Warning – There will be sexual content in this chapter – consensual sexual acts, incest, touching, oral, light BDSM, vulgar talk

Chapter 22: Submit

The heavy boots of Freddy stomped on the concrete ground as he angrily prowled back and forth in the secret room of his old shabby home on Elm Street. Both his arms hung behind his back with his bladed claw clicking and clacking slowly as a seething rage slowly consumed him. Despite his spirit being contained in the dream world, he could decipher the time in the waking world, and it was clear to him that his little girl was evading sleep. Evading him. It made his blood boil with ire. He thought that his plan from earlier would have forced her to admit the jealously that was rooted inside of her. But it appeared to be backfiring on him. He had to try one last trick to lure her in. Her mind was in disarray and her resolute attitude was starting to wane. He just needed one last way to push her over the edge. Break her down. Make her submit to him.

His frantic pacing stopped in front of the wooden bench and slowly his lips curled from a snarl into a roguish smile. The word submit was stirring his interest. Perhaps it was time to use a different tactic. It had to be soon. Though, why was she awake? Were those fuckers not meant to be sedating her? His eyes narrowed and he cleared his thoughts, turning towards the far wall and began to concentrate. It was time to propel his essence back into the waking world. The dirty concrete wall began to melt, distorting into a grey mist. The blurred static began to warp, the form of a bed and two figures sat at a table materialising before him. A low growl fluttered from his throat as he approached the image and with a sneer, he stepped over the barrier into the hospital bedroom were his daughter currently resided.

"Fucking bitch" Freddy hissed. His crude remark directed at the woman sat at Katherine's side. Sandra Turner. His furious stare roamed over the table that was nestled between them. On top were a variety of empty cans of caffeine drinks and a few crunched plastic cups with the faint remains of brown liquid pooling at the bottom of each cup. Fucking coffee. His blades flexed as he took a step forward. There was a strong compulsion to force them both to sleep. He would have to punish his little girl for her actions tonight. The fact that she was avoiding him. It was a big mistake on her part. He lifted his right arm and was about to point his index blade directly at Katherine's temple. But he paused. He would wait until she was alone before he pulled her asleep. He wanted no interruptions. He would have to devise a way to get her to yield to him. Perhaps a little bondage would assist in helping him subjugate her. It certainly had been fun handcuffing her to that bed in the boiler room as he touched her. His jagged teeth bit hard on his bottom lip, and he stifled a moan, a flicker of pleasure shooting through his groin at the image of her tied and gagged beneath him and at his mercy once again.

It was going to work. He was fucking sure of it.

He chortled lowly and backed away back through the portal to the dream world. "See you soon princess"

There was a flash of white light and the portal sealed shut.

"Would you like some more coffee?" asked Sandra as she rose to her feet.

Katherine looked up from her empty plastic cup in her hand and shook her head. It was her third cup of the night. "No, the taste of it is starting to sicken me. If you could get me some…" her voice withered away and she turned to her right. Her gaze cast past her bed where the portal had been moments before. She shivered as a strange prickling sensation crept over the back of her neck. For the slightest moment she felt that someone had been watching her. But not just her. Her and Sandra.

Sandra followed the girl's pensive gaze. "What is it?"

Another tremble tore through her body, and she gulped. "I uh, I had this feeling that someone was there. Like someone was watching us"

A disturbed look flashed over Sandra's older face, and she reached out to turn Katherine towards her. "Come with me" she entangled her hand with Katherine's hand and eased her to her feet. There was no way she was risking that bastard pulling Katherine to sleep again and so soon. "It may be him. You know how much power he has gained over the last few weeks. He may be trying them out"

Katherine gave a slow nod and followed her of the room, into the obscurely lit corridor. "Do you really think he made me, and Nancy fall asleep?"

"Yes, I do"

"Oh god. If he can do that, then what else can he do?" she muttered the question to herself.

Sandra pursed her lips together in a thin line. Pondering this question too. Time was of the essence to get Katherine out of this place. Every minute that passed the more precarious things were becoming for her. They came to an intersecting corridor and turned left. After twenty yards they came to two vending machines. Sandra pulled out several quarters and slid them into the slot where the coins would go. She then pushed two circular buttons, one for Pepsi and one for coca cola. There was a rumble and a clatter as the two cans fell into the hatch below. "What about the nurse on duty? She will see me with you. It'll be on CCTV"

"I'll just explain that you were afraid of sleeping. That you been having a few strange nightmares. Don't worry. It will be okay" she held out the cans to her. Offering her a choice of either.

Katherine quickly chose her drink. Pespi. And cracked it opened. "Thanks"

"I might have some caffeine tablets in my bag" Sandra started back towards Katherine's room with the young woman in tow.

"Can you leave me some of them? I can take a few during the day" Katherine said in between taking a sip of her soda.

Sandra nodded and once back in the room she quickly checked the clipboard connected to the end of the bed. Her eyes scanned the notes as she swept through the pages. "You are due to have another appointment with the trauma specialist at 9.45am"

"Would you be able to sit with me and stay on afterwards? I don't want to be alone during the morning"

"As much as I want to, I promised to meet Michael and the others tomorrow morning" Sandra saw the disappointment on Katherine's face and then added. "I'll ask one of the nurses on duty to keep you company"

She forced a smile.

"Good"

"I can't believe he did that to Nancy" Katherine mumbled and slid into her chair. Her gaze dropped to the can in her hands as she tightly held it. Her knuckles turned white as her grip intensified. Another wave of antagonism began to crash over her as the image of her father intimately touching Nancy flickered before her eyes. She took a short haggard breath and exhaled sharply.

Noticing this Sandra pulled her chair around beside her. "Listen, what your father did was a way of trying to make you bitter. To get you to give into him. It's all a twisted fucking game to him. And if you don't ignore his words, then he will win"

Katherine nodded rapidly. "I know. I know. But I just feel so angry!" She left the can of soda on the table and slumped back in her seat. Could the anger she felt really be jealously? If she really wasn't jealous, then she shouldn't feel angry? Right? Unless it was feelings of disgust that she was exhibiting. Perhaps it was a feeling of repulsion that he would do that to Nancy, whom in some way she now saw as a friend over the last several weeks. She huffed out a burst of air through her mouth. The only emotion that she was feeling was confusion.

