The House Of Darkness

The Waking Nightmare

In truth, man and his ability and penchant for cruelty is what makes us truly monsters.

The smell of stale hay and the itch that accompanied it irritated Lola's nose and skin.
Sounds of misery, soft and soul-shattering drifted through the shaft of moonlight that brought a little light across her legs...

Her bound legs.

Lola tried to sit up, her hands were bound together as though as her bare feet were.
She gasped with pain as the pins and needles that came with inactivity lanced through her fingers.

She wriggled them, trying to get the blood flow back to her aching digits.
She heard voices, the door opening. She lay back down in the hay, closing her eyes and feigning sleep as the masculine voices approached the stall in which she was laying.

"This one Hank?" An excited voice asked. "I really, really like this one. She's pretty."

"That she is, Beaufort. But we'll see how it goes with the rest of them." The voice of Hank made her want to shiver, but she forced herself to lsy still, keeping up the appearance of sleep.

Lola heard shuffling and grunting, she cracked an eyelid open and caught sought of the two men carrying something out of the barn. A pale arm flopped into view. They were carrying one of her traveling companions to God knew where.

She waited until the barn was quiet again and then looked at her bound hands.

Something told her she had to get the hell out of there.

Shrill screams coming from outside the barn roused her from her attempts to undo the hard knot at her wrists. Her jaw hurt from the gnawing motions that she'd attempted to chew the knot through with.

She got to her knees as the violent screams continued until they died down, leaving the barn eerily silent but for a sick, wet thumping sound, muffled by the heavy wooden doors of the barn.

The doors were pushed open and she was caught by Hank, her teeth set against the tough, thick rope around her wrists.

"Well swetheart, nice to see you're finally awake." He said with a smile.
He unlatched the stall and entered the confined space. She scrambled back, pushing with bound feet to put distance between her and the menacing strides of Hank as he gained on her.

She grunted as her back hit the wall of the barn, the smirk on Hank's face was nauseating and she looked up at him pleading with her eyes.

"Let me go, please let me go, Ihaven't done anything, I won't tell anyone... I just want to find my parents!" She said, breaking down in great heaving sobs, with her eyes closed and her body curled up in a sitting position

She felt him brush a lock of hair away from her face.

"Shh now, I'm going to do something for you that I don't do for those others. I'm going to give you a choice."

Lola's breath hitched as another sob broke out. She opened her eyes, forcing herself to calm, hiccups of sobs escaping her lips as tears trickled down her reddened cheeks.

"Now you get a choice, you can come up to the main house in leg irons so you don't go running, keep it tidy keep me and mine fed, and... satisfied..." he said the last with such obvious lust that she did indeed shiver in fear. He smiled at seeing this.

"Or you can join the others in the shed, and never see another day." He smiled again, reaching up to caress her cheek. She fliched at his touch.

"So, service or death sweetheart?" He said, giving her the options.

If she served, she could easily bide her time, enduring whatever he forced onto her. She could survive option A. Option B she had no hope of survival.

"Service." She whispered.

"What was that, princess?" He asked her, putting his hand to his ear.

"Service... sir."

"Better, I prefer 'Master' though, especially since you're now mine."
He said as he grabbed her by the arms and hauled her to her feet.

He grunted as he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, carrying her out of the barn and into the early light of dawn shone over the little farmhoise, bathing it in golden light.

Hank carried her through the house and down to the cellar. He deposited her onto an old foam mattress, taking out a pocket knife and slicing the bindings at her feet.

Lola sighed with relief, reaching down to rub at her numb feet,Hank watched with unhidden desire as he gathered up a few things from a table nearby.

He lifted a dress with blue roses to his nose and inhaled the scent that the material held, moaning softly and rolling his eyes as if it was bliss that he inhaled.

Lola watched him curiously.

"Get undressed." He said, cutting the ropes from her hands. He pulled out a handgun from the back of his pants and held it casually. Lola wasn't going to take any chances, not now that he'd shown her the gun.

He picked up a sponge and a bucket of water.

"Naked." He ordered her, seeing that she'd stripped down to ger underwear. She lowered her head and pulled her bra and panties down from her body, tying to cover herself with hands and arms strategically placed across her intimate areas.

Hank put aside the gun and the dress he held and grabbed the sponge and water. He dipped the sponge into the cold water and pressed it over her shoulder, groaning lustfully as rivulets of water trickled down over her breasts. He washed her body, then made her towel herself dry with a threadbare towel.

"Put this on and bend over the table." He said, tossing the dress at her.

Lola caught it, and hurriedly pulled the garment on. A feminine scent surrounded her, another woman owned this dress. She positioned herself as instructed, trying to put her mind elsewhere as Hank inhaled the scent of the dress against her body.
"Just like my wife..." he groaned before he thrust up inside her.