#tw Freddy Krueger

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

One day, two costumes! Yesterday was a busy day!

My best friend did the Freddy makeup and I put together the costume for the annual trick or treat day in a few minutes at 8am.

Happy Halloween!

[one-time-i-dreamt]

A pretty goth woman killed people by leaping through a window and slitting their throats with her cool Freddy Krueger glove.

[horygory]

A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)

[seasneeze]

She just wants to say hi!

[conciliumxx]

freddy vs. jason (2003)

directed by ronny yu

[mortonsalts]

DUNE (1984)

| dir. David Lynch

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Hey, i recently had an episode of trauma coming back (i was a victim of child SA) and i just couldnt do anything; i couldnt speak.

Could you mabye write something about the boys with a s/o whos a victim

Sorry you went through that, friend, and that I took so long to answer this. Many hugs from this internet stranger.

Slashers with an S/O who was a victim of SA

Jason Voorhees

Jason doesn't really question why you seem to hate the horny teenagers just as much as he does. In his mind, that's just the stance any decent person should have. But then, one time, while you two pick off the campers one by one again, you walk in on two of them doing the deed and it takes you right back to what happened to you. You drop your weapon, and, alerted by the sound, Jason rushes to your side, kills both the campers and then sits with you, your head leaned against his shoulder, until you feel better again. After that, he will do the killing alone again, and just let you pick off anyone who is currently trying to escape.

Vincent Sinclair

He knows a thing or two about trauma, just not of the sexual kind. Luckily, there is not much in Ambrose that could directly trigger you... until you stumble over Bo's stash of porn magazines, some including certain fetishes and kinds of roleplay. You quickly put the magazines back to where you found them and flee into the basement, where you literally run into Vincent, causing both of you to topple and fall onto the waxy floor. He immediately knows that something upset you, and takes you to his workshop, puts on some calming music and cuddles with you and Jonesy. Then he will give Bo a strict signing to about having his magazines laying around.

Freddy Krueger

Probably the worst significant other for someone with that kind of trauma, considering he was the cause for that kind of trauma for some people too (like Lori). He will try to make light of it. If you tell him that something makes you uncomfortable, he will do it on purpose, to "desensitize you" (or at least that's what he claims).

Basically this guy is an asshole. But we already knew that, didn't we. The best thing that could be said about his way of handling your trauma is that he offers to pay your abuser a visit and make them regret what they did.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms will yell and rage and pout when you don't feel like being touched at the moment, during those days when the memory is particularly present and raw for you. But with time, you might be able to get him to understand that what happened left scars, just like the fire his parents started when he was a child.

He asks you to tell him what happened. And if you do, he will listen, and tell you "That won't happen again. I'm here now. Nobody gets past me."

Bubba Sawyer

Chop Top and Nubbins tend to make some off-color jokes at your expense, but once you explained your trauma to Bubba, he immediately stops them when he sees that they are starting to hit too close to home. The two middle brothers absolutely aren't used to their youngest brother telling them off or standing up to them at all, so it leaves them sufficiently stunned and actually makes them understand how serious Bubba is about protecting your mental health. As an apology of sorts, they offer to sniff out where your abuser is hiding and make an example of him.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Okay so I was watching heathers and I had an idea for Freddy x reader. Reader has an absolute dickhead in their family who treats her like crap and who she's dreamed about the death of many times and Freddy's been watching her through her dreams and kills the person.

"I prayed for the death of Heather Chandler many times. I felt bad every time but I kept doing it anyway. Now I know you understood everything."

I haven't watched heathers so I'm sorry if I got anything wrong. Dreaming freedom, anyone? And btw, Heather doesn't die by chemical poisoning here.

Warnings: mention of death and choking, stabbing, gore, weight shaming on Chandler's part, Reader's kind of psychotic, Freddy is a perv, OOC can't write freddy to save my life. Shit writing.

Relationship: romantic (I think?) Platonic romantic.

Freddy Krueger x reader!

