Suzy’s Strange Saga
You aren’t going to stick around to be someone’s lab rat only to probably get disposed of later. And you know enough about the Morningstar family that they’re all a bunch of damn psychos at their core. You need to make your escape now.
Lilith undoes your straps and you’re soon free. You sit up, stretch and then make out like you’re about to fall.
“Oh shit.” You say and Lilith quickly comes to your aid to prevent you from “falling.”
“Whoa, easy there, you o…” Lilith starts to say and then you elbow her in the face.
Lilith falls to the floor and you grab a particularly sadistic looking knife from the table. Lilith is remarkable quick to recover because by the time you’ve done all this, she’ already run to the door and opened it.
“LESLIE!” she shouts before you manage to grab her hair and put the knife to her throat.
“Don’t move. I don’t want to kill you, but I will to get out of here.” You warn.
“This was a very stupid thing to do Suzy. If you’d cooperated you would’ve gotten out of here in a few days at most. Now you’ve sealed your own death certificate.”
“Quiet! Now I’m taking your vehicle, so I’m going to need your keys. After I grab those I’ll be leaving and if YOU cooperate you won’t get hurt. So you better tell me where we’re going and NOT shout for help again!” You say.
“(Sigh) Fine. I have my keys with me in my pocket. We just have to go to the vehicle. This way.” Lilith says and the pair of you leave the room.
You constantly look around thinking you’re going to see Lilith’s brother coming around a corner, but so far nothing. Lilith tells you which way to go and eventually you’re heading up the stairs. It’s at this point Lilith starts talking shit again.
“You’re not getting away with this you know. My brother’s going to stop you before you can escape and when that happens…well you think things were going bad in your life before? You’re going to soon learn that they’re going to be infinitely worse.”
“Yeah well I haven’t seen him yet. I guess he didn’t hear you. Probably too busy with his experiments or whatever fucked up shit you two do here. Christ, your family is fucked up.”
Lilith laughs.
“Yes, and that apparently that didn’t stop you from dating one of us.” She says.
“That was different!” you snap.
“Of course it was. Extreme situations tend to create unusual pairings. Such as the one you and Bobby had. Although I think it was more unusual for him rather than for you given how much of a slave he is to some of my family’s sillier traditions.”
You get to the ground floor.
“Bobby saved you like some damsel in distress from your mean old serial killer uncle. Makes sense you’d latch on to him the way you did. In a way you’re very much like one of those fairly tale princesses locked away in a tower, except in your case, you locked yourself away in your basement. Bobby was your Prince Charming.”
You continue to ignore Lilith’s ramblings.
“Now of course you still KNEW what Bobby was, but you willingly looked past that. Why? Was it love? No, even if you thought it was at first. If it was love you would’ve married him in his compound instead of being here. Was it low self esteem? Possibly. But even as introverted as you are, you’re still a very pretty girl and you have to know that on some level…I mean even YOU aren’t that stupid.”
“Will you shut up?”
“Not to mention you seem to be fine by yourself. Even Bobby mentioned that you seemed to prefer your own company when you weren’t with him. So where does that leave us Suzy? Why would you willingly date someone from a family as fucked up as ours? Do you know the answer?”
“Shut the hell up, I don’t care! Just tell me where the front fucking door is!” you exclaim.
“Next two rooms to the right.”
Lilith is quiet again and you make it to the front door. Still no sign of Leslie, so far so good. When you open the door, Lilith once again starts getting chatty.
“Since our time together is almost at an end, I guess I’ll tell you the answer. You went with Bobby because deep down underneath all that apathy you’re just as fucked up as the rest of us.”
“That’s not even remotely true.”
“Oh, just because you were merely looking away from my nephew’s murderous deeds, that somehow makes you less fucked up? That’s classic enabling behavior, not to mention your co-dependency during your relationship with Bobby. Hell, before Bobby came into your life, you were pretty detached from the real world and lived in your own made up reality anyway. I’d say under a different sort of extreme circumstance, you’d easily turn into a killer like your uncle especially since from what I’ve heard the rest of your own family isn’t exactly well adjusted either. Didn’t one of them kill his whole family before shooting himself?”
You press the blade closer to Lilith’s throat to the point that it draws blood.
“You keep talking and you’re going to find that THIS extreme situation is the one that turns me into my fucking uncle, so keep fucking talking and you’re going to be the first fucking victim!”
Your threat finally shuts Lilith up.
You make your way to the truck, still looking around Leslie, but you don’t see anything. Eventually you get to the truck.
“Alright, very slowly grab the keys out of your pocket. Drop them in my other hand and I’ll release you.”
Lilith complies with your orders and as soon as you have the keys you toss her to the ground hard. You then open up the door and suddenly feel a hand grab one of your upper ankles and then a sharp blade cutting into where the tendon would be. You scream out in pain and fall on the driveway pavement. Then another hand grabs your other ankle and you feel a blade cut into your other tendon. Meanwhile Lilith has recovered and taken away the knife you dropped. She stands over you while you scream in pain.