"Katherine, I promise you everything will be okay" Sandra's soft soothing voice offered.

She lifted her brooding gaze lifted towards her and with a shrug of her shoulders she nodded indifferently. Despite the words of encouragement Sandra was giving her, she felt that the whole situation she was in was about to become out of control. That she was nearing the edge and there was no one to help her stop from falling other the precipice into the realm of insanity...

For the rest of the night they had chatted, played cards after Sandra had found a pack in one of the drawers beside Katherine's bed. The hours had dragged and around 6am Katherine had asked for a quick shower, wanting to feel refreshed and hopefully a little more alert. It was around 7am when she had finally finished drying her hair and was changed into fresh clean clothes consisting of dark navy linen trousers and white laced linen top. Her bare feet were now adorned with white cotton socks. "How long will you be?" asked Katherine as Sandra began to tidy away her clothes into her duffle bag.

"I'm not sure" she sighed. "Look, I told you I will get one of the nurses to keep an eye on you. Just keep drinking coffee and caffeine drinks"

Katherine nodded slowly. Despite the reassurances that Sandra promised her. She had this gut wrenching feeling that something was going to happen to her. And it would not end up well.

…

Sandra clutched her briefcase in her right hand and adjusted the black strap of her handbag as he exited the elevator into the foyer of Westin Hills. Her fatigued eyes were set straight ahead towards the large double doors as she marched across the reception area. To her left an all too familiar smooth and deep voice called out her name.

"Sandra!"

She spun around, her blue eyes widening in disbelief at the tall, stocky black man who smiled cordially at her. His black curly hair was slicked back, and his brown eyes gave a sense of warmth and wisdom. He was dressed as she always seen him in, an impeccable dark grey suit with navy tie. "Oh my god, Alan what are you doing here?"

He walked over to her. "After our talk last night, I decided to come to Springwood as soon as I could. I managed to rearrange my therapy sessions and meetings for the next few days. I'm eager to help your son and the other kids you have mentioned to me. I have brought some supplies" he motioned out the large windows to the car park.

She followed his gesture and saw a large grey minibus with letters painted in white letters on the side.

Youth Therapy Solutions Clinic.
Central City.

She smiled and motioned for him to seat in the seating area. "Thank you" she began, then warned. "You may be putting yourself in danger. You do realise that if you fall asleep, there is the possibly you might dream of this person?"

He reassured her. "You did not reveal the name of the person who is entering the dreams of the kids. I should be safe. As you know I can control my dreams"

She gave a little smile at his words of encouragement.

"I am interested in meeting this girl you told me about. I believe you said her name is Kristen. She can pull people into her dreams?"

"Yes, but she is having some difficulties controlling her power lately" she said grimly.

He nodded musingly. "I have my mediation tapes and lucid dreaming manuscripts that I can go through with her"

"That is great" she rose to her feet, with Alan doing likewise. She lowered her voice as they walked out of the building to their parked vehicles. "I am going to my motel. Sheriff Thompson and his Lt James Garcia are meeting me there with the kids. We are finalising our plans on getting Katherine of the hospital. We hope to carry it out within the next night or two"

"You have said that you wish for Katherine to be brought to my clinic for therapy?" he questioned.

"Yes, I would need your help with that. I would need you to prescribe hypnocil to her and not just her, but to Michael, Kristen and Nancy. I would need to persuade the girls to come to Central City. It may be the safest place for them" she unlocked her car and placed her belongings in the back seat. "Did you bring any epinephrine with you?"

"I have an ample supply. I have also brought my equipment to bring people out of a deep sleep" he saw her smile. She was pleased at this.

"You can follow me to the motel. I'll get the girls to tell you what has been happening with them"

Before turning towards his own vehicle Alan asked. "You mentioned to me that an orderly from the hospital is helping too? How so?"

"He is going to ask to work in the ward that Katherine is currently in during the night. He can disable the CCTV system and allow us to come and leave the hospital safely" she explained. "I did explain to him that his job is at risk"

"It will be a risk worth taking, if we can help Katherine"

Her face dropped to the ground, and she choked back an anguished sob. "I'm so scared for her. She is like a daughter to me. I have grown so close to her over the last three years"

He placed a warm strong hand on her shoulder and offered last words of comfort. "We'll help her. I promise"

xxx

Michael was surprised to discover that Alan had accompanied his mother to the motel. He knew of course that Alan was willing to help his mother with the situation they were in. But didn't realise that he would come to Springwood in person. He knew that throughout the last few years Sandra and Alan had grown close as work colleagues. They had first met when he was briefly working with her for six months in 1976 in one of the local Child Psychiatric Hospitals in Central City. After he left that employment, they had kept in touch and through various seminars and conventions would have met up to a catch up and to share treatments and theories on treatments. From what he knew from his mother, Alan had decided to establish his own Therapy clinic in the City and began to recruit liked minded therapists who shared his vision of using dream therapy and hypnosis to help traumatic children and teenagers. But along with other orthodox treatment.

After arriving at the motel, Sandra had quietly taken Nancy and Kirsten to the side and discussed with them the option for them to move to Central City, although temporarily, in order to gain control of their dreams again and hopefully their lives. Plus, the fact that the dream suppressant Hypnocil was easily available in the Clinic would help them.

"Mom, you know that if we do go back to Central City, there is the strong chance that he'll be in our dreams there" Michael said despondently.

"It is the only option available Michael" she looked over towards Alan as he sat on the edge of the double bed. "When we arrive in Central City, we can bring him out of the dream there"

He concurred with a silent nod.

"Why there? Why can't we do it now?" Nancy asked eagerly from her seating position in the kitchen. Kristen sat at her side and agreed with a quick nod of her head.

"I understand, but we are in his territory. We are in Springwood. If we can pull him out in an environment where we can control the situation. Then we have a better chance of defeating him" She explained then looked at Kristen, "Kristen, Alan would like to ask you some questions about your gift"

Kristen turned in her seat and nodded. "Yes, of course"

Alan walked across the room and settled in a spare chair at the kitchen table in between her and Nancy. "How long have you had this power? When did you first start using it?"

She thought for a moment, "I was about eight or nine years old when I began to discover I could bring people into my dream. I had his fear of water when I was younger, and I still do. I would dream I was drowning, and I would think of my dad, wishing he was there with me. I was very close to him. Then the next second he was there in the water with me. It happened on and off for a few years. Until I was about thirteen or fourteen when I began to understand what kind of power I had in my dreams"

"You can also wake yourself up? Yes?" he rose an eyebrow.