You weren't too fond of the narcissistic manipulative and cruel bitch of a person in your family named "heather chandler"

You couldn't help but dream about her dying tragically or some other way. You felt kinda guilty but she always thought she was better than everyone else and didn't even try hiding it from anyone. She's aware and that's what pisses you off even more.

Your guilt would vanish temporarily every time she does a dick move on you. It got so bad to the point you would pray to whatever higher being is up there that she would just die already, you didn't care how or when.

This was especially amusing to the Freddy Krueger. He has never seen a person hate someone this bad before, it got him wondering what the hell this person had done to die so many times in your dreams.

"Oh y/n, it's been so long." The blond he knew as Heather, said. "It seems you've... Put on/off so much more weight than last time I've seen you, you look fine though." She tried to make it sound like she was reassuring you. Inevitably it pissed you off.

"Hah-" Something got stuck in her throat as she put a spoon of something into her mouth. She made gagging noises while holding her throat, unable to cough it out her face turned red and blue as she panicked.

"Heather are you okay!?" Her posse came up to her side, one of them hitting her back to get rid of the piece of food in her esophagus but to no avail.

You watched in silence as everything seems to slow down and blur, eyes focused on the dying body of your relative. Heather's panicked eyes as she stared into yours, her face full of fear and blue with her veins popping out at her temple.

Freddy was watching the scene with you, (not that you knew) this was however one of the more tame deaths, he saw some brutal scenes. It was more than enough evidence to hint that Heather treated you like absolute shit. And she did and said things much worse than your weight.

Inevitably Freddy became fascinated with you this way. It was a level of disturbingly sexy as he would describe it. A girl almost as blood thirsty as him. (only towards one person but you get the point) Now looking forward towards night time more than ever, I mean, sure he's still haunting kids in their dreams and killing them but it's special when he's into yours. Occasionally acting as some background character or one of Heather's little minions while watching what kind of death you're dreaming about this time.

You stepped into her house, pulling out a knife from one of her kitchen drawers. And stepping up into her bedroom – you opened the door and hid your hands behind you.

"Good morning, Heather." You greeted with a smile, which caused Heather to immediately rouse from her sleep and sit up quickly.

"Reader... How the hell did you get in here?"

"Heather, I wanna apologize."

"Oh do you?" She retorted sarcastically.

"Again, how did you get in he-"

"No, not for that." You cut her off.

Before Heather could question you for the third time, you moved your hand from your back to your side – revealing the knife you had in your hand earlier. Causing her to become alerted.

"Reader, what do you think you're doing?" She asked and backed into her bed further. You approached quickly and held onto her arm – then you swiftly stabbed the knife into her chest, ripping through her night shirt, watching her scream as blood immediately flowed out flawlessly and down onto her lap and bed. Pulling out the knife and stabbing it back in again until blood travelled up to her throat from the inside and started choking on it. A big hole in the middle of her chest, if you wanted to you could reach in and grab her literal heart.

After a while both you and Heather C were covered in blood. She was dead though obviously, she laid lifeless on her bed with a dark river of red from her mouth as the cherry on top along with the bloodbath on her bed. Freddy watched the whole scene with a twisted sense of amusement and an attraction towards you stronger than ever. Seeing you covered in blood like that was arousing him more than he thought it would.

Freddy sighed and decided with a smirk that he would fulfill your wish and kill Heather for you. Of course, he leaves traces on you secretly to watch you outside of your dreams. He snickers to himself every time he catches you actually praying for Chandler to die. God, you hated her guts in every sense of the words. And to him it was the most hilarious thing ever. He felt you slowly starting to wake up.

A few days later at school, you heard from your friends that Chandler died. Actually died.

Apparently she was found dead in her bed with claw marks on her body, along with a deep hole in her chest. Similar to the one you had in your dream... You felt both a rush of nervousness and guilt. For some reason you felt like it was your fault she died. But it wasn't, how could it? She died in her 'sleep mysteriously'. You had nothing to do with this.

With that you went to bed that night peacefully. No more dreaming or praying for the death of Heather C, as she was finally gone.

