Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

Her body could hear everything being said, and feel every touch on her skin, but her brain wouldn't make sense of the sensations. It wasn't like being under water, or having the sounds muffled. It was perfectly clear, but it was if her brain had just short circuited. The sensations were completely cut off from her conscious mind, which had almost retreated completely away, as if it could sleep while her body stayed awake.

Her limbs are as limp as a ragdoll, and her eyes don't even twitch. All she can do is lay there and breath, her brain barely remaining conscious enough to be aware of any immediate danger.

 

[Poprockz]

She looked even more displeased as she didn’t even get a reaction from her. Getting off the bed, she dragged her mostly-naked captive over to the chair. Once she was tied tightly back to the chair, she spread her legs and tied them to the legs of the chair too. The woman went back to the bed and pulled out a self-thrusting vibrator and slowly worked it into Cora’s pussy, turning it into a low setting and leaving it inside her.

That being done, she walked over to Damien and picked him up, laying him on the bed as she reached into her dresser drawer again. Another needle was take. Out with the liquid tinted slightly pink. Stabbing it into his arm, he gasped, his chest arching as he violently regained consciousness. His eyes were wide as he looked around, a horrified look on his face as he saw Cora slumped over in the chair.

“What the fuck did you do to her?!” He said with a shuddering breath. His eyes looked Cora up and down. He didn’t know how long he had been out, but Cora looked defeated, like a shell of her former self. Her eyes were glazed over and her legs were spread with a turquoise silicone vibrator pumping rhythmically inside her. Damien started to cry, a few tears falling before more followed. He didn’t want to, but the sight of her like that broke his heart.

“Oh, my darling boy...” she stroked his face softly, “I just licked that little pussy and she wilted like a bouquet of daisies in the dessert. “

His eyes seemed to get dark and he struggled hard against her, the tentacles budging only slightly from his efforts. “I’ll fucking kill you, you heartless bitch!” He snarled, hatred in his eyes as he glared at her. God, he wished he could bash her head into the wall, or kick her out a window to break her body below.

She seemed to enjoy the reaction she got, grinning as she started to straddle his erection. Reaching back, she lined him up with her and started to sink down on his cock, moaning as she impales herself.

 

[Drobabes]

A small part of her, the part that hadn't completely shut down, was aware that she should be reacting to all this. It wasn't speaking in words, so much as feelings and intentions. The intention, the want, to wake up and take control of her body again was strong, but she wasn't sure how to get there.

The sound of Damien's voice was the first thing that her brain actively translated to a coherent thought. It gave her something to focus on, something to draw her senses to and latch on.

Her body doesn't move, but her eyes slowly look up to the bed. She tried to focus on what was happening, tried to make sense of what she was seeing, and at last she finally did. Steel eyes. Liquid metal. That was her safe harbor. She followed it like a beacon back to shore, and slowly, oh so slowly, she took control once more.

She doesn't move. Not an inch. Her eyes, however, search the room, landing on the closet. A thought comes to her then, but she would have to stay out of sight, out of the women's attention.

Her eyes look back to Damien, making sure he catches her gaze, and she gives him a small nod towards the closet. She then let's her face get that glazed over look again, and she very purposefully let's her head tilt down towards her foot so she could see what she was doing. With Margaret distracted, Cora begins work her legs, trying to loosen the bonds enough to get her leg out. If she could do that, then she might have a chance to unlock that door using her foot.

 

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His head turned toward Cora as he silently cried in frustration and defeat, they met hers and he watched her for a few moments. He lamented bringing her here only to be molested by his mother. Damien felt like he had broken her, his eyes only seeing the shattered pieces as she sat in the chair. She didn't look any different than she had a moment ago, but she suddenly nodded toward the closet, making him blink for a moment in surprise before she reverted.

Not a moment later, one of her tentacles moved his head so that he was forced to look at his mother, Margaret groping her own breasts and moaning as she started rolling her hips on top of him. She glanced over at Cora before looking back at her son, smirking as she asked, "how do you like your mother's pussy, Damien?"

He didn't answer, his eyes full of despair and hatred for her; although, there was a little hope in his heart that maybe Cora was still whole, and that maybe she could open the closet and help Daphne escape.

She didn't mind though, the woman pushing herself up and then impaling herself on his length continuously. "Oh fuck... your cock is so thick, Damien. You fill up your mother's cunt so well..." The woman moaned as she fucked herself on his thick rod. Her juices were all over him, and he couldn't help but feel utterly dirty and disgusting.

