A/N: Hey! My name is Jenny and I've been writing original and fanfiction works since roughly the age of eight. I've been trying to get back into it and was intrigued by the lore of Gun Interactive's "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" game. The story of Maria Flores, Johnny, Nancy, Danny, Leland, Ana, and many more original characters along with the movies' iconic characters. I noticed that nobody has written out a story version of the lore (please correct me if I'm wrong) and I wanna do my take on it! Now, some parts of the game's storyline doesn't line up with other things the developers have said or even later implemented in the game. Such was them saying Maria was dead but now we can play as her and possibly survive. This isn't going to be 100% accurate because their own story doesn't line up either. But, I will do my best to follow what I can and fill in blanks that haven't been filled... yet.

This is gonna be a twisted love story triangle. It will take place after the "Petals" mini prequel. Johnny and the family has captured Maria (and Virginia), planning to do God can only imagine to them. This is Maria's story. How she fights to stay alive - even doing unthinkable things that she never pictured herself doing. But it's also a story of twisted and forbidden love. How the hunter falls in love with his prey. How the prey has friends, a sister, and boyfriend willing to fight for her. But the hunter wants her all to himself.

It's gonna get dark and gruesome, obviously. It's based off at least the first movie and game's lore. So please be warned. This story will also jump around in point of views, more specifically; Maria, Danny, Johnny, and Ana. I'm also not the best at Spanish, so I won't be adding many Spanish lines or phrases.

TW's: Violence, strong language, abuse, gore, cheating, Stockholm syndrome, possible SA, cannibalism, death/murder. More will be added with oncoming chapters.

April 9th, 1973

7:15pm

The Family House

Welcome to The Family

MARIA

...

I don't know where I am. Maybe I'm dead? Maybe I was in a coma? Maybe this was all a bad dream. There's a pounding in the side of my head - almost feeling like I was hungover again. Did I drink last night? No, I don't think so. It was a few nights ago when I got drunk with Connie, Leland, and Danny. It was our last night of spring break and we were gonna let loose. Well, most of us. Sonny is religious and doesn't like to drink or party, which is understandable, so he spent that night with his girlfriend - June. Ana and Julie got into a massive fight, which resulted in a few drinks being thrown and Danny kicking them both out of his room. That's when I decided to go back to my room and settle for the night. The mood of the party was over by then and nobody wanted to continue hanging out.

The next morning was when I needed a break - plus focus on my final project. I love my friends, but I needed a breather; a breath of fresh air - literally. I took my truck and drove around in the countryside, blasting music, just trying to get over the dramafest from the night before. My camera in the passenger seat, keeping me company, as the windows were rolled down - causing my once manicured brown wavy hair to fly around rapidly. Finding the beautiful flowers, the sound of my camera clicking, and following the rabbit just like that classic tale. Finding a strange man and-

Oh, it wasn't a dream.

Opening my eyes, I was greeted by a red light shining in my face. I quickly closed my eyes again, the light straining my sight, before slowly opening them again. My arms were tied above my head as the tips of my shoes barely touched the cement floor. My shoe slipped across something wet and I stumbled backwards, the back of my head hitting something sharp as a bunch of items clatter behind me. Looking down, it was various lengths of knives, hand saws, and machete's. One of them scraped the back of my neck, causing a stream of blood to trickle down.

"Fuck!" I cried out as I looked down, seeing a pool of blood beneath me. Is that mine?! Or is it someone else's?! I kicked one of the hand saws away from me before regaining my balance. My white shirt was stained various shades of reds and pinks, my own blood covering me. My blue jeans also have deep shades of red along with my shoes. My hair was damp, also covered in my own blood, sweat, and whatever else that I don't want to imagine. Around me was a wooden table with a few bloody house tools - such as a hammer - and hooks around me. It looked like I was in some slaughter house room mixed with a photography darkroom. Normally, I find comfort in a darkroom as developing photos are second nature to me.

But this?! This is hell.

A metal door opened before it slammed shut a second later. I immediately stopped moving, my head snapping towards the sound. Who is that? Is it that scary guy with the weird face? Maybe the woman with the chilling smile? Maybe the guy who scared me with the rabbit? I took a step back, almost slipping on the blood again, as a pair of loud footsteps made their way towards me. I leaned forward a bit, trying to get a glance of who it was.

It was someone I hadn't seen yet. A very tall man - almost abnormally tall - with a mullet. He wore a red t-shirt with a white long sleeve undershirt along with a leather sleeveless vest. A pair of dark denim jeans and black leather combat boots. He looked like a biker - honestly, someone normal, unlike the other people I've seen living here so far.