Freddy had no plans of letting you sleep peacefully.

As you woke up, (in your sleep) you sat up and looked at the figure a few feet away from your bed. A man.. Burnt-through the-skin man wearing a fedora hat, with metal claws and... Christmas themed shirt?

"Are you happy, Reader?" The man asked, his voice was gravely deep and distorted.

"Happy for what?"

"That your worst enemy, Heather fucking Chandler is dead."

"Oh..." Man, this is a weird dream isn't it? You thought. And you swore the man smirked wider. "Yes, I am quite happy about it-"

"I promise you, dear, this is no ordinary dream."

"Wait what."

"And you'll be very happy to hear that i killed that bitch for you. Aren't you glad? Reader." He strided towards you.

"Why don't you thank me?"

You only looked at him in silence, kind of scared and suspicious.

"What, don't believe me?" He scoffed and leaned in, causing you to back away. But you hit the wall. (Or the edge of your bed.) He leaned in close, his breath fanning against your face as his eyes bore holes into yours. Then the moment he licked your face you immediately screamed and woke up. You looked at the window, it was around 4 am and the sky was just now turning blue.

You sat up straight and huffed, rubbing your cheek and you reeled when you realized it was slimy and wet. Wait, it was wet?

"Believe me now?" The same distorted voice asked. You snapped your head towards the direction of the voice. The man was now leaning against your drawer, his hat covering part of his face except for that shit eating grin.

"Please tell me I'm dreaming, or I'm going insane."

"You're not."

You only sighed and got out of your bed, slipping on your inside shoes.

"You really killed Chandler?" Your question was met with a smug nod.

"I did. Took my time as well, she was a real asshole I tell ya. But you already know that all too well don't you? want me to tell you her last words?"

"No that's... Fine." Freddy snickered at your response.

You stared out the window. "I prayed for the death of Heather Chandler many times. I felt bad many times but I kept doing it anyway. Now I know you understood everything."

He only smiled wickedly. "I hope you find more people that you hold a grudge again. I wanna see what more sick ideas you can come up with."

You groaned softly. Is this going to be a permanent thing?

"Yes, it will."

You frowned at him. Fuck, he can read your mind?

"Yes... I can." You rolled your eyes at his response. How annoying.

[catharticartist]

Hey!

Hey you!

Yeah you….the weirdos scrolling through horror and slasher tumblr

You’re really cool….

So far the community on tumblr has been so fucking nice …(cursed) but nice

So thank you ❤️

Ok carry on!

[aquasun]

a nightmare on elm street (1984)

[kirsty--cotton]

A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master ( 1988 ) | Director Renny Harlin

" Mind over matter? Shelia used to say that. God, every day, she changes . "

[graphix1025]

Slasher icons/pfp

[fandomlife-confessions]

[horygory]

A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge (1985)

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ My Flesh ~ Thomas Hewitt ~

warning : +18, minors don't interact, smut, chainsaw play, knife play, blood drinking, cannibalism, praise kink, angst, hurt, tiny comfort, mutulating a corpse, death

Summary : Another night past, she continued to look around for her car keys. But next to her husbands she finds herself in the hands of the cannibal.

next chapter, masterlist

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It seemed like an eternity before she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. The warmth of the wax and the room through the water came to her.

Nevertheless, the goosebumps did not leave her body when she stepped out with the towel. Looking around, however, she found that Vincent had disappeared.

She was alone again. Sighing, she looked for her dress but it seemed to have been either taken or broken by the killer. Looking around, she was surprised to find a new dress on the bed where she had been lying before.

Not completely new, the individual wax and blood stains let her know that it had already been worn. ,,The dress of a dead woman" came over her lips as she put it on and dared to go out into the corridors. Still looking for the key and her freedom.

The question of where exactly her car keys might be crossed her mind. But in the end she only had the option to keep looking. Still on the middle floor, she only had the option of going down or up. They're upstairs, she thought, thinking of the Ghostface killers.

