Insanity Becomes You [Outlast fanfic Eddie Gluskin]

♡ Chapter Nine ♡

"I want a girl just like the girl that married dear old Dad."

I was fluttering in and out of consciousness. Obviously I'd taken a pretty good hit to the head when I fell. All I was aware of was a light hanging from the ceiling that seemed to sway, and the hum of Eddie's familiar, happy tune.

Dear God... please help me.

I could faintly feel a hand, most likely my husband's, trailing down my stomach, before a sharp pain blared to life inside of my hip. My eyes completely opened now, adrenaline shooting up into my veins as my body began to shake from the intense pain. Eddie stood in front of me with a disgusted look on his face. It seemed my being in pain was annoying to him. Jesus Christ.

In his hand he held a sharp knife, which he gripped tightly, and the tip was dipped in my blood. I turned my head, and found that there was a gash in my hip, blood spilling out of it slowly. I let out a horrified scream, my body rocked in an attempt to pull away. But I found that he'd chained me up, my arms hanging up above me with my wrists bound together tightly.

"SIT STILL, WHORE!" He cried out, the back of his hand now connecting with my cheek. It stung, but I was happy he hadn't slashed me with the knife this time. I wasn't sure how much blood I'd actually lost the entire time I'd been here. Between the chunk of flesh missing from my arm, and now a new wound that was branded on my side.

But as I stared at Eddie, who oddly was now my height - bringing it to my attention that I was being strung up off of the ground. Naked. My stomach began to wrench.

He was going to kill me. HE WAS GOING TO FUCKING KILL ME. This was it - I'd completely fucked up now. Why had I run? Why didn't I just stay and be his pet? I could've lived that way, right? Eventually someone would have come for me.

Right?

All of this was for nothing, all of my sweetness towards him, all of my obedience.

I was done for. My death was eminent. I sent up rushed prayers to the God my mother told me of, pleading for my life.

"You ran, whore. Why did you run? Did you run off with another man? YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM! WHORE!" He roared, his knife now slicing right below my breasts. My body racked with pain, cries escaping my lips as he tortured me. "You promised you loved me."

"Eddie, I'm so sorry. So sorry..." I began to whine, tears falling down my cheeks. This as it, my spirit and all of my hope had finally broke. I was completely at this man's mercy. But I had to figure out a way out of this. I had to.

I didn't want to die. Dying wasn't an option. I was going to leave this God forsaken place alive. I would stay clear of any asylums, I would become a school counselor, I wouldn't give therapy to crazy people. Just troubled teens. To help stray them away from becoming PSYCHOTIC, MISOGYNIST, BAT SHIT CRAZY KILLERS.

All be damned - right now, I was going to plead for my life. I would beg. Lie to him. Broken spirit or not, I could do that much.

"Eddie, please. I was just... I wanted to find you, and I got scared... it was so dark..." I began, but he cut me off. His hand shot up to hold my cheeks together to force me into silence. His bloody eyes bored into mine angrily, a snarl rumbled in his throat.

"You are a LIAR. A slut! You told me you would never run again. You promised." The last word seemed to break as his lower lip quivered. I couldn't believe it, but I'd truly actually hurt this man. Albeit the scary ass situation I was in... I had to remember what a fragile mind held inside of his thick head. Love was the only thing he was after, and I only thought of how much I wanted to leave this place, and how much I wanted him to rot. But it was wrong to feel guilty... wasn't it?