What the Cat Dragged In…

WARNING! CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING: Sexual violence, sexual abuse, physical abuse, gore, cannibalism, bondage, torture.

“What have you dragged in on this dreary night dear Winifred?” Says the elegantly dressed man dripping with demented fascination. He holds a drink in his hand.

Winnie, tall blond with radiant skin performing spectacularly to conceal her age, goes over to this man, and they embrace and affectionately kiss. They detach but stand arm-in-arm. 

“This is Angie, she was on the train with me that got stuck in the storm. I saw her sitting alone in the coffee shop. She looked so cute and helpless, I thought why not wait out the storm here, with us, where its warm and dry and safe from all the monsters that come out at night.” They both snicker.

Angie anxiously shuffles in place, her left hand grips her right, popping her thumb in and out of its socket. A poorly healed injury becoming a nervous habit.  

It was true what she said, Angie had been sitting alone in the BlackCat Coffee Shop when Winnie found her. She was stranded with no one to call, and no money. And Winnie came out of nowhere. She sat down and started talking. Angie is a closed off individual. It takes a lot to get her to open up and show any emotion. But within minutes Winnie had broken through Angie’s walls. She had her talking. About her life, and her foster parents. And her cheating boyfriend. Everything. They connected. This strange, beautiful woman had struck something inside of Angie. She felt powerless in her hands. Angie didn’t so much accept the offer to stay with her, she obeyed a command. 

“Angie, it’s such a pleasure to meet you, you may call me Roland and welcome to our home!” Roland says offering a salutatory gesture with his drinking arm. 

“Let me show where you can clean up and put your stuff down.” Winnie steps over to take Angie’s arm and leads her up the stairs. 

From the time the two large doors latched behind her, Angie has felt an oddness. Maybe it’s because this house is larger than her high school, or maybe because she has grown too tough of an exterior to have faith in the trust and kindness of strangers. Or maybe there is something odd about this house and these people. 

They walk through a hallway of small statues on pedestals interspersed between several identical doors, Winnie opens one and flips on a light. Nothing particular about this room. A guest room in a house large enough to have several. A king sized bed, flanked by night tables. Wadrobe in the corner, and a door to a full bath.

“Freshen up. Come down and join us.” Winnie says then leaves the room. Angie drops her bag and peels the soaked sweatshirt from her body. She unbuttons the flannel underneath exposing a bra and a bare midsection. A perpetual point of insecurity. Winnie abruptly comes back through the door with small stack of towels. Angie instinctively covers up.

“Oh, terribly sorry, but you needn’t feel bashful.” Winnie says, dropping the towels on the bed and stepping towards Angie. “You can feel safe with me, I only bite a little .” A seductive smile grows. 

Angie locks into Winnie’s eyes, inhales deep, relaxes her arms and lets her shirt fall open. Her skin prickles as Winnie fingers one side of her shirt and gently pulls it open exposing more skin. Angie’s breath releases in a shiver. Winnie let’s go of her shirt, inches forward, and kisses her. Angie kisses back with force, pressing hard into Winnie’s body. Winnie pushes her off and ends the kiss with a bite on Angie’s lip. A small drop of blood beads up, Winnie licks it off.

“Food…downstairs if you’re hungry, and a nightcap if you’re old enough.” Winnie says with a wink and leaves.  

Angie collapses into the bed, shakes and lets out a moan into a pillow. She has never experienced a sensation like that. Her skin, her muscles, her body, her soul, all feel like melted candlewax.  

Angie turns on the water in the claw foot tub. She pulls the silver knob and the shower bursts open. The hot streams of water bathe her in serenity as she relives the last sixty seconds over and over again.

Along with towels, Winnie had also left a recommendation for an outfit. Angie thought it could be silk by how soft and light it felt. She held it up and a long, pearl white,dress unfurled down with ease and grace. A sleeveless, low cut style didn’t match with the kind of night outside, but if Winnie had set this out for her, she clearly had wanted her to wear it, and right now there was little Angie would not do for her.  

Angie follows the sounds of voices, and appears in the doorway of a mid century styled lounge, where her hosts are seated. A fire burns. She steps up to speak.

“Than-…”

A crash of thunder outside snaps the power out inside. The room suddenly dark. This lasts a moment and the lights are back on

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.” Angie says embarrassed.

“By all means, never an intrusion around here, we are an open book. But I think the Gods are telling us to get this party moving. So ladies allow me. Roland moves to the bar. Angie sits in a couch opposing that of Winnie.

Winnie touts Rolands mixology skills. He comes over with a tray of drinks. They are served in a low tumbler and are a dark red in color.  

“I picked up with this stuff down in South America. It makes Absinthe look like cough syrup. Straight up it tastes like day old piss, but in the right hands,” he takes a sip “…delicious and potent.” Roland says proudly handing out the other two glasses.