"Yes. I can. Though lately over the last few weeks my concentration is a little off. I feel like I am losing control of power. It's happening when I am having nightmares of that fucker" she admitted.

"How many people can you bring into your dream at one time?"

"A few people. At the most maybe five or six people" Kristen took a sip of her soda. "The other night, I couldn't wake myself up. I was in the dream with Michael. Michael was concerned about Katherine as she was sedated"

"Where you in a situation where you lost your focus?" Alan clasped his hands together on the table. Curious of her reply.

"Yeah, we were in this narrow metal corridor, and it was filling up with water. I can't swim. I uh, began to panic. I was petrified" she trembled at the memory.

"Fear is a factor in losing control of your dreams. Losing control of your power" Alan advised. "Though, you have not lost your power. You just need to re-establish control of your mind. I can help you"

"Uh, how?" Kristen felt uneasy.

"Through mediation and concentration techniques. It normally takes people weeks to control and manipulate their dreams. But as you have this power and were in control before, it should be achievable rather quickly. I would like to start this morning. I have numerous mediation tapes that you can listen to, it helps relaxes your mind. Which will lead you to control your dreams" he smiled reassuringly. "I would like us both to enter the dream together"

Kristen shifted nervously in her chair and threw Nancy and Michael a doubtful look, "I'm not sure about this. He will be there; he'll know we are both asleep!"

Discerning the hint of nervousness in Kristen's body language, Sandra went to her side and knelt before her. "I trust Alan. I know him. He has had vast experience of helping kids control their dreams. Kids who were suffering nightmares stemming from abuse and past trauma. He assisted them in gaining control. I believe in you" she glanced at Nancy, then Michael. "We all believe in you Kristen. It is time you started believing in yourself!"

Leaning back in her seat, Kristen considered these words. It was true, she didn't believe in herself. The last dream had hit her confidence in using her power. The fear of being surrounded by water in that corridor, not just in that dream, but the previous dream the week before had made her have doubts in using her gift. Could she really be able to pull them all out safely when they confronted Krueger again? And not just that, could she pull all of them out when they were trying to grab Freddy too? Would she be able to overcome her insecurities and apprehension? Her blue eyes glimpsed up at Nancy, thinking to when she had explained how she had fought back against Krueger. Despite being molested by him, she had gathered her courage and attacked him. If she could do it, then she could too. It was time to stand up for herself. Joey, Kincaid and Taryn would want her to do that. Inhaling slowly, she composed herself and nodded slowly, exhaling. "Yes, I'll do it"

"Good" Sandra smiled.

Alan reached over to Kristen's shaking hands, squeezing them lightly. "You will be fine"

He rose to his feet and ventured towards the door. "I'll bring in my equipment and mediation tapes. We can start now"

"I'll help you" Michael offered and followed him out into the car park.

Alan unlocked the back of the minibus and pulled opened the doors. "How are you, Michael?"

He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed a large brown cardboard box stacked with various mediation tapes, a bundle of electrode leads and a tape recorder. "I'm okay. Just worried about what's going to happen" his eyes glimpsed into another box that Alan clutched in his hands. There was a large bundle of books regarding dreams and hypnosis. "Thank you for coming"

He smiled warmly. "You are welcomed. When your mother phoned me a few days ago, I could tell she was upset. She says she is very close to Katherine"

"Yeah, she is. Do you think this plan will work?" Michael shifted the box in his hands nervously. "it's just going to be risky. Krueger has killed so many people"

"Kristen's power is unique. If I can train her mind to gain control even for a few minutes, then it will assist her in waking herself up successfully. I do believe that we should proceed with the plan when we get back to Central City. Have you discussed who will be entering the dream with her?" Alan strolled back to the motel room with Michael at this side.

"No, not yet. Max is at Westin Hills now having a meeting with Dr Carver. He's hoping to be back on duty either tonight or tomorrow night" Michael left the cardboard box on the table in the room then followed Alan back to the minibus again. He watched as Alan lifted out a white computer screen that had several white buttons and was connected to a black battery.

Alan lightly tapped the top of the screen and explained. "I use this to bring people out of a deep sleep. it stimulates the Hypothalamus that controls your sleeping patterns. It sends small electric pulses into that part of the brain, accelerating the waking process" he ventured back to the doorway then turned towards Michael. "How long has Katherine been having dreams of him?"

"Ever since the first night we arrived here. I know you don't know her, but she's changed so much. She was so strong, resolute. Very independent. But now, she's more introverted and fearful. More submissive in a way when it comes to him. I just wish we never came here" his blue eyes pleaded with Alan as he begged, "Please help her"

Alan planted his free hand on Michael's shoulder and squeezed it softly in support.

xxx

Katherine's inquisitive gaze glared down the corridor, her patience wearing thin. Her therapist was ten minutes late. As much as she didn't want to chat about her current mood or her feelings, she did want some type of company to help her repel the faint urge to sleep. Where the hell was the doctor? Her cheeks puffed out in frustration, and she was about to turn back into the room when she saw one of the new nurses on duty exit a room about ten yard down to her left. "Excuse me?" she waved her over and smiled, "I'm just wondering where Doctor Jenson is? I have a therapy session with her"

"Oh, I'm sorry Doctor Jenson had phoned in sick this morning. She won't be able to take your session with you. I'm sorry, I should have informed you" she apologised.

"Oh, okay. Thanks" Katherine muttered and walked back into her room. Her shoulders sagged forward as she climbed onto the bed, sitting on her knees and she grabbed a can of diet coke from the pillow. She opened the soda and took a long slug, pondering how to past the time. Sighing she climbed off the bed and lifted one of the novels on the table, then planted herself back onto the bed. Her eyes read over the summary on the back of the book. It was a cheesy romance novel. It would have to do. Her fingers flicked through the page to the first chapter, but she froze. The skin on the back of her neck prickled, tingling and she wearily rubbed at the nape of her neck then her eyes slowly lifted upwards.

