his. "Is it just for you to twist my mind again? Or watch this lewd show you've created?"

Freddy smiled treacherously. "Oh, no this isn't for you. It is someone's fantasy. But I am going to give it a killer twist"

Her stomach knotted in fear. "Who is it? Why aren't they here?"

"Oh, they have been asleep for the last hour. I was just waiting for you to fall asleep so you can watch" he savoured the concern that emanated from her.

"Who is it?" she demanded again.

"Be patient. You'll find out soon" His eyes flickered to her bra straps and a sly grin spread across his face. He brought this gloved hand up to the edge of her left shoulder blade. The tips of two blades gently traced along the skin to the red bra strap and then with a impish chuckle he curled them under the strap and began to drag it down her arm. She grunted and strained her arms against the unseen force pinning them at her sides. "Stop it" she threw him a warning glare as his unblemished hand initiated the same action with her other bra strap.

"Or what?" he arched an eyebrow. "I can do what I want to you"

"Stop treating me like I'm your possession!" Katherine spat and her eyes flared with rage.

"You are my possession!" he snapped in reply.

Her fingers curled inwards in anger at his remark. "I am no-one's possession. I am my own person!"

She felt the steel blades curl around her arm at her elbow and she hissed from how tightly he was gripping her arm. His voice was low as he responded. "That is what they made you believe. As I have told you before they have corrupted you"

Her bottom lip dropped opened as she considered replying. But the threatening sneer on his face made her re-evaluate her decision. It wasn't wise to talk back. She would be in for it. Her weary eyes darted to both her arms and saw that both of her bra straps were now hung around her elbows to her dismay. The warm leather of his glove wrapped around the side of her face and turned her face to his. She noticed his gaze scooting towards the wounds on her chest from the previous night as he broke out into a cunning smile. "Do you want me to heal them?"

"What?" her voice trembled.

"Your little wounds…" his eyes scanned slowly over the red fresh scars, then lingered over the cleavage of her breasts. Despite the powerful force compelling her body to remain still, Katherine felt a sharp shiver shoot up her spine at the lecherous grin that grew across his lips. He slithered his left hand up the curve of her back and his fingers swiftly tangled into her brown hair and with a slight tug of her head he jerked her face to the side. He groaned as he adjusted his position on the chair and pushed his crotch firmly against the side of her right ass cheek. She squealed in revulsion upon feeling his clothed cock rub against her brusquely. Freddy chuckled sinisterly and bent his head forward to the crook of her neck. Beads of sweat rolled down her flesh and along her chest. Her breathing intensified, coming out in short pants as fear rippled through her body.

Freddy bit hard on his lip and took a long inhale of her scent, brushing his nose along the arch of her throat. The lingering aroma of vanilla radiated from her, and he moaned against her skin, kissing the area of her flesh above her collarbone. She smelt divine. He heard her breathing coming out in short bursts and could feel her heart thundering against her chest. The apprehension coming her was so intense, it sparked his arousal even more. Taking a quick glance at her shivering face he dipped his head down towards the edge of one of her scars that started a few inches above her right breast and parted his mouth, allowing his slick pink tongue to slither along the scar. Teasing her skin while healing the scar as he licked it over it ever so slowly.

Katherine panted softly and a stray tear rolled down her cheek at the warm feeling that was tingling in between her legs. She felt a small gush of liquid taint the crotch area of her thong. God, she was getting wet by how his tongue was sliding along the flesh on her chest. There was this craving to ask him to lick somewhere else. Her body was betraying her again. She clamped her eyes closed and clamped the top of her teeth on her bottom lip. Trying to fight back the moan that was daring to escape from her. His tongue began to slither over her second scar. Again, ever so slowly. Damn it. He was teasing her. She eased the grip on her bottom lip and hissed through her teeth. "Stop it"

Freddy smirked against her skin and ignored her protest. Turning his attention towards her last two scars. He tauntingly moaned against her skin as he licked his tongue over her third scar then before tackling the last wound, he used a tip of blade to coyly tug down the rim of the cup of her breast to just where the start of the last wound began. He groaned gutturally knowing that her breasts were nearly on show for him. All he had to do was slide his blades in between the valley of her breasts and cut through the under-band of this garment and he could easily have access to them. And there would be nothing she could do about it. He grinned. But as quickly as his grin appeared it vanished. He had to restrain himself. Just for one more night. Looking up at her face he saw her eyes clamped shut. She was still panting hard. He chortled quietly and then delicately traced the tip of his tongue over her last wound, healing it. Easing his head back from her chest he lightly kissed her cheek and smiled suggestively. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

