EroticReverie

Eve

I know for sure that they've all left, how long they'll be gone for, I'm not sure. But my stomach aches for real food, and fresh water , and my body itches for a shower. 

I leave the room in the basement, inhaling the "fresh" air. I move slowly up the steps, my limbs shaking, wondering if i'm wrong and one of them still might be here, if not two or all three. But I can tell the second I hit the top of the stairs that the house is empty and it's only me. 

I'm quick. Running first up the stairs to the bathroom, peeling off the dingy dress and getting right in. Relief floods me as my skin soaks with the warm water, and it slowly turns hotter. I moan as I stand under the water, not letting myself indulge for too long. I wash my hair, clean my body. I run the razor over my legs and under my arms. I even take the few minutes it takes to shave myself between my legs. Wanting to feel clean everywhere. Wanting myself bare, the way Malachi always shaved me. I ginore the burning heat low in my belly as I picture his face concentrating when he would spread me and shave me himself. 

I dry off with a towel that already hanging, and already damp, and I can smell him on it. His body wash and his shampoo. I walk into the bedroom. Needing something clean to wear. Something warm. Since none of the dress he bought me are warm, I grab one his hoodies and pull it on over myself, and grab a pair of his socks. And steal a pair of his sleep pants for later.

I look to his bed. It's unmade. He always makes his bed...or has me do it. He likes his things in order. His room I notice, is not in order. There's pants on the floor. The towel that I'd had around me before I ran, still sitting on the floor next to the bed. His shirt on the floor. It was the same as it was when I ran from him. I walk over to the bed. The bed I was made to sleep at the foot of, until he started keeping me in the bed with him. The bed he was good to me in, but also cruel. My eyes flick to his pillow and a speck of white peeks under it, and I reach over, climbing onto the bed, my brows pinching when I notice the white dress. I pull it out from the ball its bunched in. Piece of the fabric sticking together in spots. I notice the spots....the stains....part of me is disgusted...and part of me.....can picture him making those stains.....he's been jerking off with my dress. His favorite dress. It should only disgust me, but it does more than that. It makes me sad...makes me miss him. Makes me wish I could fix him and help him...and not just him...but Ryder and Lazarus too. Were any of them capable of being good again? They had to be good at some point in their life. There had to be hope for them, there had to be hope for Malachi when he'd tried so hard for me to be good. 

I shove the dress back into a ball and put the pillow back over it and then go downstairs. 

I reheat a small dish of leftover spaghetti and then clean the dishes, Drying them and putting them away, hoping they wont notice the leftovers gone. They'll all think the other one ate it. 

I refill the water jug. I bring more food down tot he basement before returning to the upstairs. I go out back, in only my his socks and the hoodie im wearing that fits me like a massive oversized dress, hanging to my knees and hanging loosely around me. 

I inhale the  real fresh air and look out at the woods....and I can hear the cars onthe highway in the distance far beyond the trees, just barely, but I can hear them. Nobody is here to chase me. Nobody is here to keep me from running to freedom. So why don't I move? Why do my feet feel like lead , rooted to the rickety old wood of their porch? My head turns glimpsing a corner of the shed, that fucking horrific shed. That alone should make me run. The things I've seen in there. The things they made me do. It was all so fucking sick. And I was sick, because I still wasnt moving. Fucking Run. That's what Malachi had told me to do. Why hadnt I ran that night? Why wasn't I running now? Don't leave me. He'd begged. He'd cried when he thought I'd ran from him. I picture him kneeling, sobbing. Malachi. The biggest, scariest man I've ever seen, crying..over me. 

I ignore my brain as it tells me to be smarter than this when I walk back inside. I ignore the urge to save myself. But...who would save Malachi if I left? 

I walk into the living room, I sit on the couch and sigh as I curl up with my head on the arm rest, looking at the empty room, listening to the empty house and the birds outside and the wind blowing through the trees and the tall grass. I've slept so much the past three days, yet I was still so tired. 

I should get up, go back downstairs. I should move my tired body back to my hiding spot incase they come home. I wasnt ready for them to find me. I wasnt ready to face the reality of my choices, that I'd most likely get a version of them I didnt want. 

But my heavy eyes fall closed and I the soft cushion of the couch lulls me to sleep far faster than the thin , hard pile of clothes I'd been sleeping on for three days. 

I dream of all three of them. In my dream, they aren't the monsters I've known. They're different versions of themselves. The house is nicer....it's decorated...and warm.....the basement does have the cold metal rape table in it....and the cages are nowhere to be found....the shed is still here...but it's painted and it's clean...inside are workbenches instead of torture devices and no chains hang from the rafters. There arent maggots crawling around outside, and  there no blood on the ground anywhere. Lazarus sits at a work bench, crafting something out of wood, Ryder stands outside the shed, starting a lawn mower, as Malachi sits with me in his lap on a large wooden swing. And im not naked, and im not wearing white. I'm wearing a pair of jeans and a sweater, but the collar is still fitted around my neck...and Malachi kisses me, his fingers running over the collar as he whispers to me how perfect I am, and how in love he is. His hand is on my stomach and he's asking what I think it will be,...a boy or a girl....there's a dog and a cat...lounging in the sun at the top of the stairs on the porch, side by side, fast asleep. 