Freddy loomed above her a few feet from the bed. His mirage was invisible to her. Yet again he had pushed his spirt into the waking world. His lips curled into a dishonest grin, and he locked his eyes onto hers. She blinked slowly; unaware she was staring straight at him. Her mouth parted slightly in awe as she witnessed a ripple appearing in the air, expending downwards from about six feet in the air, then two feet in width. It appeared to take shape of a person…

Her eyes widened in panic and a rush of fatigue hit her. She felt dizzy and shook her head, "No…" her left hand dropped the book onto the mattress, and she pitifully tried to stand from the bed. But her eyes fluttered wildly, and she moaned as she slumped to her left, onto the bed and the can of soda toppled to the floor spilling the contents on over the ground. A sinister chuckle began to echo in her mind as she entered the dream…

Her eyes flew opened to be greeted with a sea of darkness. She murmured quietly and frowned, feeling a fabric covering her eyes. Fuck, she was blindfolded. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she groaned in distaste as she felt the lace bra and thong adorning her body again. There was a difference though. Her legs and lower thighs were bare, free from those fishnet tights and them garter belts. Was she in that sordid stripper club again? Her head turned to the left feeling the rough shabby carpet under her skin. It took her a few more moments to discern that her hands were tied behind her back, with a similar blindfold to that what covered her eyes. She yanked and wriggled her wrists but cursed. It was pointless. The knot was tight, pressing tightly into her flesh.

She rolled onto her left side and attempted to move her legs. "Fuck!" she groaned. It seemed he had an urge to keep her tied up. Her ankles were fastened together by what she felt was coarse rope. She again rubbed her ankles back and forth, trying to wriggle free. But the rope created a friction sensation on her skin, making her hiss. "Damn it!"

Katherine huffed in annoyance and turned her face to the left. Her brown locks were pulled back from her face, no doubt in the same style from the strip club. What the hell was he up to now? Her chest was pressed against the carpet, and she arched her back, pushing backwards as she tried to sit back onto her knees. She then froze hearing footsteps approaching the room she was in. She whimpered and rolled to the left onto her back. Then again, pushing herself forward a few more feet. Her head hit the side of a bed and she grew still. Behind her she heard the creaking of a door opening and her body shivered in uneasiness. He was here.

Freddy stood in the doorway of her old bedroom. The metal blades on his clawed glove and his fingers on his scarred hand, twitched and wiggled with zeal. This was going to be good. His lips curved up into an amoral grin as she took a step into the room. Though, he became alert and craned his head over this left shoulder peering over the railing. His attention being drawn away from Katherine, to somewhere else in the dreamscape. It wasn't the boiler room. Not even another part of his old home. But another dream. He growled lowly. That bitch Kristen was asleep. She had managed to create her own little dream. But wait, there was another presence with her. It wasn't Nancy or that fucker Michael. It was another adult. Someone unfamiliar to him. Should he investigate? Find out what fucker was with Kristen? His eyes flicked back towards Katherine as she lay bound and tied against the side of her old bed. No, he would leave that bitch Kristen. The whore had a lucky escape this time. His attention would be on Katherine. It was time to make her give in, to obey him and allow him to control her to his own perverse advantage. Something he had waited a long time for. His lecherous grin grew back onto his face as he walked into the room.

"Hello, princess!"

Katherine's head whipped up as her body went into full panic mode. Her body shuffled forward along the carpet, making her grimace from the burning sensation on her skin. "Get away from me!" she whispered fiercely.

Freddy tutted as he approached her and shook his head. Hearing him closing in she shoved her high-heeled shoes forward and tried to kick out at him. He laughed and dodged her attempt and then fanned his blades, a metal whoosh piercing the air above her. She instantly froze. He quicky knelt before her and grabbed her tied ankles and with a snarl tugged her hard onto her back. She yelped at the sudden move and felt his legs brush hers. He hushed her and reached down with his left hand trailing his fingers along her quivering lips. Then traced them up along her right cheek before they entangled in her brown hair and yanked her head forward. She shrieked, panting heavily out of consternation.

Leaning forward Freddy inhaled her scent, relishing in the rising fear that was festering from her. His nose brushed against her jawline, and he grinned against her skin. After a few seconds he bent back and brought a single blade towards the rope tied around her ankles and curled the edge of the blade under the rope. The steel moved back and forth in a sawing motion and soon the rope was torn in two and yanked from her feet. His hand soon found its way around the nape of her neck, and she shrieked again as she was violently pulled to her feet in one tug. His voice growled in her ears. "You're coming with me!"

Katherine hissed as his fingers tightened around her neck, pinching the flesh hard. She was shoved forward out of the room and again she began to twist and wriggled her hands against her restraints. Freddy glanced down, seeing her resistance. Then with a smirk he compelled the cloth to twisted and grow tighter. She winced and her fingers flinched in pain. Deciding it was stupid to resist any further she sighed and ceased her actions. She heard a door creaking opened in front of her and she was hauled forward through the doorway into her father's room. Freddy raised his right foot behind him and kicked the door closed, a small metal click signalling that the door was locked.

The pressure on her neck eased as he released his hold on her neck and placed her at the bottom of the bed, with her body facing the boarded windows. She gnawed her lips musingly. Somehow, she knew where he had taken her to. Freddy licked his lips quickly and carnivorously began to circle her. His eyes depravingly roamed over her body, pondering what things he would do to her. He would tie her up of course, but what would he do after that? Maybe a little teasing…

She had no fucking idea what she was in for.

His lips spread into a rancorous smile, and he took at slow step towards her.

"Take these fucking things off me!" Katherine snapped angrily.

His smile twisted into a leer. Disliking the antagonism that tainted her voice. The gap between them closed as he leaned forward. His hot breath fluttered over her hair, and she jerked back, but her limbs went limp. Turning to stone. She hissed, breathing heavily with rage wishing this fucking blindfold was away so she could see what he was going to do. Raising his claw Freddy brought his index blade to her left cheek and the moment it touched her skin she sneered. "Stop fucking touching me!"

Freddy's eyes narrowed in derision, and he pressed the tip hard into her skin, pulling it down lightly nearly drawing blood. "Watch your tongue, Kitty Kat! Or I'll just have to bite it off!" he bared his rotten, jagged teeth and they snapped quickly millimetres from her mouth. The sudden, sharp snapping sound of his teeth made her shriek and the force holding her in place vanished and she jolted backwards onto her back. He laughed nastily at her and crouched over her. "Now we are going to have a little talk"

She stiffened in alarm and craned her head to the right. "What a-about?"