Angie takes a sip and surprised to find that it is indeed delicious. Time will tell on its potency. 

Winnie offers her glass up to cheers and the threesome clink glasses. Angie takes a healthy drink.

“Angie, I think it’s time for a little honesty here from Roland and myself. You see, we have a…special…arrangement. And well, while it may seem a bit random bringing you here, I had seen you on the train, and took a unique liking to you. The storm was a happy-accident. Luckily Roland, shares my predilections, so I knew he would have no problem with me bringing home some…dessert. So, Angie care to explore your darkest desires?” Winnie licks then bites her lip.

 Would Angie be honest with herself in this moment? Could she trust these people she just met, that now want to have sex with her? She took a hefty drink before she found an answer. 

But the answer never came. She put her glass down and felt a knot building in her throat. She tries to clear it, but her mouth goes dry, and its difficult to swallow. Her lips go numb.

“Was there peach in this because I am allergic…”Angie slobbers out this last bit of coherency.

“Looks like someone’s starting without us…”Roland says, almost in a chuckle.

Angie can’t keep the room straight. The laughter of her hosts grow deeper and deeper, sounding like the cackles of demons in her ears, and the world fades dark and silent. 

The black fades back out to reveal a hot sunny sky. Angie is floating, rising higher and higher. A cloud flies over and scoops her up. She lays in plush, as the cloud swirls back down and rests in clear turquoise ocean. Gentle waves rock the cloud back and forth like a mother and child. This must be heaven, Angie thought. But heaven comes crashing back to earth by intense searing pain of teeth ripping through her flesh. 

Her eyes snap back to reality. 

She’s on the floor.  

The drugs - in the drink - limit her muscle control. She feels the weight of Roland on top of her. His face is buried in her chest. He gnaws at her like a rat. 

With one outstretched arm she finds a drink glass on the floor, and smashes it into the side of Rolands head latched onto her left breast. He tumbles off her, grabbing his bloody face. 

Angie is still too paralyzed to do more than wriggle on the floor. Winnie comes back in the room.

“Holy Shit, Jesus Christ Roland! What the Fuck! You greedy impatient little fuck,” Winnie screams. “I told you, you didn’t give her enough! Did you even wait for her to be fully out!”

 Roland rolls around in pain. She shakes her head in disapproval and looks over at Angie. 

“Apologies for my brother. He can get a bit worked up when he sees something he just must have. One way or another he always gets it.” Winnie gives Angie a seductive wink implying their incestuous relationship was a result of this determination. 

“The little bitch knocked out two of my teeth.” The man of the hour chimes in. 

Winnie huffs and leaves the room. Angie hears several drawers and cabinets opening, the last one sounds like a fridge or freezer door. Winnie comes back with an ice pack for Roland, a towel for Angie, and a first aid kit. Winnie takes a large antiseptic gauze pad from the kit. She cleans and dresses the gnawed out gash on Angie’s breast. 

“He’s had all his shots I can promise you.” 

Winnie looks into Angie’s eyes like a young lover. Angie can’t help but stare back. If she wasn’t so terrified, she’d be turned on. 

“Well, beautiful it looks like you’re going to be sticking around a little longer.” Winnie gives a comforting kiss on the forehead and a poke from a syringe in the arm. For the second time tonight, Angie’s world is awash in black. 

Angie’s trip is less vivid than her previous. Again she is riding a wave, but these waves are dark, black. The waves fiercely crashed into a rock wall. She feels her body being pulled and thrown effortlessly. Her sensations tumble as the waves crash higher and higher, with greater force each time. Pressure builds, trying to break out, ready to burst. One last crash of waves, the wall breaks and her body erupts in ecstasy. At the same time, a lighting bolt of pain strikes straight through her. Angie had never felt such extreme emotion’s simultaneously. She opens her eyes.

She’s in a different room, lying in a bed.  

She can’t move her arms or legs, but feels restraints on her wrists and ankles. She’s stills in the dress, blood and all. But the most alarming thing is Winnie picking her head up from between Angie’s legs. Blood dripping from her mouth and chin. Winnie takes a satisfying chew of something in her mouth and swallows. Her finger then wipes the blood from her mouth and sucks it clean, before climbing on top of Angie.  

Winnie is eye to eye with Angie, she licks the tip of Angie’s nose, a devious smile can’t leave her face. Angie still drugged and shocked in terror.

“MMMM…orgasm blood. To be honest, I’m more of a flesh girl. The high I experience when ripping through muscle and tissue of a body still warm and full of life, its unmatched. My early life was plagued by hunger, an indulgent void I could never satisfy. Roland felt it too. We tried all sorts, each one more depraved than the last. But none scratched that itch deep in our soul like the experience of eating a partner mid-coitus. “

“I lust for the power in your body, I need to feel it inside of me. I desire to tear apart your twisting shaking body and swallow you raw as you are experiencing ultimate pleasure. It’s taking me years to bite down at the precise moment of climax, when the heart beats at its strongest and your body releases all its hormones, endorphins and dopamine. You are so euphoric, you didn’t realize. I’d bitten off of piece of your labia.” Winnie laughs with delight, rolls off of Angie and exits the room, closing the door behind her.

