Insanity Becomes You [Outlast fanfic Eddie Gluskin]

♡ Chapter ten ♡

I shifted slightly, and my eyes fluttered open gently as I let out a soft groan. God, where in the hell was I now? I must've passed out against Eddie after we had... I cringed away at the memory that was still a tad fuzzy in my mind.

I was no longer tied up on the medical table, but was laying down on something soft. A bed? I shifted again, feeling something hard beneath me - most likely the floor. I figured I must be laying on cushions, or fabric all piled together. Had Eddie put me here?

As I slowly woke myself a little bit more, it dawned on me that I was not alone. My deranged husband laid next to me, his arms tangled around me protectively , with my back pressed up against the wall. I was trapped in his arms, with no way out.

I sighed, and shifted slightly, while I rubbed my tired eyes. I wondered again how long I'd been trapped here at the asylum. It seemed like days, and not hours. I saw Eddie had placed my glasses within my view, and I carefully pulled them on so that I would not disturb him. I wanted to enjoy this tiny bit of peace and quiet the best that I could.

I looked up at Eddie, who was fast asleep, and from the dim light in the room I could make out how relaxed his mutilated face was. I couldn't help but lay there and study him; I carefully examined each and every burn, cut, every single wound that flawed what used to be his beautiful face. I faintly remembered how lovely this man looked before they took him down below...

Down below...

I closed my eyes tightly, and the events of the past eleven hours finally sank in. It began with almost being eaten by a monstrous cannibal man that my own boss set loose on me. Thusly being chased by him and then a giant man that called me a piggy...and then captured by a man whose ideas of love were far too sick for me to stomach...

Yet, you managed... even let him fuck you.

Where was this voice even coming from now? Inner monologue conversations were not my thing. I quietly told it to shut the hell up, as it was doing absolutely nothing for my already shattered nerves. I was not a woman who would let anything break me. And it seemed as if this voice was trying to do exactly that.

Do you think I had any other choice? Because I sure as hell didn't.

I had no choice but to let him fuck me, I didn't want to die any time soon.

And perhaps by letting him have his way with me, maybe he would help me escape from this dreadful place... maybe I could actually get him some real help instead of being locked up in this piss poor excuse of a mental institution.

Funny... I don't think you will last long enough to even make it out of here, especially with your handsome new arm candy. Unless you mind your mouth, and you don't try to run away from him.

I sneered at the voice in my head, but I reluctantly realize that it was right.

There was no doubt now that I had to behave myself, until I was in the perfect position to do otherwise. I would have to be compliant with my captor, so that I could avoid him stringing me up and leaving me to rot. I'd already seen what his anger was capable of, the stinging in my side from where he sliced me open was enough proof of that. My hand dipped down to place a hand on my hip. I found I was no longer naked, but instead had been wrapped up in Eddie's shirt, and that he had bandaged up every cut on my aching body.

I was slightly touched by the fact that he'd given me his shirt to keep me warm. I looked up again at my new husband, who slept silently.

Eddie was beyond a doubt a very abusive man before coming to Mount Massive, I know that the Engine probably screwed him a little tighter, but I doubt that these traits just form on their own. It lead me to wonder if he'd been a serial killer, if he had only mangled up men like I'd seen, or if he'd mutilated women and raped them if they weren't obedient to all of his whims.