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You quickly hide the scalpel behind your back and lean against the wall behind you, forcing a smile, “Lucas,” you say, trying to sound exited, hoping that he doesn’t hear the fear creeping into your voice, “Your back.” He smiles at you, and for a moment everything is quiet,
“Darlin’ I'm not that stupid,” he says, and the smile starts to fall, “I need you to stay here though,” he sighs and squats down to your level, “Yah gotta be careful, I don’t want yah dyin’ on me.” He reaches out to you and you bring the scalpel out, holding it in front of you,
“Don’t touch me,” it comes out weaker than you would have liked, your voice quivering in fear. Your hands shake, the scalpel wobbling in your hands. Lucas cocks his head and squats down to be eye level with you,
“Come on darlin’ lets put that away, your going to hurt yourself, and while your under my care I don’ want you gettin hurt in any way you don’ like.” A little smile falls over his face after he finishes, clearly pleased with the line he must have practiced. He starts to reach his hand out to you his palm up, gesturing for you to hand him the scalpel.
You close your eyes and start to swing, determined to get out of this situation. Your hand catches on something as you swing wildly, and you push through. You hear a splat and look to your right, his finger lies next to you and you scoot away from it, you stab wildly and it goes into him with a squelch.
You stand up and run as fast as you can aiming for the now open door Lucas had come through, you had to make it back to the house. Mr. and Mrs. Baker would surely understand why you had to do that. They had always treated you like their kid and they would understand why you had to hurt Lucas, then they could get him to a hospital and help him get treated. A blue metal door is in front of you in the hallway, and you stop, opening it before slamming the door behind you.
You catch your breathe, heaving as you try to calm down. Behind you a loud noise startles you, and you turn around to see a large humanoid figure. They are slimy and black and as one turns towards you, what should have been their faces are instead horrific curved teeth that form a awful mouth. It seems to see you somehow and it slams against the glass between you and it.
The sound echoes throughout the room, and you back up against the door you had just slammed and slide down until you are sitting on the ground. The creature slams against the glass again and the smallest crack forms where it hit. You try to reach for the door handle to open it but your hands are shaking so bad you can’t grab it. The monster slams into the glass again and the crack starts to snake further and further down the glass.
Footsteps start to echo behind you as the glass continues to crack, the monster crashing into it with more and more energy each time. The door opens behind you and you fall onto your back, looking up at Lucas as he stares down at you.
“C’mon Darlin’ I told yah it was dangerous out here,” he reaches down at you and though you had definitely seen his finger laying next to you his hand was fully intact. You shrink back from his hand in fear and a small look of sadness crosses his face before he goes back to a neutral expression.
He lifts you up and holds you in his arms, surprisingly strong for how skinny he is, the scalpel is still stabbed into his chest though he shows no signs of pain. His frowns at the monster in the lab, clearly more annoyed than anything before turning around and slamming the door behind you.
He takes you to a new room, one unlike the other two, it’s carpeted and a bed sits in the far right corner. It has the feel of his childhood bedroom, the walls are the same color of green and some of his trophies sit on shelves. Across from the bed is a similar setup to the one in the lab, there are 20-something monitors, and as you look closer, each of them seems to look at rooms in the Baker’s house.
You can see what looks like their dining room table, but it’s covered in maggots and black mold. As you gaze over the monitors, it seems like most of the rooms are covered in mold, some of it so thick it climbs up the walls. Lucas sets you down on the bed before grabbing a pair of handcuffs and locking one to the bed and one to your wrist. You lay down, your body shaking from the fear of what you just witnessed.
Lucas feels your forehead and sits further down the bed.
“Darlin’ now I know that must have been scary, but I told yah sweetheart, yah gotta stay here. Now I’ll extend that chain so you can at least watch the monitors. But no matter what, yah cant leave the room.” His eyes soften as they dart down to your shaking body,
“Here, I’ll bring you something to help you calm down,” he says softly, “Sorry darlin’, I don’t mean to scare yah, I just can’t let yah get hurt.” He sighs as he turns around, “I’ll be right back, don’t disappear on me,” he walks out the door before shutting it behind him. You know that rationally this would be the best time to leave, but you can’t seem to move your body.
Before much time passes you can hear footsteps in the hallway and the door reopens, Lucas walks in holding a glass, and a blanket. He settles down next to you on the bed,
“I need yah to sit up darlin’, I don’t want yah choking on the water. You prop yourself up on your hands, Lucas grabs your chin with surprising force, “Just drink it, it’ll help yah relax,” you gulp it down, and the water feels good against your worn out throat, and it seems to calm your shaking. Your brain starts to fog up slightly as you relax and you can only start to realize Lucas’s hands on your lower body. You make a weak grab for his hand but he responds instantly,
“C’mon darlin’ I’m just trying to make you feel better,” his voice echoes around mind and he strokes your leg. You can feel him tug your pants down to your knees, and the air against your thighs is cold and strange. The heat between your legs is also becoming almost overwhelming in contrast. You can feel him getting closer to you until you can feel his breathe on your thigh as your eyes become to heavy to keep open. You feel him lick your thigh, his tongue rough against your skin. Your body moves unconsciously, shaking
“Shhhhhh, darlin’ just let it happen,” He coos, “I won’t hurt you.” He starts to lick harder, almost ravenously. His hands start to work up your body, and he starts to lean over you. You can feel his weight on your legs as he leans into you. His hands grab at your chest clumsily, fingers rubbing around. He’s clumsy, and his nails dig into your skin, his tongue continues to assault your thighs, his spit almost coating your thighs. He gets on his knees and reaches up to your mouth. His hand pries open your lips, before sliding a finger into your mouth.
It tastes strange on your tongue, he pushes his finger further into your mouth and his mouth reaches up to your chest. He licks your nipple before starting to suck at it, his teeth scratching you. Your mind continues to get fuzzier as you feel him start to rub his hips into you. You finally pass out your mind going completely blank.