They hadn't touched her last time and otherwise they seemed to be less of a threat than, say, Pennywise. But the clown seemed to be the biggest mystery under Freddy. Maybe the supernatural really existed? But they hadn't really helped her when Brahms came. She shook her head above, she wouldn't get far.

Except to feel Michael's uncomfortable presence on the back of her neck all the time. Something she wanted to avoid. So she decided to go down another floor. Maybe the keys are at Eddie's she thought as she tried to look somewhat normal again.

She smoothed out her dress, tidied her hair and tried not to tremble at the slightest movement in the shadows. Eddie Gluskin seemed to have been down here the longest. He was her first husband of eleven. He was the one who wanted her from the beginning. He had to have her keys.

Her footsteps stop in the hallway as she walks down the corridor towards the lift. Neither Bo nor Vincent nor Peenywise had shown up to bother her. ,,It's almost too quiet," she muttered and stood in the lift, about to close the grate when she flinched and stifled a scream.

Michael emerged from the shadows, his head slightly tilted as he watched her. In the silence she heard his deep breaths, the two black holes in his mask watching her and his knife still in his hand. Is that what he gave me? she asked herself, wondering anyway where all her wedding presents were.

They would turn up again. ,,I'm going downstairs, Michael," she told him, pointing to the lift display before it started moving and she disappeared from his sight. He frightened her.

His silent way of moving around just like Jason. The two of them scared her the most in that respect. Not to mention that she was still dependent on the protection of her husbands.

Although the patients in her mental state knew that they had to avoid the eleven, this was not the case with her. She shuddered when she thought of the scene in the kitchen. It's only a matter of time, she thought, biting her lip as she thought of the clown.

He seemed to feed off her fear, the first time she met him was enough for her. For a moment she seemed to feel his teeth in her skin again.

A painful memory. Shaking her head slightly, she heard the lift stop and she arrived at the lowest floor. ,,Searching," she murmured and began to look around in the still somewhat lit parts of the lowest floor. Easier said than done.

The lights seemed to get dimmer by the minute. With every step through the corridors, into rooms and corners, it seemed to get darker. She found her way to the lift and to Eddie and Brahms' room again, but she didn't knock.

Her hand hovered for a moment in front of the wood. But when she thought of how Eddie might react, she said. He would probably just take me on the bed again she thought and felt uncomfortable before she hurriedly went on.

Through more corridors and hallways before she stopped at a junction when something caught her eye. She let her gaze wander for a moment before something like joy appeared on her face. ,,My room," she said delightedly and opened the door to the room where she had woken up chained.

After touching the light switch, the single naked bulb came on and illuminated the bed. Before she discovered an old table that actually contained her gifts. Going there immediately, she looked for the knife but did not find it. ,,Are you looking for something?" she suddenly heard a voice behind her and saw Freddy grinning at her, leaning against the wall.

She saw him watching her, didn't know how long he had been standing there until his blades were dragging across the wall, leaving furrows. ,,My knife...where is it Freddy?" she asked, trying not to let her discomfort show. But the demon only smirked before the light flickered and it suddenly went dark.

Instantly the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, her heart beat faster and she was about to rush towards the door when it suddenly disappeared. ,,Let me go, I'm awake," she urged him and pressed herself against the wall to have something against her back.

She was awake, she felt the cold, her heartbeat, she felt everything. She could not sleep. She heard his laughter, the sounds rubbing against each other. Suddenly she felt a strand of her hair being tugged and twisted.

She flinched and wanted to flee, but fear had taken hold of her. ,,Clever girl," he purred before the light in the room went on and she was alone again. She felt her legs threaten to give way for a moment and she pressed herself even harder against the wall. Her fingers went to her hair.

The strand had been cut off. He had touched her indirectly. It was only a matter of time before he would strike. Dragging herself along the wall, she came back to the door.

She opened it and was about to run into the corridor when she bumped into someone. But instead of something warm and human, it was cold steel she ran into. ,,Thomas" she said quietly, the name of Leatherface who was holding his chainsaw in front of her and she had run straight into it.