Margaret grinned and then leaned over, pressing her breasts against his chest as she kissed him, her unnatural tongue forcing its way between his lips and against his tongue. It tasted like Cora, and he shuddered for a moment, not wanting to think about what his mother had done. Her pussy squeezing his cock might have felt good had she been any other woman on the planet. As it was, he was revolted by the way her velvety pussy gripped him. When she drew back from his lips, she stroked his hair, pulling his head up and arching her chest so that her right breast was pushed into his face.

"Suck on my breast, Damien. Please me, and I might just let her go..." His eyes widened and he fought against his natural disgust, opening his mouth and latching on, his tongue lashing and swirling against her nipple as he sucked. On one hand, she might be distracted enough not to notice Cora, and on the other hand, if Cora failed she might just let her go if he complied. She moaned, closing her eyes as she bobbed her pussy up and down.

 

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Cora didn't believe for a second that that evil witch was going to let her go. She knew this game-give the victim a false sense of hope so that they would willingly do what you wanted in that moment. Yea, she had played that game enough times to know the dice never rolled in your favor.

The bond was getting looser, the women not having done a good enough job as her son. Perhaps she had underestimated, perhaps thought that Cora would be in that dazed state until she was done with them. Whatever the reason, Cora soon found herself with just enough slack to work her calf out, then her ankle, and finally her foot-her shoe getting snagged and coming off as she did so. That was fine by her though, it would only make it easier to get that latch turned.

With as must concentration as she can muster, she leans forward and gets herself onto the tips of her feet, using her free leg to better balance herself. She carefully leans down towards the ground and let's the toy fall out of her, making sure it wasn't so high up that it would plop on the ground and possibly alert the bitch.

With that done, and knowing she could look over at any second and see her breaking free of her bonds, she begins to tiptoe as quickly as she can to the closet door, praying that Damien can keep her distracted long enough to get it open.

 

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His mother bit her lip as he sucked and played with her nipple, her pussy so tightly wrapped around him that it almost seemed like she was adjusting her own size. Her eyes were closed, and her grip started to loosen a bit on his wrists. However, she started turning her head in Cora's direction and he knew he had to do something and fast or they would certainly be punished.

Damien's hands quickly went to her waist and he held her as he started to buck his hips, thrusting his hard cock into his mother. She gasped and moaned loudly, moving with him as he roughly fucked her, her breasts bouncing from the force of his hips. "Oh fuck, Damien! Yes! Give yourself to me! I want you to cum inside me... I need your seed, Damien. Yes!" She leaned back and rested her hands on his legs as she bounced on him, the disgusting sound of her drenched pussy slamming down on him making him want to gag. He hoped to God this would be over soon, thinking to himself that despite the fact that he didn't dream, he would probably get nightmares from this nonetheless with his luck.

With much difficulty, he opened his mouth and said, "Mother... you're so tight..." She grinned, pleased at his compliment, her nipples very hard as her tentacles started playing with her breasts.

 

[Drobabes]

Oh what she would have done to that bitch if she was free. She wished she could be the one to plunge that axe through her sadistic skull, but she would settle for hearing the sound of her screams.

She shuffled herself quickly, but carefully, not wanting to accidentally tip herself over or bang the chair into something and draw attention to herself. She was so close to the door when she heard Damien's words, and her eyes shot over to him for a brief second. She didn't think she could get any more disgusted or angry, but hearing him have to fake it like that made her grind her teeth. Oh yes...there would be blood.

When she at last reaches the door, she cautiously sits the chair down. She then positions herself onto her side, and then onto her back. When she was ready, her foot went up to the handle and, very carefully, she uses her toes to try and get the key to turn.

She focuses everything she has on concentrating on it but it was difficult while having to hear the horrible sounds of the women's drenched cunt riding on top of his cock. Finally, just when she was beginning to fear that the lock was more complicated than a simple turn of a key, she gets it. But she wasn't done.

Once she had it unlocked, she stays in front of the door for a brief moment, not wanting Daphne to just burst out and cause Margaret to spot her, before she has a chance to get the axe. She waits until the door opens, and then she glares up at the girl to get her attention, before she does something that could give them away. It wasn't hard to get the look down, seeing as she was so full of rage from what was being done to Damien.

"Get," she hisses quietly.

"The axe."

Once she was sure her message was delivered, then, and only then, does she quietly scoot herself out of the way so the door could be opened.