An older man with completely white and wild hair crawls out from under the truck. He wears a bloody lab coat and goes over to Lilith and asks if she’s okay and remarks on her neck, she nods that she is fine.
You roll over and try to stand, but find it’s quite impossible with your tendons sliced the way they are. You’re bleeding all over the place and the fear of what’s coming next is overwhelming your physical agony.
“Told you my brother would help me. I knew he would. He’s my Prince Charming after all. Hm. I suppose because it’s drilled into our heads when we’re little that on some level we all like to be rescued. A big strong man charging in to save the day and all that chivalrous patriarchal nonsense, but on some level it’s still sort of hot.” Lilith says and then gives her brother a long kiss and hugs him.
You try to crawl away, since you can’t even stand at this point, but you don’t get far.
“Too bad nobody’s going to rescue you now though. Should’ve killed me instead of holding back…but then that’s always been your problem isn’t it? Squandering your potential.” You hear Lilith say and then what follows is a hefty kick to the back of your head. You black out.
When you wake up you’re firmly strapped to another table completely naked. This isn’t a regular surgical table though since your legs are spread apart.
“Oh…no…NO…NO!” you start to say and try to struggle free.
Your voice calls attention to Leslie who was currently hovering over another body on a different table.
“Oh good, you’re up. I wanted you to be before I started. My sister said it was imperative that you not be unconscious for whatever I have in store for you.”
You start screaming for help in vain and Leslie goes over to you and starts stroking your head.
“Now she did suggest that one of the things I should do is hand you over to a couple of my redneck assistants and let them have fun with you, but no. After you harmed my sister’s lovely neck with a blade, I think I should have ALL the honors. I’m going to do things. Bad things and I’m going to have fun doing it and nobody is going to stop me. We’ll start off slow.” Leslie says patting your head.
You begin to cry and for whatever reason in your grasp for hope in this hopeless situation you call out for Bobby.
“Bobby?” Leslie chuckles and then moves over to the part of the table where your legs are spread open and he gets between them while undoing his belt.
“I’m afraid he’s not here to help you blondie. I will say that I’ve never considered this before, but since this is a unique situation… is my dick bigger than my nephew’s? I guess you can be the judge.”
What Leslie proceeds to do to you next is horrible and degrading.
Then it gets worse.
And worse.
And worse.
The next day, what’s left of you (which isn’t much) is cooked and wrapped up for sandwiches. What isn’t used for lunchmeat is tossed in the trash.
And that is the story of you.
Lilith undoes your straps and you’re soon free. You sit up, stretch and then make out like you’re about to fall.
“Oh shit.” You say and Lilith quickly comes to your aid to prevent you from “falling.”
“Whoa, easy there, you o…” Lilith starts to say and then you elbow her in the face.
Lilith falls to the floor and you grab a particularly sadistic looking knife from the table. Lilith is remarkable quick to recover because by the time you’ve done all this, she’ already run to the door and opened it.
“LESLIE!” she shouts before you manage to grab her hair and put the knife to her throat.
“Don’t move. I don’t want to kill you, but I will to get out of here.” You warn.
“This was a very stupid thing to do Suzy. If you’d cooperated you would’ve gotten out of here in a few days at most. Now you’ve sealed your own death certificate.”
“Quiet! Now I’m taking your vehicle, so I’m going to need your keys. After I grab those I’ll be leaving and if YOU cooperate you won’t get hurt. So you better tell me where we’re going and NOT shout for help again!” You say.
“(Sigh) Fine. I have my keys with me in my pocket. We just have to go to the vehicle. This way.” Lilith says and the pair of you leave the room.
You constantly look around thinking you’re going to see Lilith’s brother coming around a corner, but so far nothing. Lilith tells you which way to go and eventually you’re heading up the stairs. It’s at this point Lilith starts talking shit again.
“You’re not getting away with this you know. My brother’s going to stop you before you can escape and when that happens…well you think things were going bad in your life before? You’re going to soon learn that they’re going to be infinitely worse.”
“Yeah well I haven’t seen him yet. I guess he didn’t hear you. Probably too busy with his experiments or whatever fucked up shit you two do here. Christ, your family is fucked up.”
Lilith laughs.
“Yes, and that apparently that didn’t stop you from dating one of us.” She says.
“That was different!” you snap.
“Of course it was. Extreme situations tend to create unusual pairings. Such as the one you and Bobby had. Although I think it was more unusual for him rather than for you given how much of a slave he is to some of my family’s sillier traditions.”
You get to the ground floor.
“Bobby saved you like some damsel in distress from your mean old serial killer uncle. Makes sense you’d latch on to him the way you did. In a way you’re very much like one of those fairly tale princesses locked away in a tower, except in your case, you locked yourself away in your basement. Bobby was your Prince Charming.”
You continue to ignore Lilith’s ramblings.
