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You don't know how you ended up here. It was just supposed to be a fun road trip with a bunch of college kids you barely knew. They were coming to get drunk and high, but you were more interested in the haunted locations. Texas seemed to be littered in them, and you were a very amateur ghost hunter that was going to explore them. So what if your only expertise were the newspaper articles you read? That was as good as nothing! But, all of that aside, you didn't exactly expect your fun trip to come to a radical halt by a spike in the road.
Luckily, there was a Sheriff who offered you a ride back to his place so you could call someone to get it fixed. Well, it should would have been lucky if the moment you got inside, you weren’t ambushed. You remember watching in a panic as the men in your group went down with loud thuds, and the girls screamed in terror at the large masked man who appeared.
Thinking back on it now, you figured you should have at least screamed too. But instead, your genius response to this looming man was, “Well hey there, handsome.” Maybe it was the shock? Was being horny a rational response to fear? You didn’t think it was. Sure didn’t stop you though.
It seemed to have done you a little good though, as he was much less rough with you during your travels to the basement. You were strung up on a meat hook by the straps of your overalls, causing you to hover in the air helplessly.
You heard the screams, the wet squelching sounds, the smell of iron and death invading your senses. You closed your eyes, waiting for your turn. You were sure your flirting only bought you a much more painful death.
You didn’t have to wait long, those thundering steps coming your way, the sound of metal scraping on wood coming closer.
Shuddering, you squeezed your eyes tighter, awaiting the sound of the chainsaw and the piercing pain as it slammed into your chest cavity. But it didn’t come, instead, a large hand caressed over your hip. If you weren’t so hyper-focused, you wouldn’t have noticed it, it was so light. Opening your eyes, you saw the piercing blue eyes staring at you over the leather mask.
The touches grew rougher, grabbing at the flesh of your thigh. Oh dear god, was this really happening? Shivering, you licked your lips, attempting to speak, “A-As much as I love being strung up by hot beefcakes, I prefer being taken to dinner first.”
His gaze looked you up and down, before softening his touch again, stepping back away from you. He seemed to give your words some thought, before turning around and stomping up the stairs. You hung there, thinking about your life decisions. Were you a good enough person? You feel like you could have done much better, maybe be nicer to your grandpa. It wasn’t his fault he was so racist- wait, yeah, yeah it was his fault.
Sighing, you kicked your legs at the air, feeling the overalls begin to constrict your blood flow. There was some shouting upstairs, before you heard the thundering steps come back. Once the masked man reached you, he gave a grunt before going over to some station behind you.
Oh was it time to die now? Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself again. You heard some water running, and got curious. Was this dude going to waterboard you? Maybe you shouldn’t have called him a beefcake. Once he came back into your view, you saw the cloth in his hand. Oh he was totally going to waterboard you.
In a quick attempt to rectify your mistake, you say, “Your eyes are very pretty.” He halts in his movements, looking at you in shock. You give him a sweet smile, wanting him to feel your sincerity. You were being genuine; his eyes were very pretty. As he lifted the cloth again, you began to ramble, “A very pretty blue. I have boring brown eyes. Yours are like an ocean, or a bright sky. Very nice.”
The cloth touched your face, swiping over your cheek. You began to get confused as it continued to caress over your cheek. Looking at him, you saw him dunk the cloth in a bowl of water before going back to swipe at your skin. Was he..was he cleaning your face?
You decided to stay silent, letting him do as he pleased. Once he finished, he let out a grunt that sounded like he was satisfied. You heard him place the bowl aside before you were lifted off the hook, being placed on his shoulder, his large arm holding you in place.
He began to head upstairs with you, his heavy breathing the only sound you could hear for a while until you entered what looked like a kitchen. You were then placed on a chair, the man being very gentle with you as he got you settled in. Once he seemed pleased with your position, he sat himself down.
What the fuck was happening? Looking over at the next person, you saw an older lady smiling sweetly at you, “Hello dear. My name is Luda Mae.” You decide to be polite, giving a weak smile back, “Hello, a pleasure, I’m y/n.” She seemed pleased with your manners, going over to handle a pot, “I was very happy to hear that Tommy wanted you to join us for dinner.”
You nodded, before taking a moment to pause. Wait. Dinner? Glancing over at the masked man, who seemed to be this ‘Tommy’, you saw the almost smug smile from behind the mask. Oh jesus christ. What did you get yourself into?