"Hey!" I whispered. The man snapped his head in my direction. In his hands was a hammer, the other one was a dirty white rag that he was using to clean it off. He had this cold and rough expression on his face. He shifted his body weight towards me and I took that as a sign to continue; "Where am I?" I whispered again, "Did I do something wrong? Why am I here?"

The man remained quiet - emotionless. He set the rag down as his grip tightened on the hammer - which looked incredibly tiny in his massive hand - as he made his way towards me. I immediately backed up, my back hitting the hooks that once carried the variety of tools I knocked off earlier. The seven foot man towered over me - causing me to raise my head to look up at him. The throbbing in my head and the stinging cut on the back of my neck made it very uncomfortable. By now, I was getting annoyed. Why hasn't he answered any of my questions?

"Do you speak English? ¿Qué pasa con el español? No? Can you say anything at all?!" My raised in aggravation at the end, which made his expression turn more sour. He didn't like that. My eyes widened as he raised his hammer above us, his grip tightening once again. He slammed the hammer onto my right hand which overlapped my left. The steelhead crashed against my knuckles, a sharp pain coursing through my entire hand. I cried out in pain as tears fell from my eyes. I began to squirm to get away, but the rope sliding across my now broken hand made me cry even louder.

"Quiet." The man muttered out, his voice deep and gravely. He strikes down again, hitting the same knuckles. I let out a loud scream before raising one of my legs and kicking him in the knee. The burly man grunted as he ducked over in pain, rubbing the area. I was nowhere near as strong; if anything it probably felt like a cat scratch to him. He began to breathe heavily, his face turning red as the light that shone above us, his anger getting to him. Right as he was about to strike again - this time to my face - a voice yelled from behind him.

"STOP!" A woman screamed. It sounded like an older woman - not the one I ran into hours prior - with a thick southern accent. The burly man stopped mid air as I flinched and looked away, still preparing for impact. The woman's scuffled shoes inched closer as she made her way towards us.

"Is that anyway to treat a guest?!" She sighed out before her hands went above mine, untying the rope from the suspended metal hook. My hands in general were still tied together as she held the excess part of the rope. "Got the poor thing scared - she's gonna lose her appetite for supper."

I opened my eyes, seeing a middle aged woman. Her hair was dark brown and shoulder length with some strands of gray she has tried to cover up. She wore a headband that matched her beige dress and shoes. Finally, she wore a pair of glasses which showed off her eyes, one in which was cloudy - probably blind in it. She gave me a reassuring smile as she patted my shoulder, trying to offer comfort in this messed up situation they've put me into.

"Where am I? Did I do something wrong?" I asked, just wanting to know something.

"Oh, don't you worry your precious heart about that." She smiled before leading me towards the metal door that the larger man and her came through. The seven foot giant was right behind us, breathing down my neck which still dripped with some blood.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as I limped beside her - causing her free arm to go around my waist to hold me up. When I tripped, I must've severely bruised my knee and part of my leg. Her gentle fingertips felt like bullets against my ribcage, one of them was probably broken too.

"To meet the family! I know we had a rude start - thanks to my Johnny. But, don't you worry! You'll fit right in." She beamed as she kept dragging me along. I walked up two of the steps before glancing over my shoulder at the larger man, "Oh him? Don't worry about him either. Uncle Hands just doesn't take too kindly to visitors - most of us don't. But give it some time and I'm sure he will be fond of you."

Hands, as she referred to him, grunted. I don't know what that meant but I just hope it means that he doesn't break anything else on me. As we made it upstairs, she led me through the main hallway where I was greeted very rudely by a few people. The door had several locks. Not just one, but at least three and even a padlock. She led me to the right doorway which held a long dining table. Everyone was there including a few new faces. The disturbing man with what looked like someone else's face on top of his, another older man who looked around the woman's age, the younger woman from yesterday, another young man who was twitching with a large birthmark on his face, a severely older man in a chair, and Johnny - the man who lead me here.

They all seemed... abnormal.

"Ooooh, fresh meat! It's been a while since-"

"Will you shut the hell up?!" The younger woman said to the man with the birthmark. "I'm so tired of hearing you yappin'!"

"Then why don't you run off again?! We don't need you anyways." The birthmarked man replied as he pointed a pocket knife at her.

"Enough!" The older woman groaned out as she led me to a head chair where I'd be facing the entire family. She sat me down before tying my hands to the arms of the chair. The two remained quiet but continued to do childish acts - such as glare and stick their tongues out at each other. Hands stood next to the man with two faces. The other older man stood next to the severely older man in the chair. Johnny, the younger woman, and the birthmark man sat at the table. "Now, this fine young woman is our guest. Thanks to Johnny, we might have a new addition to the family!"

