All Eyes On The Target

Welcome to the freakshow Liane!

(A/N: After a while, I finally decided to write the second chapter! Im also debating whether to write using the bakers drawl considering its kinda difficult to do so. Might be a 50/50 but work with me here, okay 💔)

As she awakes what felt like minutes later, but in reality, it was hours she sat up straight on the couch she was on. Looking around, Liane noticed that she was in some kind of living room.

"What.. the hell? How long have I been out for?" She muttered to herself. As she went to touch her head, the rope she now realized she was tied with around her body was blocking her from doing so. Making her grow more anxious.

She tugs at the rope foolishly, thinking it might just budge before hearing footsteps making their way towards her. She takes in a heavy breath as she hears a very old aggressive southern voice speak.

"Well, ah' heard from ma' wife you needed a bit of help? How about ya furst join us for dinner and I'll see what ah' can do.." The man asked obnoxiously, chuckling to himself.

Liane looks up to see an older man wearing round glasses looking down at her with what could be only described as the most creepiest grin on the earth. She did not like this man, and she had a feeling he wasn't actually gonna help her fix her car.

"Ya do know ya need to answer when spoken to right missy?" The man asked or well, knowing it was probably the old lady's husband now.

"Uh, right, sorry. I'd love to join you for dinner, but I'm not sure how I'd attend if I uh.." Liane went silent, looking at the rope that bound her upper body and one of her legs.

The husband chuckles before pulling Liane up and dragging her towards the dining room, which was beside the living room, them being connected.

He pushed her in the seat next to an even older woman, presumably a grandmother it took a while to realize the grandmother wasn't dead as she blinked, looking at Liane. It brought shivers up her spine as the husband sat across from her.

"So, we are waiting for your wife, I assume?" She nervously laughs, staring at the old man.

"Ah, Marguerite will be here soon. Also, ma son. Lucas." He smiles warmly or well what he would think is warmly but made Liane even more scared knowing there's more of them.

She would have screamed or begged to be let go, but she had a feeling that wasn't a smart idea. So she just sat there anxiously waiting for the others to come. The quicker dinner passes the quicker she could perhaps go home. If that's even an option, however, she doubts it.

After a while, the old lady she saw before, otherwise known as Marguerite, made her way into the dining room. She smiled at Liane before going into the kitchen across the dining table, pulling out what Liane wanted to guess was food from the fridge. As the table had already been set.

However, everything looked disgusting, covered in something dark and disgusting, like some kind of mold. bugs crawling all over it. Making Liane almost throw up in her mouth. As Marguerite walks back to the table, she places down something that Liane couldn't even begin to explain what it is or could be. All of it looked mushed, molded, and again covered in bugs and such. It's not a great sight for sure.

"It's so lovely to finally have somebody over to eat this delicious food with. I had already prepared this for tonight, and it would be lovely to share some good ol' home cooking with an outsider." Marguerite said, smiling sickly at Liane. bugs creeping between her teeth. Creeping Liane the hell out.

If it weren't for the fact she was tied, she would've probably made a run for it. Possibly as quickly as she could run.

Waiting some more now learning, the husband's name is Jack, due to Marguerite speaking to him about something made Liane only wonder where this supposed son of theirs is.