 

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Daphne looked up as she started to hear the subtle scratching noises in the door. She wondered what was going on, cautiously moving toward it. After about a minute or two, she heard the latch click open and her eyes widened in shock, a desperate look on her face as it swung open to reveal an angry Cora's gaze. She opened her mouth and then froze, seeing the way Cora seethed and hearing the sounds of shameless sex going on in the room.

She nodded at Cora, crouching down and very slowly moving out of the room toward the axe on the floor. Daphne didn't wonder if she had the strength to swing it true- she knew she would have to or all would be lost.

Margaret moaned loudly, almost exaggeratedly so. It was obvious that her pleasure was genuine, but it was also likely that she really wanted Cora to hear her. "Oh fuck... Damien, I'm going to cum! Yes! Make mommy cum!" She rode him hard, slamming her plush ass down on him as he bucked his hips. He groaned through gritted teeth, feeling his own cock start to near the edge. If there was one thing he didn't want to do, it was cum in his mother.

Daphne bent over and picked up the axe, slowly creeping toward the back of the bed behind her. Damien saw this, trying to keep his expression one of "pleasure." She would definitely see Daphne before she got close if she wasn't in the throes of climax, so he picked up his pace. "Cum on my cock, Mother, please. I can't take much more of this!" At least the last part of it was a lie. Any more of this awful nightmare and he might voluntarily jump out a window himself.

Her pitch escalated, her tentacles writhing as she started to contract around him, "I'm cumming! Fuck! Damien, cum with me!" she wailed, trying to milk him. He knew that if he didn't let it happen, she would see Daphne, so he let out a shaky breath and thrust his hips up, letting his cock jump and let out a stream of cum within her.

Margaret screamed out her pleasure, completely enraptured by their synchronized climax. It was then that things needed to be brought to an end. Blood splattered as the axe came down hard on her head, splitting it in two. Reflexively, a tentacle shot out and impaled Daphne through the chest, the girl coughing up blood before sinking to her knees and falling over.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora's eyes were glued to Daphne as she watched her approach Margaret. Under her breath she kept repeating the same line, over and over:

"Don't look back, don't look back, don't look back..."

When Daphne was finally close enough, she held her breathe. As the axe came down, Cora's eyes involuntarily shut to protect her from getting any of the blood in them. She felt the splash of hot liquid, even as far away as she was, land on her face and arms. She opened them back up quickly, intent on watching the monster die, but what she saw turned all of her anger and rage into cold dread.

Daphne dropped to the floor, and Cora wailed.

"NO!! Daphne!"

She forced herself into an upright position and she tried to go to the girl, only to trip and fall on her face. She could hear the women struggling to breathe, and she knew she didn't have much time. Suddenly she found herself screaming.

"DAMIEN! Damien, please! Untie me please! Get me up!"

She was still struggling with her bonds, pushing and pulling with everything she had.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien panted and felt like vomiting as he felt his cum ooze down his cock, but the sight of his mother's head split open was even more disturbing. He panicked and pushed her over, the woman slumping onto her side on the bed as she bled profusely into the sheets. The next thing he knew, he heard Cora practically screech Daphne's name.

That's right, Daphne was the only one who could have saved them. His breath caught in his chest as he recognized that tone of voice though: something was wrong. He sprang up from the bed, dashing over to Cora and untying her with a speed he didn't know he possesses. Once that was done, he grabbed her arm and yanked her over to the other girl, the tentacle still resting inside over her, though a puddle of blood was forming underneath her.

"Th-thk yu.." was all she was able to choke out, looking up at her two companions.

 

[Drobabes]

It only took a single glance for Cora to know she wasn't going to make it. She did not have have the knowledge, nor the equipment, to treat this. The disgusting, writhing tentacle was lodged deep in her chest and she was losing too much blood, much too fast.

Her hands shake as she reaches out to grab the axe that the brave women had dropped, and she uses it to sever the appendage from the now dead Margaret, cutting it clean in one swing. She then crumples to her knees and brings Daphne's head into her lap.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so f-fucking sorry..."

Tears were spilling down her face and onto the raven haired beauty as she rocked back and forth, her hands not seeming to be able to rest in one spot as they travelled from her face, then down to the wound, then back up. If there had been a chance, any chance, that she could have gotten her to a real doctor in time she would have done it. If she knew anything about surgeries, about collapsed lungs or how to stop internal bleeding, she would have tried. But... looking down at her, she knew she would only further her pain in attempting such a thing.