"You know what about" he hissed sharply. "You were avoiding me. You stayed awake last night with the help of that slut Sandra. I saw you both!"

Her head twisted around to the direction of his voice. "You saw us? H-how?"

"I paid the waking world a little visit" he grinned maliciously as a look of horror spanned across her face.

"I knew someone was watching us!" she murmured to herself. His hand clamped around her throat, and she gagged as she was jostled to her feet. Her legs staggered unsteadily on the stilettos shoes, and she yelped as he thrust her around so she was standing with the right side of her body facing his chest.

"I need to punish you baby girl"

Her heart skipped a beat. A surge of trepidation swelled through her veins. He was going to whip her with the buckle of the belt. It was all a fucking lie. A fucking pretence saying he wouldn't use the belt on her. She wriggled against her bonds. "No, let me-"

Her voice was cut off as the hand that was still around her throat, applied more pressure around her jugular. He placed a cold blade against her trembling lips and hushed her. "Shh, it's not the way you are thinking"

Her thoughts began to spiral. Not the way she was thinking. What the hell did he mean by that? It was always the way he punished her. She felt his hand unclench around her neck and was replaced by the glove that wrapped around the front of her neck and with a little yank her upper body was pulled forward. Her body was doubled over, her ass sticking backwards on show for him. Licking his lips once he slowly raised his left hand and swung it down hard onto her right ass cheek.

Her yelp echoed in the dimly lit room, a gasp of surprise also falling from her lips. What the fuck was he doing? She opened her mouth to protest. But another hard slap to her ass made her yelp again. The burning stinging sensation of his palm on her flesh made her cringe and she hissed. "St-top!"

Freddy smirked crudely and raised his hand slapping it down hard again. Then again. Her shrieks grew louder, and he closed his eyes, letting out a little moan of approval at her groans of discomfort. His hand ran roughly over her throbbing ass, and he lifted it again, hitting harder than before. She screamed again and began to sob. He chuckled and again rubbed his hand over her tender flesh of her ass. He felt his cock strain against his trousers, and he quickly reached down to the front of his trousers, adjusting it under the fabric. A wicked grin grew on his face, the feel of her ass and the exquisite sound of her shrieking in agony was fucking amazing. He could do this all night and was sure he would get off on it. It was after the 6th solid slap to her ass he pulled her whimpering body up and swung her back towards his chest. Her sobs echoed in the room and he groaned into her left ear as he grinded his hard on against the crack of her ass and threateningly tightened his claw around her throat. She gagged and choked out. "St-top…"

His lips curled into a fiendish grin against her earlobe, and he quickly withdrew his claw. She shuffled uneasily on her feet, cringing at the burning pain on her ass and suddenly flinched as he began to circle her. Freddy dragged his tongue along his bottom charred lip and then as he rounded her again, he thrust his hand again across her backside. Katherine whimpered and jerked forward, then pressed her thighs firmly together, feeling a tingling heat forming between her thighs. Her thong was wet with her arousal. Her face paled with horror. At first when he starting to 'spank' her she felt angry, disgusted at how he could do that to her. But after the 5th slap, the disgust and rage began to change to a lingering feeling of curiosity, excitement. The stinging pain began to morph into a faint heat of pleasure. It flooded downwards from the pit of her stomach to her core, prickling along her pussy lips to her sensitive bud that throbbed for stimulation. Was she developing a lust for plain? Or had she always had this fetish and wasn't aware until now? It was just like the way he had explained to her as child, that he received desire and gratification from cutting himself. Maybe she was really twisted like him. She had probably inherited this carnal desire from him. Fuck. This wasn't good…

"Now" Freddy murmured softly and stopped in front of her, then abruptly crouched down. His left knee was bent, and his right knee was set against the carpet. His blades lightly tapped the side of her left stiletto shoe. "How about we take these off? Mmm?"

Her head craned down in the direction of his voice. "What?"

"These…" he trailed a single blade back and forth along the edge of her shoe. He then gently grasped her ankle and lifted her foot up a few inches from the ground. "I am sure they are uncomfortable?"

Katherine sighed. He was right, these shoes were incredibly sore. Too fucking tight. She hated wearing high-heeled shoes. She gave a slow nod. "Yes"

"Yes, what?" he leered up at her.

"Yes, please daddy" she replied briskly.

Freddy smiled and eased her left shoe from her foot. A small sigh of reprieve came from her and before she could even contemplate placing her foot back onto the ground, he tugged her leg forward towards his face. She frowned and then gasped as the feel of his slick tongue began to glide along her calf, upwards in a slow fashion towards her kneecap. Her other leg trembled, and she heard his chuckle against her skin, and he gave her skin a tender kiss. He slowly left her foot onto the ground and repeated the same action with her other foot and leg. Looking up at her he noticed her breathing was becoming irregular, uneven. Smiling he grabbed the shoes and threw them into the corner of the room, where they landed with a dull thud.

Katherine exhaled long and hard, her hands twitching and wriggling in their restraints. She needed them if she was going to protect herself from him. Freddy tutted and leaned back onto his thighs, peering around towards her hands. He clicked his fingers and the fabric around her wrists grew tighter making her hiss sharply.

Freddy gradually began to scan her body, starting from the bottom of her shaking feet up along her shins, knees and past them. His eyes darkened in depraved hunger as his blue irises roamed up along her fleshly thighs until they came to her lace thong. He smirked and pushed himself forward, leaning his head towards her right thigh. She whimpered as she felt his clawed glove and scarred hand curl around her backside and lightly grope her tender ass. His rough, chapped lips pressed against the middle of her thigh, and she shivered as he slithered out his tongue and dragged it upwards along the skin. The tip of his tongue teased the skin as it inched further towards her right hip. She dug her teeth into her bottom lip and kept her simmering moans at bay. Soon, his tongue glided along the edge of her thong along the front where it stopped inches above the apex of her thighs. He lifted his eyes up to her face, seeing her skin blush red. But he knew it was not in rage, but of excitement. The desire was starting to flourish within her, he could sense it.

