House of Blood

Chapter Three.

'...Wonder why he's so pissed off.' I thought. I stayed away from the Sawyers as much as I could. Someone came outside with a plate of food. Tex. I looked at the food. It was meat, I could tell, but I didn't wanna eat it. The kind of meat was unknown, but I could guess. I pushed it away, standing and stretching. I had been sitting there for around an hour, staring off into space. Then I ran off into the forest for a while, foraging for edible food. If I brought back a deer or something, I could eat that instead. I stuck with some blackberries and some other plants I knew I could eat. I heard someone close behind me. I turn fast, knives coming out of their sheathes in an attack position. It was Jason. I sigh. "Jason, please don't sneak up on me like that. What's up?" I say. He held out his hand, asking me to follow him. I smile, took his hand. he led me back to the house, Michael nodded to me and Jason followed me inside staying close to my side to make me feel safe. Alfredo watched my ass waiting for a chance to get at me. Lucky for him, he wouldn't get a chance. he touched his bandaged leg, glared at me and looked away. I felt his eyes return to my backside after I looked away. 

Hannibal had stayed behind with Norman to take care of Brahms.

So two people with sense were at the Sawyer family house. That would be Jason and Michael. I still didn't feel exactly safe, but at least I knew they would try to stop anyone who came after me. I had a camp set up in a tree because I was not sleeping anywhere in the same house as Alfredo Sawyer. It was getting dark, so I snuck away from Jason near the door. I ran out into the dark, ducking into tall grass, keeping an eye out for snakes. it didn't look like anyone was watching, but I was still going to be careful as possible. I saw someone standing out on the porch. Michael? I sneak up the back of the tree, hiding high up in the leaves. I tied myself down with a rope so I wouldn't fall. It was warm enough I didn't need a blanket. I woke up around 8, but stayed in the tree because someone was under the tree, making a bunch of noise.

When I finally came down from the tree, Michael was signing something to Jason, finally threw up his hands and walked back over. I came down and jumped on him, giggling. He grabbed me by the shoulder and carried me off. "Michea-a-all! Put me down!" I said , trying to slip off his shoulder, failing and resorting to biting. He paused when I gently pulled at the skin of his neck, his mask bearing no emotion. 

I felt his hand up my skirt. "Michael...? What are you-" I started. He carried me deeper into the forest, still rubbing my clit gently. He stopped and put me down next to a stream.

"Michael.." I whisper. He gave a low chuckle, unzipping his jumpsuit. He wore a grey shirt, and jeans. The fly of the jeans came down and he held me against a nearby tree. "S-someone might see..." I said, quietly. "Shh..."He hissed, holding my waist. I felt him slide into me,growling with pleasure. I put my head on his shoulder , moaning quietly into his ear. 

"Good girl..." He growled, voice rough and scratchy from years of unuse. I came, my nails digging into his back. I felt his hand up my shirt, massaging my breast. "Ah..~ M-Michael..~" I whimper. He put me down on the ground, neither of us finished. He made me come back to the house. He had zipped his jumpsuit up only to his waist. His t-shirt showed his biceps.

He signed something to Jason and pushed me forwards, not too rough, but hard enough to make me stumble a little. Jason hugged me, crushing my ribs. Stu came outside, complaining about how hot it was outside. Billy was telling him it wasn't that hot. I sighed. "I should go make sure Freddy isn't making too much trouble- Hang on." I said, pausing when I got a call.

Unknown Caller

"Kieran. A few people showed up today. There was a possessed doll that came in. And this tall guy with black hair. Wax mask. And a trucker dude." It was Hannibal. 

"LET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKIN' CAGE OR I WILL STAB YOUR ANKLES YOU BITCH" A man yelled. "That would be Chucky. And the tall one with the mask is Vincent Sinclair.. Trucker Boy is Bo Sinclair. They're brothers." I reply. "Okay. Thank you." Hannibal replied. More angry yelling from Chucky. " I had to put the possessed doll in a dog cage. He was being very violent." The phone disconnected.

I giggle and walk inside, saving Hannibal's number to my phone. I felt a calloused hand over my mouth, someone dragging me aside, up the stairs. Alfredo's voice spoke to me, I want paying attention to what he was saying. I was trying to figure out how to get to my knives with my hands held behind my back. A door closed behind me. I went limp. "Impossible bitch." Alfredo complained. I bit his hand. He moved it, continuing to call me a whole and a slut. I growled, kicked him in the stomach and forced his hand off of mine. I went for my knives and held them in a ready position. "Come on, shithead. Try me." I hissed, backing up to the door. He didn't try to stop me. I opened the door and Michael put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him. He slammed the door on Alfredo's face.

"Don't let him..."Michael growled into my ear. I bit my lip. he led me into his guest room, throwing me on the bed. "You're mine.." He told me, whispered deep and rough in my ear as he removed my shirt. He took his jumpsuit off and dropped it on the floor next to the bed. His fly came unzipped, my legs went up over his shoulders, he rammed into me, making me moan and whimper as he pleasured me. He gave an occasional growl, his mask still not coming off. I touch the edge, trying to remove it. He grabbed my hand, slowly shaking his head. I looked up at him, he still held my wrist. 

After a couple hours, he finally let me up, coming on my chest. I wiped it off with my fingers and licked it up.