"You're my....Little Nancy..." Hot tounge burned cold flesh, Nancy bit back a scared whimper, Freddy had her pinned against the Badham pre-school, her breathing uneven, erratic to an uneasy degree. Hoolbrook feared he'd try and rape her, leaving her bleeding and bruised, left to suffer in the snow. But, Freddy's touch, even though rough, carried an aura of tenderness, and a creepy one at that. Nancy moaned angrily between gritted teeth. "I set an alarm.....!" Her cocky-ish tone made him do nothing but chuckle, his heavy breaths blew on her cheeks, hot with sick arousel.
"Yes, you did....In you'r dream....!" Freddy taunted beneath his fore-play. His hand at her side, brushing her hips, Nancy shuddered to his actions and partly from the cold. She wanted him gone from her sight, from her mind, from exsistince. She wanted everything but this, she wanted her friends, family.....Quentin. She wanted to see him right now instead of the burned, and scarred mug of Freddy Kruger. His face made her sick, she hated his slanted, sunken-inward eyes, one coloroured a foggy Grey, the other a bloodied, rich Red/Crimsony color. It scared her just staring into them, it was like staring into the depths of Hell itself.....
Freddy chuckled, sniffing her hair, shuddering in sick glee. He mumbled something into her ear, she turned away, holding back her whines as she felt naked finger's press up aginst her clothed core, she jumped to the sudden movement, fighting back a sudden whine of what some would consider pleasure, but Nancy just thought it was her binded fear caused by the assulting Dream Freak before her.
Nancy tilted her head back, her trembeling lip's failing to contain her next shy whine. She jumped the the cold blades on her back, treading lightly up her spine, causing her to shake. She felt hot lip's at her partily exposed chest, she turned away in absolute disgust to his burned, bubbled tounge tasting her untouched flesh, feeling it shudder lightly with a tiny moan from his throat. Nancy gripped Fred's sweater, eager to rip him off her body, and shove him away from her. But her strength alone wouldnt be able to move him away.
"Nancy.....My Little...little Nance...." She heard him moan through a kiss or two, his tounge attacking her collerbone with sweet, tender lick's and lip's sucking hard enough to leave sore bruises. Holbrook gripped his arm as a finger slide between her legs, teasingly rubbing her swollen core through worn, blue jeans, Nancy threw her head back, fighting her fear-filled cries. Freddy grinned, eyeing her as he failed to do so. "Hmmm....." He moaned into her neck, his teeth nibbling at her jugular, his tounge scraping her skin, his hand's.....touching her in devious way that made her tremble with a feared urge for more. Nancy whined against the assault, wriggling under his twisting finger's on her heat, she fought back tiny moan's of pain, pleasure, and fear. Freddy continued to "pleasure" her through her jean's, quicking and slowling his finger's at an agonizingly hurtful pace, it made her want to scream, cry, and beg, but she wasn't a whore. She was clean, quiet, and self-centered (most of the time, but not always).
She wouldnt have, not in her entire life, even dreamed of letting this twisted, sick pedophiligec fuck rape her at the healthy age of 19, not in her life-time, and not ever. Nancy, carefully eyeing Freddy's gleaming blade's, winced in disgust to his tounge playing on her neck, the utter feeling of that burned, twitching, muscle on her skin, it made her want to grab a peice of glass and slice it, from the root, out of his mouth in hopes to leave him choking on his own blood......
Freddy nearly laughed to see his squirming, terrified Little Nancy pinned between a white, wooden wall and himself, it made his body oddily ache for her flesh in his hand's. Nancy stared at him, scared, breath's shaking through her trembeling lip's, Freddy leaned in, flicking his tounge over her mouth gently, Nancy jumped a bit to action, pulling her head back to avoid any more tounge-flicking from him, he won't be getting a kiss from her unless it ends in his tounge getting bitten off. It disgusted her to be touched by his hand's in such a crude way, it made her feel...."icky", for a lack of a better term. Nancy shivered from the feeling his tounge gave her, it felt dry and rough, yet wet and hot, it made her stomach punch her gut. Every chuckle he gave made her feel more and scared, which meant more fuel to the fire, giving Freddy more power over Nancy. Freddy then backed away, grinning darkley, Nancy saw a faint look in his eye's, almost he was in a shy, yet outwordly, demonic-like daze. His touches where more soft, more gentle like he was handeling glass. Every stroke was gentle when he used his bladed hand, it was soft, slow and oddily nice to her skin. That was then, Nancy was forced to obey what her mind told her, wraping her arm's and locking her lip's around to the only support she had in front of her, the only support that will prevent her from falling apart
Wake me up.....The thought slowly ebbed off her mind, as the snow swirled around them, in a passionate, yet nightmare-like blizzard. Ice burning, sweat freezing, the snow melts around them.
The real Nightmare finnaly begin's......
