#this is just a standalone piece for now? im not sure about timelines and stuff my brain doesnt work like that?

[myers-meadow]

This is the first piece of writing for my House of 1000 Corpses OC Meadow "Doe Eyes", this is her meeting with Blinky (@immortal-velociraptor s OC) and how she became part of the family!

The hand of the artist is gentle with its creation.

“We don’t often keep ones like you around,” grinned Otis, tugging at the ropes binding my torso to the chair. Saying anything would be futile thanks to the rag in my mouth – so instead I stared at him with all the fierceness I could manage. The stretch in the corners of my mouth was growing from annoying to outright uncomfortable. Otis leaned forward again, his long hair brushing the ticklish inner part of my arm and I jolted from the sensation.

Suddenly, a chipper voice from behind. “Otis, did you take my Black Sabbath cd?” It was Baby.

At that, the man pulled the gag down – no consideration for my soreness, and stepped around me to address Baby.

“I ain’t have it, can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Busy doin’ what?” Baby retorted. I could envision her clearly, hands on her hips, staring him down. I stretched my cheek muscles and wet my cracked lips.

“I think he’s gonna kill me,” I spoke up, mouth dry, “but then you won’t be able to play with me anymore, Baby.”

A hand fell onto my head, she walked around me and having her attention on me felt like balancing on a tightrope. She pet my hair, then pouted before she spoke. “And we wouldn’t like that, would we? What a sweetheart, to consider my feelings. Unlike you, you brute!”

Otis, moving around the room now, twisted the knife in his hand. They shared a look that made me shift in my restraints. I was on outsider in this interaction, only a by-thought in whatever schemes the family came up with. The only thing worse than one of them, was both of them, so the way Baby twirled a lock of loose hair around her finger made my heart beat in my throat.

Then she said: “I do like you, sweet thing, but I also like Otis. And I think I like him more.”

Otis’ grin was all teeth. “Hear that sugar? Looks like we’re gonna have lotta fun, you ‘n me.”

“I’ll leave you to it then. I’ll go ask Tiny if he’s seen the cd.” With that, Baby left the room, shutting the door behind her.

“Why the long face? With me at least you’ll keep all your fingers.” Turning to the radio on a dresser, he turned it on. “Don’t worry, I know how to treat a nice little lady like you,” and he laughed something nasty. He didn’t like the music that played, so he turned it off again and sat down to leaf through his cd collection. After a while – I struggled in the ropes until my wrists were too sore to continue – he left the room without another word. Perhaps that was the worst of it – being ignored so casually. As if the presence they demand by keeping me around bored them after just a couple minutes.

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When Otis returned, he found another member of the family sitting on his bed, kicking their legs, a palette of face paint next to them. It was Blinky who found me in his absence. The brush that painted a little tear by my eye was cold. They had painted my entire face already, these were just the finishing touches.

“Otis,” they said, hopping off the bed, when they spotted him standing in the doorway. “Look!”

With a wild gesture, they pointed to me, and Otis walked around the chair. His eyebrows were raised.

“I like her, she has pretty doe eyes. Perhaps we can keep ‘er a little longer?”

Otis groaned, then stared down at Blinky, and the rest of their conversation was unspoken. He shrugged, and left the room, mumbling unfriendly things.