The sky is sunny and blue, with large marshmallow clouds, and Malachi kisses me and kisses me , and everything is right...everything is good. 

His hand pushes up over my breast through my sweater, and his tongue parts my lips and his soft kisses turn hungry and I moan against his lips, his hands movesfrom my breast to my throat. I hear thunder. My eyes opening, and I gasp as his hands latches around my throat, squeezing as the sky goes from blue to grey in an instant. My hands grab for Malachis as the fresh paint on the house drips down the walls, revealing its old worn and chipped paint. The dog and cat wake, and start fighting, the dog nipping at the cat and growling as Malachi chokes me and I hear the rip of the lawn mower, but my eyes dart to the side. Lazarus is coming out of the shed...blood dripping all over him....Ryder....flicking open a knife as they stalk towards the porch.

"I tried Eve....I tried to be good" Malachi groans. As my dream turns into a nightmare. The shed fades into the hell spot that it is. Turning back to it's maggot infested self, and I can hear the chains rattling inside, and the sounds of muffled screams. 

"Let us chain her." Ryder says. "Let me carve her so Lazarus can truly fuck her guts." 

I scream , but no sound comes out, and I cant move. My limbs don't work as Malachi lifts me by the neck stnading, holding me with just one hand as my toes point to the floor of the porch, dangling from his hand. 

"We'll never be good Eve. You should have ran." Malachi growls at me, his hand grabbing harder at my throat. 

"I told you to fucking run Eve. Why the fuck didn't you listen to me?" he snarls.

"You're going to regret it pet. I promise you that." he says through gritted teeth. His eyes on my purpling face as he strangles me. 

Just as my last bit of breath is strangled from me. I shoot up, sweating, panting, grabbing at my throat. 

It's dark. It's storming outside. I'm shaking as I realize how long I slept. Were they home? No. They couldnt be. I push up on shaky legs, wiping the sweat from ym forehead and my upper lips as it drips down my spine and between my breasts and I walk to the window. Just as I look out, and see the empty drive. The lightning strikes, and a pair of head lights turn onto the long road toward the house. 

I turn, booking it through the house, pulling open the basement door and slam it shut behind me as I scramble downt he dark steps, my heart in my ass and my lungs burning as I pant and make it downstairs , pulling open the door and shutting myself inside. I sit down on the pile of clothes, my breaths fast and panicked. 

My nightmare playing in my head as I listen to the car doors slam shut.  I listen to them as the door to the house opens, and I hear a commotion. I hear muffled cries. No. No. I shake my head. 

"Dont she look like her?" I hear a voice..Ryder's as the basement door opens. 

"Not as small....but she's got her hair" Lazarus says. 

"He's not going to replace her." Lazarus says.

I hear a girl screaming behind a gag, crying as their feet fall down the stairs. 

"He already said he didnt want none of her" Lazarus says of the girl, and I hear the thud of her body being dropped and forced onto the metal table. I shake my head. Tears falling down my cheeks.

"Strip her." Ryder says. 

I listen to the stuggle of the girl as I listen to fabric rip and her screams grow louder behind the gag. 

"We should shave her cunt...to look like Eve...the way Malachi likes her..maybe then he'll want her." Ryder huffs, panting with the exertion. 

"Yeah, shave her clean." Lazarus agrees. 

I listen to them strap her to the table, listen to Ryder yell at her to shut up as I sit in the fucking dark closet with tears running down my cheeks. 

"Go get one of her dresses" Ryder says. 

I feel vomit rise and clap a hand over my mouth as I shake my head in silence. What were they doing? Was this girl here, because of me? Was she supposed to serve as my replacement? Was it my fault she was here? 

"Now...if you want to live....you're gonna tell Malachi you're a vrigin...he likes them pure...he's only gonna keep you alive if you tell him your cunt is clean..." Ryder talks to the girl who cries still. 

"Mmmm, but that dont feel like virgin pussy" he says to her and I can just picture him, fingers sliding inside.

"Make sure you clench this as tight as you can when he fucks you...otherwise he's gonna know you're lying...and he'll kill you" Ryder warns her and I shake my head. 

I listen as Lazarus comes down. "got it....it was under his fuckin pillow...it's covered in cum"

"Perfect then. That's his favorite." Ryder says.

I listen from the other side of the door as they force her into my dress. 

"her tits are too big" Laz huffs. 

"he likes tits" Ryder argues.

"Eve's were small" Laz argues. 

"So fuckin what!" Ryder yells. "What you want me to do, cut em off?!" 

Lazarus growls. 

"Eve was prettier." Laz huffs. 

"yeah, well she's fuckin gone...and if he's gonna fuckin get his shit together...he needs a new pet." Ryder argues. 

"go get him." Ryder says. "she's ready." 

"He's probably sleeping." Laz says. 

Sleeping? They just got home.

Was he sleeping in the truck? 

"Just go get him." Ryder snarls.