House of Blood

Chapter Eight.

They dragged me off to the other room, the one that I hadn't been inside yet. It was a dimly lit room with a finished hardwood floor. I tried to fight them off of me. They'd taken my switchblade. Paul managed to get a hand in my shirt, holding me down. Dwayne got between my legs, holding them down. David tore my shirt off and started sucking my breasts, leaving hickeys. I blushed, then felt a sharp pain at my neck. Paul had bitten down. I let out a soft moan. Dwayne took that as permission to place my legs over his shoulders and start eating me out. Marko watched, confused as to what he should do. He closed the door. "F-fuck, that's good..~" I whimper. Paul let go of my neck and stepped back for Marko. He got down on his knees. "Go on, Marko. Just don't kill the bitch." David told him. Marko bit slowly, my blood running out into his mouth. I arched my back, Dwayne's nails digging into my thighs as I came. He switched places for David. David was much less gentle with me than Dwayne. Paul took his place and ran his hands over my body, kissing and licking  my sides. Dwayne bit into my other side. I groan, my voice rising in volume as they went. "M-more.." I begged. I heard someone's fly come unzipped. David. He forced into me, grinding his hips into mine. The other two held me down. Marko pulled away, leaving the room. Marko seemed like the only one bothered by this. David pulled out when I came, letting Paul take a turn. I took the chance while they were rearranging to force them off of me and  roll onto my stomach. Paul lifted my waist and gently pushed into me with a groan. "You're even tighter like this..~" He told me. I panted as Dwayne reached down and rubbed my clit. Paul looked down at Dwayne, blushed slightly, then focused on me. David left a moment later. "God, don't stop..~" I breathed as Paul slowed down. He pulled my hair. I came again and Paul left me with Dwayne. He climbed on top of me and kept going. 

30 minutes later, he and I were lying on the floor together, my body aching, the both of us covered in a slight sheen of sweat. David knocked and opened the door. "You good in here?" He asked. "Fine.." Dwayne answered for me. "Well, I gotta put her back in her own bed. So. Get off of her." David picked me up and carried me to my bed, gently putting me down. 

I woke after a few hours of dreamless sleep. I checked the clock. 7 AM, so Michael and Tex would be in the kitchen. Jason would be waking up around 30 minutes later, then everyone would be down by 8. I sighed and sat up. I was still shirtless. Someone knocked. I pulled the blanket up. "Uh, come in..?" I ask. Marko opened the door. "Hey. You alright?" He asked. I nod. "You?" "Yeah, I'm fine.. I should let you change. " He said. "Just wanted to check on you and let you know Hannibal started breakfast, so I don't know if you should trust the bacon he made.." I smile. "Okay, thanks, handsome.." He blushed, turned and left. 

I got into the shower. No one walked in, so I assumed they were busy. I dressed, went upstairs, and got breakfast. Bo was outside fixing his truck, I saw, when I looked out the window. Vincent took a seat next to me, his hair still tangled. Norman was on my other side. Billy and Stu sat across the table, and I guessed the empty chair was where Chucky was. "I can't fucking reach!" His irritated voice said from under the table. Norman coughed, covering a giggle. I smiled. 'What happened to you?' Vincent slipped the note to me. Vampires in the basement." I whisper back. I couldn't see his face behind his mask. Michael had taken off his mask to eat, his hair in his eyes. Jason went out to the garden. Chucky growled from under the table. "Something wrong? You aren't eating." Norman whispered to me. "I have a stomachache.. Got pretty banged up last night." I whisper back. He stares. "From the guy in the car?" He asked. "The vampires in the basement.."  His eyes widen a bit. "Wh-what did they do to you?" "Yknow. Guess." I smile. He gave a confused look, then realized, and blushed. "All three? At the same time?" He looked back at his plate. Vincent had been listening. Brahms came out of the wall long enough to kiss Norman and me on the cheek. Norman blushed even harder. His food had just become very interesting. I pat his shoulder. I finished my food and went to help Bo with his truck. "Hey. How's it going?" I ask. He came out from under the car. He had a smudge of grease on his cheek. "Fine. Did you need somethin'?" He asked. "Uh, I was gonna see if you wanted any help." I reply. "Nah, I got it." He went back under the truck. I watched, then sat down. He got up and tried starting the car. "There we go." He muttered, then turned it off and went inside. Vincent left the room as soon as Bo was inside. I sat with him in the living room on the second floor. "Hey, Vince. Do you want me to brush your hair for you?" I asked. He gave a slight nod, going to his room for his brush. I sat on the couch. He took a seat, his body between my legs. I started brushing out his hair as gently as possible. He took off his mask, as I was having trouble getting around it. I saw his reflection in the TV screen. "That looks painful." I said carefully. He nodded slowly. I finished brushing out the tangles in his hair. He got up on the couch next to me after he put his mask back on.