She swallowed, knowing that all he had to do was turn it on. One switch on and her body would be cut horribly in half. She slowly moved back into the room, wanting to get away from him. Please not now she thought and had already put her hand on the door when he simply took her by the wrist and pulled her out again.

She hissed at his grip which was painful, not bone breaking but it would leave a mark. ,,Please don't, not so hard, I'm coming with you" she tried to persuade him but he continued to pull her silently behind him towards the lift. Thomas Hewitt had hardly noticed him, even less than the others.

But his sudden appearance frightened her. Especially because she knew he was a cannibal. Just let it be the night, she prayed inwardly as she got into the lift with Thomas and they rode up in silence. She tried to put as much distance between them as possible. But because of his height and width, in addition to the chainsaw, this was hardly possible.

Only when the lift opened and they got out did they have some space. She knew where he was pulling her. She knew they were going towards his room. They had almost reached the door when they suddenly heard a noise.

At first she thought it was one of the other murderers, but when she saw that it was just another patient, she calmed down...no, she even felt safe. A strange thought but she still blamed it on her encounter with Freddy. She heard Thomas grumble something that she could best translate as ,,Wait". She should have run away, screamed, run and just get out of here.

But she didn't. She knew that if she ran now, she would trust the older one to kill her. Instead she stood still, trying to calm herself somehow as she watched the horror before her eyes. Thomas walked towards the patient, the sound of his chainsaw before he suddenly lunged and thrust it through the patient.

Screams mixed with the noise of engines and blood and organs splattered to the floor. But what brought the nausea to her body was when he dragged the lifeless body behind him to come back to her before he opened the door and they both went inside. ,,Oh...this is ehm...nice" she tried to pretend to be interested as she almost threw up. The whole room was strewn with bones, corpses and other human and animal remains.

Coupled with a hint of old sixties and seventies furniture and wallpaper that could be found, and a risque butcher's cleaver hanging from the ceiling. It was the very hoe on which Thomas suddenly found the body hanging. It was disgusting.

It took all her strength not to vomit on the floor. Instead, she stopped, still slightly unsure, and looked around. Before she heard the grumble of Thomas symbolising her to come closer. She nodded slightly and followed his instructions before coming to him.

Suddenly, however, his risky hand was on her shoulder and he began to tug at her dress. ,,No wait!" she shouted, signaling him to wait. To her surprise, he did, although for a moment he seemed slightly confused by her reaction.

She took a shaky breath in and out as she took the dress and pulled it off over her head. Carefully she laid the dress on a table and made a makeshift attempt to cover her breasts and intimate areas. This is worse than Vincent's she thought and lowered her gaze to the floor.

She feared that any second he would grab her and put her out of bed. She flinched as she felt him place her in front of the dead body. She looked up slightly and saw him move away from her and pull on an iron chain that lifted the body slightly over her. ,,Shall-Shall I help you?" she tried, hoping it would just be over.

Everywhere she looked, death seemed to be looking at her. She suppressed a sound of fear as she saw him grab a large butcher's knife and come towards her. ,,Don't!" she screamed as she saw him lunge and she closed her eyes. But he wasn't aiming at her, instead she felt the patient's warm blood run down and cover her naked body only seconds later.

Thomas had cut the dead man's throat and the blood that was still in his body flowed down onto her naked body. It was warm, sticky and it seemed to take her over completely.

The more she breathed in, trying to swallow her panic, the more metal she smelled. It was intoxicating and dizzying. But she didn't have time to wipe the blood off, instead Thomas grabbed her and threw her onto the bed.

She could feel the decompression sticking to her, the blood not leaving her body and the bed turning red. ,,Thomas, I-" she was about to try to reason with him when she saw not only his intense arousal but also that he had the chainsaw in his hand. She fell silent and pressed herself against the wall behind her, trying not to scream.

He came closer, the glint of hunger and excitement in his eyes. The blood excites him, she realised, feeling not only her aversion but also how the blood and the temeparut fall and rise had hardened her nipples slightly. She felt the blood all too clearly on her.