"Aren't you the one who doesn't want Johnny to-"

The man with the birthmark was cut off as the middle aged woman glared at him, sending daggers into his soul. What did he mean? Actually, what does she mean?! I don't want to be part of this family! I want my family, my mama and sister; not whatever the hell this is! Johnny was still as a body of water. His head hung low as his emotionless expression stared at the wooden table, his hands placed on top and crossed over each other. He had a new cut on his arm, which was a result from our scuffle yesterday. The empathetic part of me felt bad - but only for a split second. I can't sympathize with someone who put me into this situation.

"Johnny and... what's your name, sweetheart?" The older woman asked.

"Maria, Maria Flores." I said to her, she seems nicer compared to everyone else. Plus, I'd rather go along with whatever they ask of me instead of having the same fate. I'd rather not have my other hand broken - or even my neck.

"That's a beautiful name." She smiled, "Johnny and Maria shall wed and expect a child - carrying on our bloodline."

"I have a boyfriend." I rushed out, not fully thinking. Everyone went quiet and still as all eyes were on me, "I... I have a boyfriend back home. I need to return to him. I can't be a part of his family - he's the love of my life. Is there anyone else who could-"

"No." The older woman said, her voice stern and no longer comforting. She slammed her fist down on the wooden table which caused me to flinch violently, "You're gonna give me a grandchild! I don't care about no damn boyfriend and you shouldn't either, because you're never gonna see them again!" She glared into my watering eyes as I swallowed hard, not responding to her. I didn't want to argue. I was scared of what could happen. I don't want a kid, though! I'm only twenty-one. I don't want a kid with anyone - not even Danny - at this point in my life. I don't want to cheat either! I would never forgive myself if I slept with someone else and had their child. What if Danny finds me? What if he found out? Would he ever forgive me?

"Good, glad we have an understanding." She smiled, her comforting demeanor coming back. That's terrifying. She's like a light switch - being able to switch back and forth between the harsh treatment and motherly treatment well. I looked over at Johnny whose hands were now clenched in white knuckle grips. His jaw was tightened as he looked up at the older woman, a anger or resentment in his eyes. Did he even want this? Did he want any of this?

"Nancy, it's time." The older man said. Nancy, who's the older woman, nodded before smoothing out her dress.

"I suppose so. Hitchhiker, you know what to do." Nancy commented before taking a step back from me. The older man shuffled into the kitchen behind me as the man with the birthmark - called Hitchhiker - stood up. His arm spasmed in excitement as he flicked his pocket knife open. He walked over to me with a sinister smile and giving out little giggles.

"This is my favorite part! Hold still." Hitchhiker smiled as he came closer with the knife. I felt my heart sink to the floor as I began to fight against my wrist restraints, sharp pain entering my broken hand once more. At that moment, the older man returned with an empty glass vial, screwing the cap off. I fought harder against the restraints as the chair began to move.

"Please, don't do this!" I cried out as Hands walked over to me, holding my forearms in place, making me stop moving as much.

"Hurry up and do it already!" The older man yelled out, clearly getting annoyed by my cries.

"Cook, be patient!" Nancy snapped back. Cook grumbled and threw his hands up in the air before handing the vial to the younger woman from yesterday. She smiled wide before walking over and crouching down beside me. Cook was fed up and left the room, not wanting to be present. I squirmed more and let out a scream, hoping someone outside would hear me. Maybe a stranger? The police? A random dog who finds its owner? Anyone! Hitchhiker smiled wide as he slid the knife over different parts of my body. My arm, cheek, neck, and even breasts.

"So many areas to dig into! I can't just choose one!" He beamed.

"Come on, Nubbins! Grandpa is hungry." The younger girl said.

"Shut it, Sissy!" Hitchhiker, also known as Nubbins, yelled back. Hands wrapped one arm around me, holding my entire torso in place, as his other hand held my head back against the chair. Hitchhiker hovered over me before sliding the knife into my cheek, the blood dripping down my face. The stinging burned as the warm red liquid slid down my face. Sissy placed the vial underneath my jaw as she began to fill it with my blood. Her wide and creepy smile widened as she rushed over to Grandpa and tilted his head back, pouring my blood into his mouth.

What the fuck?!

"Johnny, clean her up." Nancy instructed. Johnny stood up from his chair as he made his way towards me. Hands still had his arm wrapped around my body, his free hand now on the chair instead of my head. Johnny grabbed a rag from his pocket as he made his way over to me. Despite being a bit older than me, I could still see aspects of his baby face. Just like Hands, he had a hard expression on his face. Emotionless. Numb. Second nature at this point. He shook the rag before gently applying it to my cheek. I flinched and moved my head, not wanting to feel the pain nor have him touch me.