Katherine jadedly opened her eyes and took a quavering deep breath. "No"

"Lying again I see" He remarked with a sly smirk, then glanced down at her thong. "You are wet, aren't you? I can smell your arousal"

She swallowed thickly and turned her pale face towards his. A look of shame flashed across her face and he grinned viciously. Their eyes locked and she felt like she was being hypnotised as his eyes bore into hers. It was like he was looking directly into her soul. Luring her in. She felt him pull her head forward and he closed the gap between their faces. His hand eased its grip on her hair and slide down to the base of her neck where it curled around her flesh. Freddy carefully eyed her dark red lips. They trembled slightly and he smirked knowing from the emotion that radiated from her that it was not out of fear, but of anticipation of what he would do. Parting his mouth his tongue slithered out to temptingly across her lips. She whimpered softly at the provocative action and saw his lips curl into a lascivious smile. He was enjoying this. Taunting her once again he lightly brushed his lips against hers and she fought back the growing urge that was inciting her to engage in a kiss. Freddy chuckled as he raided her thoughts and he saw her glance up at his eyes that were glistening with lust. There was a slight movement of his head as he titled it to the right, ready to crash his mouth onto hers. But he felt his muscles stiffen, a prickling sensation sweeping over him. His eyes darted to the right in a flash, and he broke out into a murderous smile. "The show is about to begin!"

Katherine blinked. Shocked at this sudden movement. Turning her head to the left she gasped as a figure sat on a small wooden chair on the stage. It was Joey.

"All of this" Freddy waved his claw at the strip club. "Was for him"

She glanced at the stage then back at her father. He pointed at the stage and ordered. "Let's watch"

Joey stared groggily at the bar. Confused and slightly wary. He barely remembered falling asleep. The last thing he remembered was cleaning his room and having a quick look through some of his old playboy and hustler magazines. Then the next moment he felt a wave of exhaustion grip him and he found himself here. The pulsating synthesizer beats of 'I Feel Love' by Donna Summer echoed in the bar and he blinked as colourful strobe lights flicked and flashed above his head. He tried to stand but frowned sensing his hands were bound behind his back, tied in thick velvet rope. A clicking sound made him looked to the left and he saw two glamours blond haired women venture up a small set of stairs towards him. He recognised them instantly. They were the two pin up girls from his magazines.

The girls were dressed in only cerise pink thongs and white high-heeled stilettos. Their blond hair was thick and wave. While their breasts were a bountiful D cup in size. Walking up to him they teasingly circled him and rubbed their hands over his shoulders and own his heaving chest. He glanced around the bar, becoming alert. Was this a trick? He glanced behind them as they finally stopped before him and through the smoky air of the bar, he could see several other women performing seductive lap-dances for other men. His suspicions began to wither. This was always a fantast of his, a wish to get a lap dance by a stunning hot blonde. He looked up to them and felt a little at ease as they flaunted flirtatious smiles at him.

"Hey Joey, do you want us to put a show on for you?" one of them winked at him.

His eyes roamed over their perky bosoms, and he quickly nodded. "Yeah"

They giggled and turned to face each other and instantly locked their full puckered lips with each other in a lustful kiss. Next their hands glided up each other's bodies and leisurely began to rub and fondle each other's large breasts, much to Joey's delight as he felt himself grow hard at the erotic display. His eyes darted towards their hands that played and twisted with the other girls' nipples. This was something he never thought he would witness up close and personal. He knew that he should be on guard. But this was too much to miss.

To the right of the stage Katherine grimaced in disgust and anxiety at the two female apparitions as they continued to grope each other and kiss each other with hunger. She saw Joey squirm in his seat as the women began to grind their crotches against each other. Freddy chuckled lowly as he nuzzled the right side of her neck, his eyes also on the scene before them. His voice was low as he whispered to her. "The little fuck hasn't even given a seconds thought of where I might be. He's too busy caught up in this little fantasy I'm creating for him"

Katherine gulped; her eyes were still locked on the stage. "What are you going to do?"