Before she suddenly felt the cold sting of the ketensaw on her arm. ,,Please...don't" she pleaded and looked at Thomas. She saw lust behind the mask. She felt him move the steel from her arm to her torso up to her breasts. The small metal hacks of the chainsaw scraped across her sensitive nipples with just the right amount of pressure.

He knew what he was doing and something told her that this was apparently not the first time he had done this. She felt the metal clench lightly against her, stronger for a moment, weaker for a moment.

How her body reacted unwillingly before he let go of her breasts and she gave an unwelcome sigh. She heard his breathing grow heavier, more excited almost needy. She winced as she suddenly felt the cold metal go up her leg.

With every centimetre he moved closer to her centre, her heart beat faster and faster. ,,You...Thomas...you can do better than that, can't you?" she asked, hoping that she would get him to back off. But she saw that he seemed to ignore her, and the metal moved further up her leg.

On her heated body it felt pleasant in spite of everything. As if she were putting ice on the hot spots. But she couldn't escape, she was already too pressed against the wall. She was tense, aware of the danger of the machine, but still. But she felt her heart beating faster, and not just out of fear.

She had truly been down here too long. ,,Please Thomas...I know you are good-show me how good" she stammered as the first spikes of her sex were only a hand's width away and she was afraid of what he would do when he had achieved what he wanted. But he stopped. Suddenly he stopped and looked from the machine to her.

She saw something change in his gaze, he seemed to be enjoying it. He wants praise, she said in a flash. She leaned forward slightly and felt the blood move slightly before her fingers ran over the cold machine. ,,Show me how good you can be," she encouraged him, flinching as he lifted the chain sails and moved them slightly in front of her.

Before she gave him an encouraging nod and also weighed the body. It was only moments before the machine started and she whimpered slightly.

Before she saw him use the machine to further abuse and dismember the already destroyed body. She heard the bones crack, the blood splash around and the intestines hit the floor.

Before the machine was placed on the table by Thoams, the engine still running and she felt small new splashes of blood covering her. Before she suddenly saw Thomas coming towards her and taking off his apron. The old shirt revealed much of his body.

Although he was taller and broader, she could clearly see the strength that resided in him. She saw the distinct bulge that appeared on his trousers. This won't...fit she thought and winced as he joined her on the bed.

She felt the bed creak and the old mattress sink slightly. She wanted to try to get off the bed but felt him practically overpower her with his body alone.

She had no chance to escape. Instead she felt his fingers go to her hair, the once soft strands sticky with blood, but Thomas didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, it seemed to please him.

The more blood on her body seemed to excite him even more. I am his food she thought in shock and feared the worst. But Thomas seemed to have his own plans. While he used his one hand to explore her body.

Her breasts in a semblance of massage, feeling the softness under his fingers, he used his other hand to lay her down on the bed as gently as he could.

She resisted, but she doubted he had even used his strength to push her down. The bed squeaked as he repositioned himself but did not let go of her.

She could still feel his big hand on her breasts, he could probably have doubled them over. She shuddered as she realised how big he actually was. She felt his arousal on her thigh as he leaned forward slightly.

Let go of her breasts and ran his hands along her belly and side. She felt him smear the blood, spreading it even further over her body. She saw how he seemed to grin as his leather mask slightly consumed. Before he suddenly leaned down and licked the blood from her breasts.

She gasped in surprise as he almost aggressively licked the blood from her body, even biting her lightly and seeming to try to get her blood.

Her hands alternated from the bloody stuff to his arms, she felt his muscles under his shirt, felt him wanting more of her. She tried to concentrate on him, the arousal flowing slowly through their bodies.

For a moment this seemed to work before she suddenly felt something cold and sharp against her stomach and suddenly opened her eyes. ,,Thomas!" she cried out, half pleading, half frightened, as the cannibal pressed the point lightly into her belly.

She hissed and tried to push him away, afraid he would disembowel her. But he did not move. Instead he pushed the tip further in and she cried out briefly as he broke through the skin and got what he wanted. Her blood.

