Silent Bride|| Outlast

Chapter 4: bride-to-be

Bad luck my ass.
I look around me, the handcuff makes soft sounds and jingle as I try to get out of the doors.
"Darling.." his voice now close behind me. A hand on my shoulder. A cold shiver rolls down my entire body.
I slowly turn around and throw a fake smile at him.
Happy now?
He stares at me. I stare back up at him, crossing my arms.

You're old and weird and you gotta go!
I raise my eyebrows and look down, then suddenly he stabs a knife next to my head into the wall.
"You whore... you all never listen!!" And there he was. The insane side of Eddie Gluskin. I turn my head and look at the knife, dripping with blood. Fresh blood from something that just had happened.
"You sluts never listen! Never care! Never..."
Ok! Sorry!

I hold my hands up and make a sign for him to calm down.
His breathing was heavy, and he stared into my eyes.
Please just calm down..
I shrink down slowly as he leans over me. The little blood vessels that had popped in his eyes, made him look scarier from upclose. The blisters on his face due to the engine looks bad. I could even see every pore he has that's how close he got.

"You are a whore that obeys her husband..." he whispers and I nod scared. "Good... good.. we'll be beautiful... I promise..." his hand moves to my cheek. The toughness of the scuffs in his hands feels like sandpaper on my skin. "Soft... not vulgar..." I looks down. "Maybe... you are perfect"
I shake from fear.
"I know you're lonely like I am... Don't you want love? A family? Someone to take care of you?"
No... I don't...
I shake my head and close my eyes. A tear rolls down. He takes his finger and wipes it away.
"You don't have to be alone anymore.
You could make me whole. I could fill that emptiness inside of you."

Gluskin appears so nice, loving. But the knife was still almost in my skull. "You know and... You don't have to hide from me! I only want to help"
I didn't know what do think nor trying to get his trust.
I nod just accept it now. I would find another moment to maybe escape.
"Good...lets... clean this up..." he yanks the knife away and points at the wound on my wrist. I nod and he painfully grabs it too harsh. I hiss and whimper.
"You haven't said much darling.... did I frighten you so much... I didn't mean too"
No you don't understand! I roll my eyes and point at my mouth. Then just look around for something.
Paper...
I try to symbolize it. He doesn't seem to understand and slowly snaps back.
"You just won't talk to me will you?!" He storms up to me and I shrink together again.
No!
I hold my hands up, shaking in fear of him doing something to me.

He snaps back and slows down. "I'm sorry darling..." his eyes slowed some emotion. How badly did I wanna tell him what was going on, I couldn't.
He walks away and I get up again. Looking for something to stop the bleeding. The old jumpsuit I was wearing laid there, i speedwalk over and grab the fabric. Stepping on it, then biting in it. I lost feeling in my arm now. Half paralyzed I rip off the fabric in a long piece to wrap it around my wrist.

Trying to wrap it around, Eddie walks by, dragging a heavy mutilated man behind him. His testicles were removed and fake breasts sown onto the skin.
Oh god...
I get nauseous looking at it. Eddie was humming a song.

"When I was a boy my mother often said to me, get married, son and see how happy you will be. I have looked all over, but no girlie can I find, who seems to be just like the little girl I have in mind. I will have to look around until the right one I have found... I want a girl... just like the girl... that married dear ol' dad"

What was his medical record and what happened to him....
I wonder while finishing wrapping the cloth around my wrist. I had to find out.. carefully. His documents were probably on the other side of the asylum. So that wasn't going to work...
Asking him is an option but I don't think he's willing to trust me with that story.

20 minutes go by and it's really quiet... too quiet. I slowly get to the mannequins and hide behind them. Snooping at him, I can see him cutting into a decomposing body. I gag and hold a hand on my mouth and turn around as he hears it. He huffs and the mushing sounds continue.

"AAAAAH NO! PLEASE DONT!"
"Shut your mouth WHORE!" In the distance the screaming got worse. I hid under the sewing table. Gluskin has been busy with his "alternative brides" for like 3 hours now.
I hug my knees and the sun is starting to rise trough the windows. Shining into the sewing workshop, everything looked a bit better. Even though the blood was dripping off the walls.
Gluskin was a charming murder machine and I am his bride-to-be.