Insanity Becomes You [Outlast fanfic Eddie Gluskin]

♡ Chapter fourteen ♡

"You know you have such beautiful skin, darling. So soft, and so enticing..." Eddie's voice trailed off next to me, as he pulled me tighter into the snug embrace of his strong arms. I was doing everything I could to not just pull away from his grasp, or cringe. I had to make sure everything appeared normal. It wasn't that I didn't want to be held... My entire body ached from the beating I had took for the past day, the cuts on my body stung, and the bruises that littered my chest and stomach were already darkening.

He peered down at me, with curiosity in his eyes. "Is something bothering you?"

"N-no, I'm just... very tired." I gave him a small smile. In truth, I was exhausted. We had not slept at all since we'd made our way back up to my little home. Eddie had done everything he could to be properly stuck up my ass the whole time. He asked me questions about my life before coming here, and told me small stories of his own.

Eddie spoke quietly of what he could remember of his life before the asylum, he told me he remembered being quite dedicated to a flower shop. In his spare time, he sowed clothes for extra cash, and made gowns he thought would be lovely on eligible ladies that caught his eye... before he tore them, the women, to shreds when they rejected him. But he didn't actually say that.

"Eddie... don't get mad at me," I had begun after he'd told his story, "But... why did you do it? Why did you mutilate those women?" I was praying that I had caught my horrific husband on a good note, where his mind was clearer than usual.

"I remember being angry with them. I remember trying to be as gentlemanly as possible... and something would go wrong. I'm no perfect man, darling. I never have been." I was happy to see that his mind was thinking clearly and compliant with my questions. "My father used to be very harsh with my mother and I. It was more than just discipline..."

At the time, I couldn't help but look at him with sympathy, instead of judgement. Whatever Eddie had gone through was extreme trauma, and had only been amplified by what the Murkoff Corporation was doing in this messed up place.

I didn't ask him any more questions after that, afraid that he would snap right back to the angry Eddie and start shouting at me how he needed no help, and remind me what an ungrateful whore I was to him.

But now, wrapped in his arms, I was at war with my head and my heart. Almost all of me wanted nothing more than to lay here and let his affection dissolve into my skin and make me his. But the rest of me was not as content with that as the other... it was telling me it was time to make a move.

Fight or flight.

I was too tired to act upon any of it, though. Besides the story telling, and the back and forth questions about our past, Eddie had made good on his promise of Christening every single room of my little home.

I was completely spent, and eventually closed my eyes as I leaned into Eddie.

"Wake up, darling."

My eyes fluttered slowly open to find Eddie standing in front of the bed, adjusting his bow tie and putting his shoes on.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, and I could see the worry on his disfigured face.

"Somebody is here, I need you to hide. It better not be someone coming here to fetch you, you little slut. I'll kill you both." Eddie finished tidying himself and walked over to one of my dressers, where apparently he'd been keeping a knife on top of it. Panic shot through my body as I realized he was either being truthful about there being another variant skulking around, or perhaps it was time to end my life.

I paid no mind to his threats as I scrambled out of the bed, and put on a pair of shoes as I quickly paced over to him. "I'm not hiding anywhere, Eddie. What if something happens to you?" I placed my hand on his arm as I looked up at him. I hoped that he wouldn't take a swing at me with that pointy object.