She starts to wail, the crushing despair of being so utterly useless overwhelming her. Daphne had saved them, both of them, and she could do nothing for her.

 

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Damien watched in shock as the life left Daphne's eyes, his own fogging up. His hands shook as he put his arms around Cora and squeezed her, rocking her side to side in his arms. It was as much for her as it was for him. Though he hadn't known her long, he regretted her loss and didn't think she deserved to die in such a way. The last thing she had seen was Cora's face though, and he thought to himself that at least she had been held by a friend in her final moments.

He had thought that maybe even though things were shitty, the two of them saving her from the men assaulting her would give her a second chance at life. Yet here she was, staring blankly as the heat of her body faded, the woman having saved them with bravery even she may not have known she possessed.

His hand pet Cora's hair, knowing that it probably wasn't a good idea for her to be wailing, but by god she deserved to grieve in her own way. He wiped his eyes on her shoulder and looked at his Mother's corpse, part of him relieved that she was finally gone and part of him mourning the loss of the only mother he had known. Evil, though she was, she had still raised him.

Looking over at the closet, his eyes narrowed as he saw that it looked like the inside of a disgusting alien nest, disgusting flesh coating the walls, floor and ceiling with eggs on the floor of the room. There seemed to be someone in there too, though he couldn't tell if he was alive or not.

 

[Drobabes]

The strange wet noise of her breathing suddenly stopped, and Cora knew it was over. Letting the women fall out of her lap, she turned around and buried her face against Damien's chest, her arms wrapping around him as she wept against his skin. Her wails quieted into soft sobs, and after a few moments more, she stopped making noises altogether. Her body still shook with the quiet tears pouring down her face, but it was if she had lost her voice.

She pulled back from him slightly, her eyes finally meeting his, and her hands go up to brush his hair back and touch his face. Her hazel eyes travel over every inch of him then, like she's looking for an injury, and when they finally come back up to his face she places both of her hands on his cheeks and she gently pulls him down so she can kiss his forehead. Then she releases him and hugs him to her tightly, as if she is afraid to let him go.

Her body shakes with quiet sobs as she holds him, but slowly, she stills. With her voice a mere whisper, strained and almost hoarse, she asks,

"What the hell is that?..."

She had finally noticed what was in the closet.

 

[Poprockz]

When she looked into his eyes, he tried to convey how sorry he was, how he wished things had turned out differently. Her hand feels good when she tucks his hair back, but it feels amazing to have her soft lips on his forehead. That gesture in of itself almost makes him break down further, the stress of everything almost hitting him. However, now wasn't the time to break down as he needed to be strong for her and help the both of them get out safely.

After a few moments of her quiet crying, he hears the question. "I don't know... It looks like an alien next or something. I'm not sure I want to know. But there's a guy in there, I think." He didn't want to check it out, but he slowly got to his feet, pulling Cora up with him and making their way closer toward the closet. The light switch was nonexistent, or maybe there was one somewhere under the warm fleshy stuff, but he wasn't going to search.

The man could be seen breathing, though, very softly. He looked to be early twenties with blond hair, and somewhat dainty features. It couldn't truly be told from his sitting positioned, but he looked about five foot four. Suddenly, the man let out a shuddering breath and looked up at them. One of his eyes was violet while the other was blue. It was as though he was infected, but it hadn't quite taken with him.

"Please... kill me." He croaked. "I can't live like this anymore. Please... before she comes back."

 

[Drobabes]

She gasped as the man spoke, seeing the color of his eyes even through the dim light.

"Jesus christ..." she breaths.

She didn't know how much more of this she could handle. Her knees felt weak, her legs wobbling under her slightly like they were about to give out under her.

"She's...she's dead."

Cora looked over her shoulder, as if checking to make sure it was true, before turning her gaze back on the man and the...well. Whatever that room had become, she wasn't sure. Suddenly she had an urge to burn it; burn it to the ground.

 

[Poprockz]

He sighed, closing his eyes for a minute as though he was trying to process what she had said. "Good," was the reply he went with, opening his eyes again and fixing them with his gaze once more. The man seemed a bit more lucid now, and his eyes went to Damien's face, and then his cock. His cheeks turned a slight shade of pink and he looked away. "Put some clothes on, goddamit. It's... good to see you alive though, Damien."

Damien blinked for a minute before looking a bit closer. "Sabastian?" He hadn't recognized him in the darkness, especially with how shaken he was feeling, but the man was unmistakably one of his staff. The captive nodded, still fixing his gaze elsewhere.