She took a sharp intake of breath, nearly forgetting about his bladed glove and other hand on her ass. That was until they took up their slow massaging of her flesh. He slid his fingers down into the crack of her ass and pulled her butt-cheek apart and gingerly rubbed his fingertips in between her ass. Then with a naughty chuckle he raised his hand and struck it down on her ass once more. Katherine shrieked at the sudden impact and her body jerked forward an inch. Freddy laughed again, and his eyes darted down towards her thong covered pussy and he spotted the wet patch on the lace. "Ohh" his eyes lit up with exhilaration, "I see someone is excited. They like me spanking them!"

He glanced up and saw her face turning to the right, her cheeks blushing red.

Turning his attention back to her thong he licked his lips and firmly pressed his mouth against the rim of her fabric and then planted strong kisses down the front of her laced clad thong to where it covered her pussy.

Katherine blinked wildly underneath her blindfold and her breath hitched in her throat. What was he doing? Please don't kiss there. No, please God no! She felt his hot breath linger over the lace of the thong and then she heard him moan softly as he pressed his lips an inch above where the start of her pussy began. She clamped her eyes closed and prayed that this feeling of longing would stop.

"Do you want me to make you cum, baby girl?"

Her body tensed, her mind short-circuiting. Did she really hear that? Did he really ask her THAT? Oh, fuck. He was trying to push her towards the edge. Break her. Lure her over the edge into what she knew would be insanity. She had to fight. This was her last chance to save herself. Her breathing slowed and she shook her head in response.

Freddy glared up at her. Despite her non-verbal reply, it didn't satisfy him. He asked again, "Do you want me to make you cum? Now, come on! I know that you want me to touch you, the way I touched that little bitch, Nancy!"

He slowly leaned back and scrutinized her expression. Her lips twitched, morphing into a snarl at the mention of what he had done to Nancy. A wicked grin spread over Freddy's face. There it was. Jealously. It was still there. He watched as she took a shaky deep breath and sneered back, "I told you! I don't want you touching me. I don't want that from you!" her breathing became erratic as she tried to keep her anger subdued. "Nothing will ever happen between us again!"

The grin that was on Freddy's face twisted down into a sneer and with a sudden thrust of his feet, he rose to a standing position and retraced his claw and hand from her ass. His voice was low, growling in her left ear. "If that's the way you want it, I'll have to go elsewhere. Won't I? I'll just bring that fucking slut Nancy into the dream again. This time I'll fuck her. Then I'll pay Kristen a little visit or even that cunt's mother. Sandra. I'll fuck them two whores too!"

He saw her shuffle uncertainly on her feet. He leered viciously and snapped again and soon a sly grin played at his lips. It was the moment of truth. Time to stoke the fire that was her anger, see if she would finally snap. "Maybe when I'm through fucking those bitches, I'll pay some other little girl a visit in their dreams. Have my way with them!"

His gaze dropped behind her towards her bound hands that trembled and shook with ferocity. The fury emanating from her was invigorating. He quickly thought of something else to say to finally break her. "Yeah, I think I'll do that. I won't bother wasting my time on you anymore. I won't touch you ever again Katherine!"

Katherine whimpered quietly as she heard his footsteps retreating away from her. How could he say that? Wasting his time on her? No, no, she wanted his attention. Not just now. But all the time. She was becoming needy, a longing for him to be near her. He wouldn't really do that to her, would he? Would he ignore her? She couldn't let that happen. He was all she had now.

She spun around to where his footsteps had faded to and she shouted out, "No! Stop, don't go!"

Freddy stood in the corner of the room, having no intention of leaving the bedroom. It was all a fucking ruse, and it was working just like a charm. His arms were crossed his sweater, his blades lightly tapping his left arm. His eyes twinkled with triumph as he watched her. Her head was turning to the left and right, trying to discern where he was.

Katherine chewed her lips and pouted dourly. Had he gone? No, he couldn't leave her. It would drive her mad if she thought he was touching someone else. What was the point in fighting it anymore? He was right, he was always right.

Freddy smiled as he deciphered that thought from her. Of course, he was always fucking right.

She inhaled sharply and sniffled. It was apparent that she wanted his attention on her. Yesterday, she thought she was telling him the truth. She believed she wasn't jealous. But it was all a lie. The anger and bitterness she had was jealously. God, she really was fucking crazy. And he had done it all. But she didn't care anymore. All she cared was that he was paying her attention. No one else. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she would let him. Her relationship with him was toxic, corrupt. Just like her. "Please don't go" her voice was barely above a whisper.

His tongue skimmed over his jagged teeth as his lips curled into a depraved smirk. She was falling over the edge and he had given her the final push. Her limbs quaked and shivered violently, her sobs low and soft. Barely audible in the room. He saw her take an unsteady breath and again her voice whispered. "Daddy, please don't go. Don't leave me…."

She lifted her head up, straining to hear any movement. But there was an uneasy silence. The seconds ticked by, and she groaned. Fuck, was he away? This fucking blindfold was pissing her off. She wanted to see if he was there or not. She jerked suddenly at the feel of metal curling around the side of her left face, holding her head still. And then the familiar scarred hand reached around the back of her head. His fingers soothingly rubbed her locks and they swiftly dug into the knot of the blindfold, unravelling it. She sniffed and blinked as the covering was taken away from her eyes. Her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, and she took a fleeting glance to the left, seeing a small lampshade turned on, sitting on his old chest of drawers at the side of the bed. Her breath wavered slightly as she turned her gaze back to his. His lips were pressed together, face vacant and expressionless.

"I don't want you to do that to Nancy again" she quickly admitted. her mind was broken, she was broken. "I don't want you touching anyone"

He shoved the red blindfold into his back trouser pocket, then replied. "I can do what I want Katherine"

"But…" she gulped hard. "I was jealous!"

"Oh" he smirked, "I thought you said that you weren't jealous!"

"I lied!" she confessed quickly. "I was jealous. I still am. I was just angry that you did that to Nancy. I don't like you touching other girls"

He took a step closer. "Oh, then you would prefer that I touch you?"