"Keep watching baby girl" she felt his lips curl against her skin into a wicked grin. He clicked the fingers on his left hand and the two strippers broke apart.

Joey lightly panted. His heart racing hard against his ribcage. He was too consumed by his lust to notice the two figures to his right watching the scene unfold. One of the strippers stalked up to him and straddled his legs and lewdly began to rub her hands over hands over her large breasts. He gasped and gave a sly smirk, trying to lean forward to capture one of her breasts in his mouth. She jerked back and lightly playfully slapped his face. "Naughty, naughty!" she scolded.

He gave an apologetic smile and glanced to his left as the other blonde-haired woman knelt at his side and began to untie his restraints. He wriggled his hands free from the rope and reached around to grasp and fondled her rounded ass. She moaned her approval. While the other stripper grounded her clothed pussy against his clothed shaft beneath his jeans. He groaned and soon felt her right-hand slither in between their thighs to rub and knead his bulge. She saw him look up and raised her eyebrows tantalizingly and he knew what she meant without uttering a word. He nodded his endorsement. The woman smiled knowingly.

Freddy chuckled in Katherine's ear. "It seems our Joey is a dirty little boy"

Katherine couldn't tear his eyes away from the strippers as they began to undress Joey, leaving him just in his boxer shorts. One of them knelt before him and assaulted his thighs with hard kissed. Licking and sucking on his flesh. But not venturing any further to Joey's dismay. The other woman bent forward and alluringly kissed the young mans' mouth, plunging her tongue into his throat. Ravaging his mouth in a passionate kiss. He strained to gather his breath as she continued her fierce kiss and he gasped as she broke away. Leaving a trail of hot, rough kisses on his neck and collarbone. Inching further down toward his chest. Joey moaned out loud in pleasure as he felt the woman at his feet clamp her right hand over his clothed shaft and roughly massaged it. He grimaced slightly as the tight grip she had on him but then felt her hot mouth around the inside of his thighs. Kissing and sucking. He sighed quietly then a flash of confusion carved across his face. He felt her teeth graze his flesh, but they felt jagged, rotten. His eyes flew opened and he cried out as she dug her teeth hard into his right thigh. Drawing blood as the teeth pierced his skin. "What…stop!"

Panic began to take hold as he glimpsed at the other woman who was eagerly kissing his chest. Her eyes glowed red as she glanced up at him and with a maniacal laugh she raised her hands, brandishing her fake acrylic nails that were sharp and pointed. Joey screamed as she swung them down, the tips cutting into his skin on his chest. The other stripper sneered and clawed and gnashed at his thighs, creating more bite marks and incisions on his flesh. He propelled himself backwards and the chair toppled over. His back hit the stage floor and he kicked out at the woman kneeling over him. As his gaze met the two women he cried out in revulsion. Their once beautiful flawless bodies were now married with bruises and cuts. Their plump breasts now were saggy and shrunken. Wrinkled skin marred their bodies, and their blond hair was now singed. Black and covered in dirt. Their fake nails dripped with his blood, and they slowly stalked towards him, ready to pounce on him once again.

Katherine whimpered, sobbing quietly as the women kicked at Joey's body. Their pointed shoes connecting with his ribs, stomach, and chest as he tried to roll away from them. But they were faster and again straddled his body, slashing at him ferociously with their nails. His screams resonated all around much to Freddy's delight as he watched with a wicked grin. Sensing that Joey's life was faltering away he lightly patted Katherine's knees with his blades. "Get up honey. I need to finish off the little piggy!"

The power that forced her body to remain rooted to his lap subsided and she staggered to her feet and adjusted her bra straps. Her gaze followed her father as he strode up towards a small set of steps that led up to the stage.

Joey heard the footsteps approaching and weakly turned his head to the right. His jaw dropped opened in horror as Freddy stalked up to him. Krueger clapped his glove and burnt hand together, transforming back into his burnt form and he displayed Joey with a twisted smile. "You did good girls! But now it is Freddy's turn!"

Joey coughed up a spittle of blood and pitifully tried to crawl backwards.

"What's wrong Joey?" Freddy mocked. "Are you not turned on anymore?"

The injured boy spluttered up more blood and pushed backwards on his hands. He groaned and glanced down at his thighs that were now tarnished with deep scratch marks, cuts, and bite marks. Blood steadily oozed from the severed skin, and he gulped seeing that chunks of his skin and muscles were chewed away. He shakily lifted his head and saw Freddy close the gap, flicking his blades with lethal intent. "Are they girls not doing it anymore for you?"