Instantly she felt his warm tongue running over her wound, taking as much of his blood as he could get. She felt his arousal twitch, how he wanted more and his other hand went up her leg. She tried to close her legs but his one hand was enough to open them again.

She let out a sigh mixed with painful sounds through the wound. As Thomas' fingers rubbed over the small tender spot. He had heard her reaction, looked at her and repeated his movement. He felt her legs trying to close again, twitching slightly as he increased the pace.

How she laid her head on the pillow and the words of praise reached his ears. Before she heard the rattle of fabric and the unbuckling of a belt. Tension was in her body as she saw him place himself, the blood that was on his hands now on her centre.

It was the mixture of her blood and the patient's that he used to bring his cock to full arousal. She swallowed again and would have liked to jump off the bed. But Thomas didn't seem to care. For him, his own pleasure seemed to be more important.

Without preparing her or warning her, he simply penetrated her. His almost guttural grunt was interrupted by her groan. As her fingers clawed into his arm, clinging to him, she tried to get used to him somehow. But Thomas was taller and wider than Eddie and Brahms.

It was as if he felt her completely, it took her breath away for a moment. ,,Th-Thomas" she tried to sign to him somehow that he should wait.

Tried to get him to listen to her but he did not. Instead he thrust into her, seeming to lose himself in her, finally getting the physical intimacy while chasing his fantasy. She gasped as she felt his hand grasp her hip painfully. Just the right pressure to make her shudder.

Just the right pressure to make her do his bidding. She felt him pulling her against him as she tried to get away from him. But he didn't let her, he just pulled her back, kept using her before she heard him pull the knife back over her body with his other hand.

Her breathing was irregular, whimpering moans came from her lips. She groaned as the older man drew the blade across her skin just enough to let a small gush of blood flow again. Before he wiped the blood from her again with his tongue, leaving marks.

All while he not only thrust into her faster but also released his hand from the knife and gripped her neck. She felt him squeeze, increasing the pressure on her neck. As she swallowed, automatically trying to get more air into her body.

While her eyes went from open to closed and her hands went from his arms to his hand. Slipping from the force of his thrusts and arousal. While a suppressed moan slipped from her lips.

She felt her body tingle as she desperately tried to stave off the inevitable. ,,Tho-Thomas...the-the others" she said and looked at him pleadingly. Hoping he would understand what she meant. Before he let go of her at the last moment.

She inhaled heavily again but barely had time to calm down. Then he simply lifted one of her legs over his shoulder as if she were just one of his victims.

A lifeless object he used. Only to thrust into her even faster. The throaty pleasure-filled sounds filled the room. She felt herself coming closer to her own end, felt the tingling in her abdomen and Thomas becoming almost animalistic.

His grip on her waist tightened, she felt him bend down again to lick away the blood he had received. ,,Please," she pleaded, panting, her head shifting back and forth on the pillow in a desperate attempt to block out the sensible noises echoing in the room.

It was only a few moments before she felt him become more erratic, chasing his own orgasm. Suddenly, as she felt her own orgasm approaching, she felt an unspeakable pain in her leg. A guttural moan mixed with a scream and Thomas's grunt made them both come.

It took another moment for the cannibal to decide to pull out of her. She saw him looking at her with half-open eyes. His hands, smeared with blood and dirt, pulled out an old cloth from somewhere. Before the pain came again and she hissed. She looked down and saw that he had bitten into her thigh.

Saw his bite deep enough to make it bleed. Before he tried to stop the bleeding slightly with the cloth. ,,Thank you," she murmured, nodding slightly at him, still overwhelmed by pain and arousal, before pressing the cloth to the wound. Before he gave her one last look and rose from the bed to put his apron back on and grab a knife.

Before he began to cut up the corpse as if nothing had happened. The smell of blood permeated the room as she tried to ignore the sounds of the butcher. Instead she prayed that she could walk.

To be the immobile one down here. I might as well throw myself into his chainsaw, she thought, closing her tired eyes for a moment.

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[llnfectious]

Freddy's Nightmares S1E06: "Saturday Night Special" — All Freddy Bumpers