Angie regains her faculties quickly and gets to work feeing her self. She feels the drugs wearing off, and strength returning to her limbs. She pulls hard to slip loose the knots in the rope, but it’s no use. Working with her right hand, she squeezes down on her thumb til it pops out of its socket. Now her hand thin enough to fit the loop, slips free. She quickly unties her other arm and then legs.  

She creeps to the door and gently tries the knob. It turns with little resistance. Angie listens before opening, hearing nothing, she pulls open the door. The hallway is identical to the one she was brought through earlier, it looks clear. She puts her barefoot forward and begins her quiet escape. Looking to the left, the nearer side has a tall spiral staircase leading up. Stairs heading down are to the right, on the far side of the hallway. She goes right on slow a careful trek.  

Coming upon a door midway through, a scream from inside a room halts her. Its Roland. Winnie’s distinct voice follows. Angie peers through the cracked door to find Winnie nursing Roland’s face.

“Quit being a baby, I have to clean it up or else you’ll get infected. Then the girl will be spoiled by the time you can eat again.” Winnie says

“I don’t understand why we are wasting our time, she is a dud, let’s just get rid of her. She’s a liability.” Roland pleads through pain.

“Because my darling brother. I want to share her with you. I want to feel you inside of me, while I devour that succulent young thing. Don’t you want to make your sister happy? How about little baby sister takes that pain away.” Winnie says, as she goes to her knees and unbuckles Rolands pants.  

Angie revolted by this exchange shifts her weight in disgust, creaking a floorboard. This alerts Winnie and Roland, they stop their business and react. Winnie runs towards a door deeper in the room, while Roland rushes towards Angie, buckling his pants. Angie takes off towards the stairs, but Winnie appears out of a door, cutting her off.  

She stops to turn the other way, when Roland jumps at her.  

He grabs her, and she sinks her teeth into his hands. Blood gushes and Roland screams releasing his grip. Angie moves off of him and grabs an pewter bull resting on a pedestal and brings it down hard onto Roland’s head. He drops to his knees, and Angie comes down again crushing his skull. Winnie screams for her brother and runs after Angie.  

Angie takes flight towards the spiral staircase on the opposite end. She runs, ascending to the top, where a door opens up to the roof. A quick glance down sees Winnie spiraling up. Without hesitating, Angie steps out onto the roof. Rain still pours.  

The darkness of night has given way to an innocent blue as dawn approaches. 

The roof has a small flat surface that extends the length of the house, but only wide enough for a single person to walk at a time. Over the edge, the pitch of the house, and a steep fall. Angie goes out as far as she can, looking for an alternative down. Winnie emerges before she can find one. Lost in Winnie’s face is any sense of playfulness or foreplay. She lusts for blood. 

“Get away from me, you fucking psychotic vampire bitch!” Angie yells. 

“Hey I have neighbors!! You know, we could have had fun together Angie. I could have given you the greatest pleasure you would ever experience. But you had to be so narrow minded. So ungrateful.”

Angie, distracted, looks off to the eastern horizon. A bright glow rises, scorching away clouds, delivering a warm beam of light onto the roof. Angie looks back at Winnie, somewhat expectant. Winnie picks up on this.

“I am not a fucking Vampire!” Winnie snaps.

Angie shrugs.

Light rain still falls through rising sun. Winnie knows she must act quick, she lunges at Angie. Angie catches her and pushes her back. Winnie goes it again with more force. Angie spins out of the way, Winnie misses and teeters on the edge. She waves her arms frantic, hoping to fly, but her weight pulls her forward and she falls. Angie grabs a hold of the last thread of dress, Winnie’s toes scrape the slick pitched roof. She turns to look back at Angie. The fabric begins to tear. 

One last look into the each other’s eyes. Winnie winks, rips the fabric from Angie’s hands and plummets down. Her body impales on a Cupid statue below, the arrow explodes out of her chest.

Angie heads back inside. Stepping over the convulsing body of Roland. Making her way downstairs and out the door. 

The rain has let up, when she steps out. The sun fully risen and warming the day. Angie, drags her self to the gate at the end of the driveway. It won’t open. Angie determined not to be beaten by a gate, goes to the small box on the side, punches, grabs it with both hands and screams at it until the locks release and the doors open. 

Angie barefoot, soaking wet, but not defeated. Her once elegant dress, soaked through with blood. She marches herself down the sidewalk, putting distance between herself and the house. A train whistle blows in the distance.