"I'm glad that the bitch is gone... but I know you have a gun. I need you to fucking shoot me, Damien. I know you can. You have to." He didn't sound like he was asking, more like he was trying to command Damien to comply.

Damien glanced back at his gun on the ground with his pants and looked at Cora, wondering if she had an opinion. He was of the mind that if Sabastian wanted to die, he would oblige the man. There were much crueler fates than a bullet in the head, and it was the least he could do for one of his staff. "We have six bullets... We could use the axe if we made it a clean swing." He was of course, talking about beheading the man; he had no doubt that he could behead him with ease with a well-positioned downswing.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora was just barely hanging onto her own sanity, and she misses the look that Damien had given her. So they recognized each other. That was good. Maybe. But now he was talking about killing himself, and while she certainly understood the sentiment, she had had quite enough of moral decisions for a lifetime.

"Can you move?"

She stares at him, almost blankly.

"Can you get up and leave that room?"

She waited only a moment for him to answer, and while he was, she left Damien's side to go look about the room. She made her way over to where she had seen Margaret pull those needles out. If the man was really intent on killing himself, she imagined going to sleep first might be a kinder option, but the needles were not her goal.

She was looking for a lighter.

 

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He looked a bit confused for a moment and then hesitantly nodded. "I can move just fine, but I'm held in place by whatever the fuck the sticky shit is. Usually she would melt it when she... took me out. If you cut it off me, I can get out first if you want."

Damien nodded, going back and grabbing the axe before returning and crouching down, cutting the man free of the disgusting flesh-like substance. He stood up and walked out with Damien, sitting the chair up and sitting on it for a moment as he watched Cora search the dresser drawer. The new man was watched wearily by Damien. He had one violet eye like those things, but yet he acted like his same old self.

"Why do you want to die?" He asked directly.

Sabastian looked at him as though the answer was obvious, gesturing to his eyes with exasperation. "I know you can see it. I'm infected. Even if I get out of here alive and remain like that, where the fuck will I go? People will take one look at me and kill me on sight, and even if they don't, I have no idea what the fuck is going to happen to me. The mistress's change happened over the course of several days, and so did mine technically, but just because it's been a week doesn't mean I can guarantee I'll always be safe."

 

[Drobabes]

She couldn't find anything in the drawer, so she wonders over to Damien's pants and searches his pockets. Not finding anything there either, she then hands him his clothes and starts searching around the room some more.

"Hide it" she says, almost offhandedly as he speaks of people killing him for what he has become. She felt numb again, staring briefly down at Daphne, then slowly walking towards the other side of the room to search elsewhere.

"If you want to die so bad, kill yourself. Don't make someone else do your dirty work."

She found another dresser or some type, or nightstand, and she began to search it as well. Her hands pause in her task briefly, and she looks up at the man as if she has suddenly remembered something.

"Whatever you decide to do...you should help me burn that room, before you do it. If you have any humanity left in you."

Her voice sounds cold, emotionless, and she has that mask on that Damien was used to seeing by now-not giving anything away of what she might be feeling.

 

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He frowned and looked as though he was going to argue with her for a moment before sighing in frustration, "Yeah, fine. I think burning that disgusting fucking room is a good idea." The man thought about what she had said, wondering if it would be easy to hide his eye. Maybe he could wear an eyepatch. In any case, her comment about making someone do his dirty work for him made him want to grind his teeth. What a dickish thing to say to him.

Damien watched her continue looking around for something, soon discovering that it was probably a lighter considering what her intent was. He looked around the room and went into the bathroom. The man came out with several prescription bottles in his arms and a lighter. "Candles." Was all he said, indicating that she liked having candles when she was taking baths.

He noticed that she was closed off. Hell, after everything that happened, he was just grateful they were walking around without crumpling and going into the fetal position. His clothes were put back on and he put the medications in a small back, going back to grab more.

"Those are her... eggs." Sabastian said, cringing. "Fucking disgusting."

 

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While Damien went into the bathroom, Cora grabbed her own pants and put them back on. She then took the lighter from him and walked over and grabbed a pillow, peeling the case off. She wanted something to light on firer that wouldn't just extinguish immediately if she tossed it in the air. She also wasn't sure if that room would burn at all, or burn hot and fast and possibly put them in danger.

She began to tie the cloth into a large, tight knot, doubling it up on itself over and over until she had one large cloth ball. She then went over and picked up her bat off the ground.