Her eyes brightened suddenly at this question "Yes, I do"

Freddy flashed her a malevolent grin and leaned his face towards hers. His left arm swiftly wrapped around her body, his palm and fingers clamping hard onto her ass, and she moaned her affirmation as he ardently groped her. His chuckling echoed in the room and then he smashed his mouth onto hers. Kissing her avidly. She moaned against his mouth and parted her lips allowing him to slide his tongue into her whimpering mouth. He smirked and glided his claw into her hair, tugging her head sharply to the left gaining more access to her mouth. Her tongue enthusiastically slid and slithered against his own as their passionate kiss lingered on. She moaned again his fingers pinching and grasping at the skin on her ass. He broke the heated kiss and saw the spark of desire in her brown eyes, her mouth was parted slightly as she panted. This was fucking perfect. He grinned at her. It was time to push a few more of her buttons. See how she would react to certain commands. "Now, for the rest of the dream, I want you to address me as 'sir'. Or there will be a punishment"

She swallowed thickly. "A punishment?"

He quickly raised his left hand and slapped it sharply across her ass. She shrieked and gasped. "That is your punishment" Freddy hissed, "Though, seeing as you like it…" he glanced down at the leather belt he was wearing through the loops of his trousers. "I may have to use something else to spank you"

Her gaze flew down towards his claw where it lightly tapped the leather belt. Her mouth parted in dread. "I'll behave sir"

"That's my girl" he placed the tip of his index blade under her chin and lifted her gaze back to his. He smiled shrewdly and lightly kissed her for a few seconds. She relaxed into the kiss and sulked in disappointment as he broke his lips away from hers.

He chortled and then peered over the edge of her shoulders down to her bound hands. Finally noticing the bandage on her left hand, he walked around to her back and began to tear through the dressing then untied her restraints, and with a little snigger he ventured back to her front. He shoved the other blindfold into his pocket with the other one. He then snatched her left hand and pulled it up to inspect the blistered, red burn. "I won't be healing that. It's your own fault, got it?"

Katherine nodded quietly.

There was a sound of flesh hitting flesh and she yelped from another stern slap to her behind. "When I ask you something, you speak back!"

"Yes sir" she nodded quickly. "Sorry sir"

He grabbed both her wrists in his glove and burnt hand and manoeuvred her body so that her legs hit the end of the bed. She took a deep breath, waiting for his next move. "Tell me what you want?" he asked with a cunning smile. "Do you want me to make you cum? Make you shake with pleasure?"

Katherine pushed away her anxieties and knew exactly what she wanted. The desire that was burning in her stomach and her core was growing in intensity. She wriggled her legs together at the anticipation of him touching her. "Yes sir, I want you to make me cum. Please"

Freddy squeezed her wrists tightly and then shoved her hard onto the mattress. Katherine yelped startled at the unexpected move. Her eyes darted towards his left hand as it glided behind his back, and he yanked out the two red blindfolds. He lifted his glove and pointed a sharp blade at her, "Move further up the bed" he flicked the blade up towards the pillows.

"Yes sir" she whispered and obediently pushed her palms against the bedsheets and shuffled up the mattress to where her head rested just below the grimy pillows. Her eyes locked onto him as he climbed upon her and straddled her thighs. Flashing her a crude smile he pressed his hard on against her crotch firmly. She bit down on the corner of her left lip, a little flustered and excited. Freddy sniggered at her and yanked and tugged at the restraints in his glove and hand, toying with her. "Arms up. Above your head"

Her heard pounded in her chest. God, he was going to tie her up. She was not expecting this. What would he do to her when she was tied up, at his mercy? She shivered in elation, another burst of heat coiling in her core. Was she being turned on by this? By having him dominate her? She nodded and raised her arms onto the pillows.

Freddy gave the restraints one last tug and then began to wrap the fabric around her slim waist. Knotting it once then twice, then pulled the end of the blindfold up towards one of the metal bars of the headboard. He pushed the edge around the metal, then tied it into two tight knots. He repeated this with her other wrist, leaving her arms stretched above her. He moaned loudly, his cock twitching at the sight of her laying before him tied and under his control. Fuck, as much as he wanted to fuck her. He was going to wait to the next time she fell asleep. This was all about her giving into him, obeying him. And so far, so good.

He looked down at his pants, seeing the bulge pressing against her left thigh and he groaned. He would have to relieve himself first. He leaned forward and crushed his chest against her, devouring her mouth in one swoop of his lips. She moaned into the kiss as he ravaged her mouth with his tongue. His left hand fervidly groped and kneaded her right breast. His fingers ran over the fabric pinching and tweaking the nipple beneath. Her groans were muffled in his mouth, and this egged him on as he began to grind and thrust his clothed cock against her core. She voluntary arched her crotch against his, grounding her hips against his as he moaned gutturally in her mouth. He broke the kiss and titled his head to the left, consuming the arc of her throat with his eager lips. His teeth grazed and nibbled on her skin, making her whimper and hiss. He smirked and kissed, licked her flesh, continuing to ground himself her core and thighs. "You're my little girl…" he murmured against her skin. "Mine. Don't you ever forget that!"

She breathed heavily, "I won't sir"

He smiled proudly and drove his hard on faster against her crotch. The bed creaked and groaned under the weight, and he felt his cock pulsate, twitching and he planted his claw on her other breast, groping it firmly. The blades skimmed over her skin grazing the flesh around her collarbone. He clamped his eye shut as his cock spasmed and he groaned as he came. "Fuck"

Katherine panted, slowing her own thrust and grinds of her own crotch and glanced at him as he snuggled his face into the crook of her neck. He lightly kissed her neck through his hard pants and then with an amoral grin he said. "Now, it's your turn"

She felt a little smile tug at her lips. "Can you change sir?"

He lifted his head from her neck and glared at her. He knew what she meant. She wanted him to change to when he was when he was alive. But she was in for a disappointment. It was on his terms when he would transform himself into his human form. "No, I won't"

"But please sir-"

His left hand lightly slapped across her right breast as a warning sign. She gave a little yelp in surprise. "I said no. Don't ask me again" he sneered.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry" she muttered briskly.

He nodded once and then slid off his clawed glove and took off his hat, leaving them on the small chest of drawers beside the bed. "Where do you want me to touch you?"