Joey saw him gesticulate his hand at the marred dancers who snarled in his direction, baring their bloodied rotten teeth. He whimpered and hissed as he tried to moved backwards. The arch of his back collided with the metal pole. Freddy shook his head in mock disappointment. "Aw, that's a shame!" he predatorily walked towards him and pointed at Joey's crotch with a sharp blade. "I guess you won't be needing that anymore!"

Glancing to his right Joey noticed Katherine staring solemnly at the stage. He screamed out, spitting out more blood. "Katherine! Please help me!"

Freddy straightened his back and curiously looked over to her. Interested in what she would do. She shakily glimpsed between the two of them and saw Freddy's eyes constrict, a warning glare being thrown in her direction if she dared to interfere. Taking a shallow breath, she lowered her head and took a step backwards. Freddy smiled proudly at her and craned his vindictive gaze back towards Joey who again pleaded with her. "Katherine! Please!"

His smile remained in place as Freddy took a step towards Joey and crouched over him. "You see she finally understands where she belongs" he twisted his gaze towards her and caught her eyes as she hesitantly looked up. "With me"

Joey screamed as Freddy lunged towards him and drove the blades deep into his thighs. The steel tore through his already mutilated flesh and yanked them upwards towards his crotch.

Katherine snapped her eyes closed as Freddy's blades connected with Joey's genitalia. His howls of pain flooded her ears and she clamped her shaking hands over the side of her face. Trying to block out his screams. Freddy cackled madly as he twisted and curled the bloodied blades through the mutilated flesh, digging deeper into the young man's flesh. He sneered as he yanked the blades from the boy's body and with a sickening smile, he slashed the blades across the stomach and chest. As the life drained from Joey, Freddy rose to his feet and welcomed the white soul of Joey into his chest with a pleased moan.

Katherine sniffled and whimpered as she grudgingly opened her eyes and saw that her father was approaching her. She saw the carnal gleam that tainted his eyes and she quicky backed away. With a flick of his blood smeared blades, she was propelled forward into his arms, and she shrieked, thrashing against him. "Please let me go!"

He wrapped his left arm around her waist and pressed himself against her hard. She grimaced and spun her head away from him, but it only allowed him access to her throat and he eagerly dipped his head forward to her flesh, pressing his lips hard against her throat. The palms of her hands pushed hard against his chest and with a scream she aimed her right knee against his crotch. But it missed and struck his thigh. He whipped his head from her throat and withdrew his hand from her waist, striking out at her. Before she fell to the floor he stooped her into his arms, curling his arms under her legs and back. He swung around towards the chair and sat on it, cradling her in his lap with his bladed claw withdrawing from under her legs to clutch the left side of her sobbing face. Hushing her quietly he then reprimanded. "You have to stop that, Katherine. You must stop fighting against me"

She sniffled and unsteadily entangled her fingers together. Her head lay against his chest, and she choked back a terrified sob. The blades on his claw slithered up her fishnet tights to her thighs, smearing them with Joey's blood. "I will keep reminding you of where you belong. Like I said to that fucker there, you belong with me. Understand?"

Katherine inhaled a short sharp breath and softly wept as she deliberated his words. Despite all her valour and her admission earlier that she wasn't a possession to him, deep down she knew that she was. She always was. He would always view her as his. Why should she deny it any longer? She honestly thought she could. Throughout the years being away from him she was starting to forget everything that he had told her as a child. Pushed it away. But now being back in Springwood after all these weeks of being around him in her dreams, she realized that she was wrong. He was right. She couldn't fight it any longer. With another sharp strong intake of air, she nodded slowly and replied in agreement. "Yes daddy. I know now"

The corner of his lips arched into a conquering grin. This was what he wanted to her. She was starting to surrender to him. She was going to choose his side over theirs. "That's my girl" his lips pressed against her hair in a kiss. "Remember. You are mine. Mine"

She nodded again. His words repeating over and over in her mind.

You are mine.

You are mine.

You are mine.

xxx

Author's Note: I have to admit, I did enjoy writing the scenes between Freddy and Katherine. I hope you can see how her mindset is or has changed. Though, that doesn't mean she won't stand up for herself.

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