"Damien, let's make sure we got everything we need."

Her feet start to take her to the closet, but she stops a good few feet away.

"Fucking disgusting."

"You got that right."

She holds the ball of cloth over the top of the lighter, watching as it slowly catches fire. She would have been happy to have killed the bitch herself, even if it meant the end of her, but burning her nasty little babies felt like a good compromise. As the flames really start to engulf the ball, her eyes look down at Daphne one last time.

"Thank you.."

She tosses the ball up in the air, and before it even has a chance for gravity to catch up with it, Cora has the bat up and swinging. She hits it perfectly, and the ball of flame lands against the back of the closet, coming to rest on the spot where Sabastian had been sitting. She lets the bat come down to rest by her thigh as she watches to see if it will burn.

 

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Damien popped out of the bathroom, a bag full of medications in his little bag. He didn't know what some of them did, but he scooped them all in there just in case. Perhaps Cora could make use of some of the ones he wasn't familiar with. He just wanted to leave. They had stayed there long enough and he wanted a hot shower to scrub away the revolting events of the day. He wanted to mourn Daphne, letting go of her and moving on.

Sabastian looked down at Daphne without any expression. Based on what he saw, she was probably their friend who had been killed by the bitch. He didn't know what she did to warrant a thank you, but he felt sorry for the girl nonetheless. His eyes watched with satisfaction as she hit the ball into the closet.

WHOOSH!

Whatever it was, it burned like oil, lighting quickly and burning hot. It would seem that whatever the fuck they were made of was super flammable. They all stood there, watching the fire consume the flesh-like coating and the eggs, each of them popping as the fire demolished them. Sabastian shuddered, having spent more time with those eggs than he would have liked. Technically they were his too, but he hadn't participated willingly so he was glad to see them gone.

"Let's get the fuck out of this godforsaken shit hole." Sabastian said.

Damien nodded, putting his arm around Cora as he led her out of the room with their new companion in tow.

 

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Cora watched as the Cabin came into view. Her hands clung to the bat a little tighter, Bowie sitting in her lap, still in his container. They were back where it all began.

The car rolled to a stop and she sat there, staring out the window. She knew she should try to get up, start getting stuff unpacked, but she found she had no energy. Her eyes travelled down to her shirt, looking at the strange dried purple blood. She could almost still feel the warmth and weight of women in her lap as she watched her stop bleeding. It was all she could really focus on from their time there, seeing those emerald eyes over and over every time she tried to think of something else.

Her face turns to look at Damien then, worrying about him. What had happened there, to him, well... She was sure, like Daphne had been, he probably wanted a shower.

She lets go of the bat to reach out and pull the door handle, stepping out into the summer heat.

 

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The whole ride back, Damien simply concentrated on driving, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. He really didn't want to think about anything else; Daphne's death, Cora being molested, and himself being raped by his mother back there. He felt so dirty, and not the kinky playful kind of dirty. It was the kind of dirtiness that would linger on one's skin as a ghostly reminder of what disgusting things had happened.

He felt like a failure, having been unable to keep any of them safe. Part of him wondered if it would really be best if he stayed with her considering that he couldn't even protect himself let alone her. Maybe if they stumbled upon a village or a group that proved to be safe, he might be able to let Cora go. The things his mother had said too... He struggled with her words, not wanting to believe her but at the same time the poison of her words was already in his system.

"Shit, it's hot as balls out here." Sabastian exclaimed, stepping out of the car and stretching. It had been almost a week since he had seen the sun, but he didn't particularly like the outdoors. His eyes scanned the cabin, assuming that the inside was much nicer than the outside. He grabbed the duffel bag of food at Damien's behest, Damien coming back and grabbing the other food bag. Everything else but Bowie could be left in the car for their departure at a later time.

 

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Cora grabbed what she needed, a change of clothes and some Tylenol, then tentatively made her way up to the porch. She was sure Damien had locked it, and while she had been able to climb up and out the window before, she didn't feel like being adventurous again unless he had somehow lost his keys. Besides, she had been able to get a tree to climb down last time, but inside there was nothing to grip or climb down from those tall windows.

She waited for him by the door, watching him as he approached. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch him, but she was scared it might be the wrong thing to do right now. Still, she wished she could wipe away what that horrible women had done to him. Those things she had said, the way she had belittled him...he had to know it wasn't true, right? Whatever had happened, she was sure it hadn't been his fault, not completely.