Chainsaw

Chapter 11 Wrathful

(Kay's POV)

Hours later I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in. Curled up in the behemoth's lap while tightly clutching on to his shirt. His gaze was fixed on the television across from us that filled the soundless void. However, I could tell his mind was elsewhere. He absentmindedly stroked my tangled, bloody hair with his rough hands, occasionally catching a hair with the callouses on his palm. I didn't mind though. I knew his lap was the safest place in this hell house. Even if Chop Top or Hoyt was right across the room, I'd be safe.

Hoyt's voice was barely audible through the noise of the tv. He wasn't able to make it up the basement stairs, but he could still scream profanities. He pleaded for help from his mama or brothers, but received none. Saying Luda was furious would be an understatement. She said even though they were killers, she never raised her boys to defile women the way he did. Monty and Drayton were still outside with Chop Top, yelling and screaming at him for having a part in this. If I wasn't sore all over or still in shock, I'd march out there and give him a piece of my mind. But, I was still scared. This time it was a lot different than when Thomas had his way with me. Even if he was forcing his way, at least he was as gentle as a man his size possibly could be.
But Hoyt? He got off on seeing me in tremendous pain. Seeing the blood pour down my legs was euphoria to him. My pleas to stop was simply music to his sadistic ears.

The brisk air bit at my exposed skin, sending a wave of goosebumps up my arms. If even possible, I snuggled further into Thomas's chest, relishing in the warmth he gave off. Noticing this, he pulled a blanket down from the top of the couch and draped it over me, tightly wrapping it around my shoulders to keep the warmth in.

"Oh, thank the lord you're here!" Luda exclaimed from the other room. Both Thomas and I craned our necks to see who she was addressing. Eugenia stepped through the door with her large medical bag in her hand. She took off her scarf and jacket, and handed them over to Luda.
"My apologies for being late. When you called I was down in Shiner." She said.
"That's alright, dear. We know you're a workin' woman."

Luda directed the doctor into the living room. The two ladies entered, tragic smiles plastered on their faces.

"How're ya feelin' sweetheart?" Eugenia asked, stepping closer to us.

"Like a bucket of dog shit." I hissed out, my throat still soar from loud pleads.
"Katherine, language." Luda lightly scolded.
"Oh, my apologies. Like a tub of dog shit." Sarcasm mixed with hate dripped from my hoarse voice. Luda rolled her eyes while Eugenia loudly laughed.

"Thomas, dear, can you take Kay upstairs? It would be easier to examine her if she was on a bed." She smiled down at the brute. He grunted, nodding his head. He gripped my form a little tighter, then picked me up. He took no extra time in carrying me up the stairs and to our shared bedroom.

He gently placed me down at the head of the bed, propping pillows behind me to sit up. After he thought I was comfortable enough, he went into the connected bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth. He carefully wiped away the dried blood from my face, neck, and chest. He attempted to work out the knots of hair that had dried blood caked into it.

Eventually, the doctor and the Grandma-to-be came upstairs. Eugenia pulled the old rocking chair from the corner to the end of the bed and placed her medical bag on the floor between her feet.

"Lay on your back hun." She instructed, pulling on a pair of blue latex gloves. Thomas helped me scooch further down the bed.

The doctor bent my legs and spread them as far apart as they could go. She had me pull my dress up to my stomach so the fabric wouldn't get in the way. I covered my eyes with my arms, feeling totally, and completely exposed. My heart rate rose from the embarrassment. Even if there was nothing to be embarrassed about.