“Now of course you still KNEW what Bobby was, but you willingly looked past that. Why? Was it love? No, even if you thought it was at first. If it was love you would’ve married him in his compound instead of being here. Was it low self esteem? Possibly. But even as introverted as you are, you’re still a very pretty girl and you have to know that on some level…I mean even YOU aren’t that stupid.”
“Will you shut up?”
“Not to mention you seem to be fine by yourself. Even Bobby mentioned that you seemed to prefer your own company when you weren’t with him. So where does that leave us Suzy? Why would you willingly date someone from a family as fucked up as ours? Do you know the answer?”
“Shut the hell up, I don’t care! Just tell me where the front fucking door is!” you exclaim.
“Next two rooms to the right.”
Lilith is quiet again and you make it to the front door. Still no sign of Leslie, so far so good. When you open the door, Lilith once again starts getting chatty.
“Since our time together is almost at an end, I guess I’ll tell you the answer. You went with Bobby because deep down underneath all that apathy you’re just as fucked up as the rest of us.”
“That’s not even remotely true.”
“Oh, just because you were merely looking away from my nephew’s murderous deeds, that somehow makes you less fucked up? That’s classic enabling behavior, not to mention your co-dependency during your relationship with Bobby. Hell, before Bobby came into your life, you were pretty detached from the real world and lived in your own made up reality anyway. I’d say under a different sort of extreme circumstance, you’d easily turn into a killer like your uncle especially since from what I’ve heard the rest of your own family isn’t exactly well adjusted either. Didn’t one of them kill his whole family before shooting himself?”
You press the blade closer to Lilith’s throat to the point that it draws blood.
“You keep talking and you’re going to find that THIS extreme situation is the one that turns me into my fucking uncle, so keep fucking talking and you’re going to be the first fucking victim!”
Your threat finally shuts Lilith up.
You make your way to the truck, still looking around Leslie, but you don’t see anything. Eventually you get to the truck.
“Alright, very slowly grab the keys out of your pocket. Drop them in my other hand and I’ll release you.”
Lilith complies with your orders and as soon as you have the keys you toss her to the ground hard. You then open up the door and suddenly feel a hand grab one of your upper ankles and then a sharp blade cutting into where the tendon would be. You scream out in pain and fall on the driveway pavement. Then another hand grabs your other ankle and you feel a blade cut into your other tendon. Meanwhile Lilith has recovered and taken away the knife you dropped. She stands over you while you scream in pain.
An older man with completely white and wild hair crawls out from under the truck. He wears a bloody lab coat and goes over to Lilith and asks if she’s okay and remarks on her neck, she nods that she is fine.
You roll over and try to stand, but find it’s quite impossible with your tendons sliced the way they are. You’re bleeding all over the place and the fear of what’s coming next is overwhelming your physical agony.
“Told you my brother would help me. I knew he would. He’s my Prince Charming after all. Hm. I suppose because it’s drilled into our heads when we’re little that on some level we all like to be rescued. A big strong man charging in to save the day and all that chivalrous patriarchal nonsense, but on some level it’s still sort of hot.” Lilith says and then gives her brother a long kiss and hugs him.
You try to crawl away, since you can’t even stand at this point, but you don’t get far.
“Too bad nobody’s going to rescue you now though. Should’ve killed me instead of holding back…but then that’s always been your problem isn’t it? Squandering your potential.” You hear Lilith say and then what follows is a hefty kick to the back of your head. You black out.
When you wake up you’re firmly strapped to another table completely naked. This isn’t a regular surgical table though since your legs are spread apart.
“Oh…no…NO…NO!” you start to say and try to struggle free.
Your voice calls attention to Leslie who was currently hovering over another body on a different table.
“Oh good, you’re up. I wanted you to be before I started. My sister said it was imperative that you not be unconscious for whatever I have in store for you.”
You start screaming for help in vain and Leslie goes over to you and starts stroking your head.
“Now she did suggest that one of the things I should do is hand you over to a couple of my redneck assistants and let them have fun with you, but no. After you harmed my sister’s lovely neck with a blade, I think I should have ALL the honors. I’m going to do things. Bad things and I’m going to have fun doing it and nobody is going to stop me. We’ll start off slow.” Leslie says patting your head.
You begin to cry and for whatever reason in your grasp for hope in this hopeless situation you call out for Bobby.
“Bobby?” Leslie chuckles and then moves over to the part of the table where your legs are spread open and he gets between them while undoing his belt.
“I’m afraid he’s not here to help you blondie. I will say that I’ve never considered this before, but since this is a unique situation… is my dick bigger than my nephew’s? I guess you can be the judge.”
What Leslie proceeds to do to you next is horrible and degrading.
Then it gets worse.
And worse.
And worse.
The next day, what’s left of you (which isn’t much) is cooked and wrapped up for sandwiches. What isn’t used for lunchmeat is tossed in the trash.
And that is the story of you.