Her eyes twinkled with animation. Yes, this was what she wanted. She smiled. "Everywhere sir"

Freddy chuckled maliciously, his chest swelling with pride. He had her. There was no going back for her. He swept down and knew exactly where he would start. A special little spot, just an inch or two below her right ear. His tongue flickered out and trailed over the flesh, lapping it vigorously and then with a little snarl he latched his lips hard onto her flesh. Her smile grew and she moaned out loud as he sucked and kissed, licking the sweet spot on her neck. She curled her fingers around her restraints. Her mouth parted as she begged. "More sir. Please sir"

He panted hungrily against her neck and then then grasped the cups of her bra with his hands. He lifted his head up and smiled at her tearing the bra apart to expose her breasts. Her breathing increased as he languidly licked his lips then clasped her right breast with his callous, charred hand. His fingers twirled and tweaked her nipple, making her moan in endorsement. His right hand went to her other breast and groped it, massaging it roughly. Her eyes fluttered closed as she became lost in her bliss. Freddy growled, not liking this. "Look at me princess"

She panted softly and pried her eyes opened, locking her licentious gaze onto his eyes. Freddy smirked impiously and applied more pressure on her breasts, squeezing her nipples harder making her groan out loud. A shot of pain coursing through her. His smirk warped into a sickening grin and he sighed becoming aroused again. The cries of pain sparked a memory from years ago, when he had cut her in this secret room. The sexual gratification he received from seeing her whimpering and sobbing in anguish below him was wonderful. And it was happening all over again. After giving her perk nipples one last agonising twist he bent his head forward and latch his lips over her right nipple. He sucked and licked it slowly, making her groans of pain change in pitch to pleased moans. His left hand continued to stimulate her other breast, rubbing and stroking her. Her eyes flicked down to his scarred head and saw his tongue swirling and slithering over her breast and nipple. Her mouth curled into a little grin, and she arched her back upwards, trying to push her nipple further into his mouth. Freddy growled in displeasure at her action, and he thrust her back hard onto the mattress, lifting his head momentarily to leer. "Don't move again!"

Katherine whined disappointedly. Her eyes darted about the ceiling and she moaned again as he kissed her breasts harder and with more vigour. Leaving a trail of salvia over her skin. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and scraped his teeth over the sensitive bud and she grimaced in discomfort. Freddy smiled against her flesh and grunted, as he grew hard once more. Fuck, he would have to wait until she woke up before relieving himself again. His right hand played and teased her other breast then he moved his mouth over to it. She glowered down at him as his tongue lapped out at her breast, swirling around her areola, then lapped over her nipple. Again, and again. She gave a pleased smile and then murmured. "Please…."

Freddy glimpsed up at her, but ignored her plea and sucked hard on her nipple. She made a mewing sound, and he trailed his left hand down her waist and glided it in between them. His fingertips slided over her laced thong, pressing it firmly against her pussy and he cackled. Her thong was soaking wet. Just what he wanted. He withdrew his hand from her crotch and lightly twisted her right nipple, "You're enjoying this, aren't you baby girl?"

"Yes sir" she gave a shy smile, then her eyes scurried down to her crotch. "Please sir"

"Please what?" his tongue slithered across her breasts, from one to the other.

"I want you to touch me" her eyes pleaded with him. "Down there. Please sir"

"Mmm" Freddy mused, then flashed her a cheeky grin. "You have to say the right words"

Her lips curled downwards into a scowl, and she whimpered. Did he really want her to spell it out? In such crude detail? She knew it was a way for him to get her to submit to him. And it was working. She was submitting to him and now she was ready to beg. Taking a deep breath she beseeched, "Please sir. I want you to touch my pussy, to lick me! Please!"

His expression was vacuous and after a few moments he saw her lips frown in dissatisfaction. She sniffled and a stray tear rolled down her left cheek. Freddy reached up to brush away her tear and then clutched the side of her face. "Say it again"

Katherine breathed hard and hissed, "Please sir, lick my pussy. Finger-fuck me! Please, I'm begging you!"

His lips coiled into a devilish grin. Relishing in the way she was submitting to his twisted perverse commands. She felt his hands swoop down to tear at her thong, shredding the material onto the bedsheets. She glanced at the torn lace and then back to him as he shifted his body down her legs, to straddle her ankles. He coyly wiggled his fingers at her. "You ready, Kitty Kat?"

She nodded madly, "Yes sir"

He reached down with to her left thigh and then lifted his legs from her ankles. He tapped her fleshly thigh, "Spread them"

The bedsheets rustled as her thighs moved apart, giving him easy access to her. He scanned her cunt and smirked, seeing her lips glisten with arousal. Bending forward he kissed his way up along the inside of her left thigh and with a flick of his tongue he licked along her labia, teasing her wet lips. She sighed and felt two of his fingers slid along the folds at the same time his tongue snuck its way under the hood of her clit. This set her off as she clamped her eyes and moaned out loud. The tip of his appendage flicked and licked at her sensitive bud, sending waves of excitement flow through her pussy. He glided his two fingers easily into her walls and began to take up a stead pace of pumping them in and out. Her walls stretched and shuddered as his digits thrust in and out. Twisting and turning inside her tight canal. His tongue continued to lap and tease her bud, making her whimper and jerk beneath him. This was everything that she wanted. Nothing else could compare to this. She groaned softly as he edged another finger into her, elongating her tight walls and she felt herself shudder. His mouth parted lightly and sucked her clit into his mouth making her cry out in pleasure. His fingers glided faster into her walls, making them twitch and jerk. He knew that she was close. Smirking around her clit he flicked his tongue over the bud, pushing her closer to the edge..

Katherine gasped, smiling madly. This was it. She was going to cum. Her legs shook, fingers curling inwards, and she let her mouth drop open. Her vaginal walls trembled as she loitered on the edge of pure bliss. But then she felt his fingers quickly pull out, with his mouth now retreating from her wet pussy. Her eyes flew open, and she glared at him as he sat up, licking her moisture from his lips. "Are you not going to finish? Please, I need to finish. I haven't cum yet! Please!"

He casually and mockingly shrugged his shoulders, throwing her a sly grin. "I don't think you really want it!"

Her mouth dropped opened in shock, then a flare of disgust fired up in her. She tugged fiercely on her restraints. "What? I do, I do want it!"

Freddy smiled and climbed off the bed, putting back on his glove and hat. It was a deception, a teasing game he was playing on her. Oh, he had got her to submit. But whenever she would cum, it would be on his terms. Not hers. She screamed and yanked wildly against the bindings. "Don't do this. Please make me cum! Please sir!"

He swirled away from the bed and stalked away towards the door that creaked opened. Her screams of frustration and begging echoed in the room behind him. "Come back, please! Daddy, please come back!"