"Don't move." He told me. Tears streamed down my face as I continued to look away from him. I can't bear to look him in the eyes. Johnny's rough hand gently grabbed my chin, forcing me to face him. He wasn't rough, just enough to make me actually turn my head towards him. He began to gently dab the cloth to my face, trying to clean up the blood. I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to desperately wake up from this nightmare. He applied some pressure to the wound, holding the cloth there as I trembled in fear.

"Awww, she's scared!" Hitchhiker teased.

"Will you ever shut the fuck up?!" Johnny snapped, glaring at Hitchhiker who began to laugh.

"Are you already defending your wife?"

"I don't want to be his wife!" I yelled out which caused everyone to look at me again. I couldn't hold it back - which I should've. "I have a family already! I have my ma and my sister. I have my boyfriend and friends. I'm in college! I have a whole life and I don't want it to involve any of you." The family grew quiet as they exchanged looks between each other. Everyone but Johnny who kept the cloth against my face, swiping it against my skin to clean up any excess blood. Nancy walked over to me and leaned forward, getting close to my face. Her bad eye somehow looked deeply into my soul.

"Now listen here you spoiled brat." Nancy started with venom in her voice, "You're gonna do what we tell you. You're part of this family now whether you like it or not, missy. Now, you can either accept the fact and give me my damn grandchild or you're gonna end up like the rest."

I hesitated, "The rest?"

The man with two faces moved out of the way to expose a pile of bones. Realization hit as I looked around on the floor, tiny pieces of bones all over the place. Even bones were hung up as windchime like decor. I was too focused on everyone to fully see my surroundings. I began to scream louder as I moved around in my chair, pulling at my restraints harder than before. Hands grip tightened as he struggled against me. My head hit against Johnny's who let out a loud yell, him throwing the rag down on the floor and raising his fist in the air, ready to hit me. But at that moment, the grandpa went off. A loud raspy groan echoed throughout the room as he used his strength to make noise. Johnny stopped, inches away from my face, taking in the sound from grandpa.

"Grandpa is right, she's family now. We don't hurt our family." Sissy said. They can understand him?!

"Yeah, right." Johnny muttered sarcastically to himself before lowering his fist. Nancy heard and looked over at Johnny, a flash of sadness over her face before it turned to anger. Whatever he was referencing got under her skin.

"Why don't you go show your fiancé her new living quarters?" Nancy suggested it to Johnny. Johnny rolled his eyes before untying my restraints before tying my hands back together. I stood up as he began to drag me by the rope into the other room. I tried to look around for another exit, but I currently couldn't find one. Maybe I could jump through the window? No, that's stupid. I'm already injured enough. Johnny led me down the same hallway and back into the basement. We went through many rooms and tunnels before leading me into a specific room. It had an old rusted metal frame, dirty mattress, ratty blanket, and stained pillow. A bucket was in the corner of the room which I assumed was a makeshift toilet.

Home sweet home.

There was a lamp which was decorated with bones too. I'm just going to pretend it's an animal. Maybe a cow? A bear? Hands seem like the type who would take on a bear. Maybe it's a mix of animals. I can only hope and pretend. Johnny untied my hands before rubbing the back of his neck. I kept my head low, my good hand holding my broken one, as I tried to keep my distance and peace.

"There's rules you need to follow." Johnny started, "You're not allowed to leave this room unless escorted. You must feed Grandpa. You must listen to what my mama or I say. Don't make fun of Leatherface, he and the rest of the family gets really angry."

"Why are you telling me this?" I glared up at him, "Actually, why should I trust you?!" Johnny stared back into my eyes for a moment, anger filling his gaze. My own softened as I immediately regretted opening my mouth.

"You know what?" Johnny sighed out, "Figure it out yourself."

With that he opened the door before locking it behind him. I swallowed hard before closing my eyes tightly. I'm so stupid! If I mess up once, it's game over. I should've let him finish. Walking over to the door, I jiggled the door knob. Locked, obviously. I have nowhere to go. My friends and family don't know where I'm at. Have they noticed I'm gone yet? Is this going to be the rest of my life?! I walked over and sat on the mattress as I began to cry. I know I need to stay strong, but I can't at this moment. I'm in so much pain. I'm scared of what's to come. I just want to see my sister. I need to make it out alive... but how? I'm stuck in a torture dungeon of a basement with billions of locks. Plus so many people watching my every move. The possibility of dying is higher than escaping.

Hell looks like a vacation compared to this place.