CRAZY IN KILLER HANDS

TW. He's home.

He pushed her over the couch, hand still tightly wrapped deeply in her hair. Her face was pressed against the cushion, her breathing labored and stressed. He pushed her dress up, and before she could ever say anything he rammed his large hard member into her pussy. She moaned out both in lust and fear something she couldn't quite control. As he finished inside her. Her body betrayed her sending orgasm after orgasm her way with no way of stopping. Once he pumped in a second load, she was dragged and thrown into a padded room off the beaten path somewhere in the house. She scrambled for the door but found it locked. Crying into the padding, she soon fell asleep as a gas filled the room.

Two hours later, she woke up to him shaking her awake in the bed she had woken up in originally. "Fable, hey, you ok? You were crying in your sleep. I thought I should wake you up." He charmed softly to her sleepy self. Crying? She scratched her head and yawned as she sat up. Memories flooded back to her. She looked up at him in terror. "YOU! YOU STAY AWAY!" She screamed in horror. He looked at her in shock, "Are you having your hallucinations again, love?" He cooed to her in a whisper.

Love? Hallucinations? It was...plausible, she thought to herself in concern for reality. "Why are you calling me love?" She inquired, watching his face for clues. It all felt so real. She could recall it all in grand detail.

He smiled at her sweetly. "What else would I call my girlfriend? Did you forget again? The doctor warned you this could happen, but you said that you wanted to be with me more than anything else in your life. You're a real sweetheart, you know." None of what he was saying was adding up, but the more she focused on that, the more her brain made her forget about earlier. Surely he's got her trapped here she thought to herself. Some of this has to be true.

She got up suddenly out of bed and as she started to walk away he grabbed her arm tightly. "Where are you going, my love?" He tensed. She looked at him scared, and her heart started racing. "I'm going ho-ome." She managed to say calmly enough. He yanked her to the living room, and sitting there was a group of men and women. A party was being hosted here.

"This house is your home, Fable. And you better stay close to me at all times during this party. My friends here are willing to get more than just handsy with you." He whispered sinister in her ear. "Hello everyone, this is Fable! My girlfriend!" He yelled to them.

"What happened to Samantha?" One called out. "Yeah! Or Denise?" Called out another. "All cheating whores is my guess!" Called out another. Fables blood ran cold at the idea that these other "girlfriends" were no longer alive. She distanced herself from him only to teeter right back to him after one of the men grabbed her butt through her dress. She clung to his arm tightly like a lifeline, unsure if these men would be worse than him.

This was going to be a long night, she thought to herself, distressed.