I started running through the lot to get back to the main school building. Everything looked so real...was set up to a tee of the actual thing and it had my mind doubting what the fuck was going on. That, in addition to everything that had happened...all from that first time I saw Freddy. Where the fuck was he? I had never had a panic attack or severe emotional breakdown, but I felt to be on the brink of one or the other of both.

"Hello?" my voice sounded loudly in the empty hallway as I entered.

I paused just inside the doors, waiting to see if I could hear anything at all. Some hint of Freddy. The clinking metal of his glove, the shift in scenery to the boiler room, his laugh...but there was absolutely nothing. No sign of him nor anybody nor anything. Just the empty school. I had long since abandoned my weapon, focusing solely on finding my friend... The only person I had... Especially now. Nobody else would ever want me... They'd never understand me anyway. Not would anyone else ever embrace even the weirdest, darkest parts of me.

My heart had stopped beating so heavily from panic and now I was left with only chest heaving, mouth panting. I shook my head. No, he wouldn't... He couldn't... I couldn't be all alone... Not again... Not like this... Shaking my head once more, I pressed through the aches in my legs and the soreness in my lungs and began ducking into room after room after room until I had journeyed through the entire building, leaving a trail of open doors and hollow classrooms behind. Nothing. No one. And I was exhausted. Physically, mentally... This was enough. I gave up.

I sunk to the floor just outside my favorite class, history. The professor had always been so kind. He had a passion for teaching that was lost on the likes of these ungrateful teenagers. All of them...so ungrateful. Taking the things they had for granted. Parents who loved them, who let them express themselves, be themselves, be kids... The smallest things like being able to date, to fall in love... Even just hanging out with friends, go to a party... Speak to their mother without being afraid you'd forget to say ma'am and be hit or otherwise punished... Just little things...

So many little things...

Added up to something terrible...

My life had eaten me alive...

And I wasn't even an adult... Now, my life was over... I was alone. There was nobody. No chance of me ever finding someone. Not after... I had destroyed what few chances I had had of ever having a decent or even passable life after what I'd done today.

My face furrowed and my eyes were wet even before I began crying, sobbing, weeping... My legs had been straight on the floor in front of me, but in my despair, I tried to lift them to clutch my knees against my chest... Only to be met with the sound of clinking metal. My mind jumped to the thought of Freddy, thinking it was his glove I heard, but a weight on my lap cleared my brain of it. There, laying on my thighs... Was the assault rifle again.

Guess it was my turn now...

Shaky hands took hold of the gun. It was a pretty large weapon so turning it on myself wasn't quite as simple as it seemed. I managed to rotate it though, taking a few choking breaths as I put the tip of the barrel into my mouth, pushing it as far back as I could and pointing it up at my skull. Then I worked on keeping a grip on the gun while positioning it in my lap and against the floor.  My finger found the trigger...

Now the moment I both feared and longed for was here...I was not afraid to die or of the pain. I only hoped it didn't pass too quickly....I wanted to feel pain...physical pain that I allowed...that I could control and keep from hurting me deeply like the rest...

One...

Last...

Time.

Click.

It didn't fire. I tightened my mouth around the barrel and my tongue was met with something sharp. My eyes shot open and I looked down the rifle...except it wasn't there. In my mouth instead was....Freddy's bladed pointer finger. His glove lay disembodied in my lap. I separated my lips from the knife, simultaneously reaching a hand to try to pick the weapon up, only to be met with the rest of Freddy's body appearing directly atop me. I squeaked, causing my tongue to once more be pressed against the blade in my mouth, as his face came to light just in front of me.

"Ahaaah. Heheheh," he chuckled with a smirk. "Not quite rid of me," his knee pressed hard between my thighs, pressing up into me.

I squirmed. That bastard. He did it on purpose, didn't he? I wanted so much to be angry at him for toying with me in such a cruel way, but I couldn't. It was who he was and I was far too happy to see him. I needed to quit doubting so much... Every time things took a negative turn, I was afraid about everything. I ran back to questioning reality and each time, I was proven the same things were real. I wasn't insane. I was unable to refrain from smiling, entirely relieved that he was there. My lips curled around the blade in my mouth and he stuck the blade in further, scratching into the back of my throat.

"You did well, little girl," he grinned, "Now let Daddy spoil you."

His other hand grabbed onto my hair, pulling it to the side as he let the knife fall out of my mouth. Standing, he began dragging me down the hallway by my head. My hands darted up to take hold of his. The pain in my head felt like my scalp would be ripped off. I groaned as he continued to pull, but we only made it several feet before I instinctively started kicking my legs to gain power over myself again. When I did, he abruptly stopped, dropping my hair and I barely managed to catch myself and keep it from hitting the floor. I took in heavy breaths and flung my locks out of my face.

We were in the boiler room, Freddy standing before me, slowly lifting his hands into the air as if commanding ghosts around him to emerge. And they did. The bloodied forms of every kid I had just slain were suddenly all around me. I gazed around at all of them. Each face held a different expression of terror or sadness. I grinned as I picked myself from the ground, standing and stepping forward into the crowd. Then, one final person appeared and walked right up to me. He stared me coldly in the eyes.

"Go home, Frankie," Phil growled at me.

I stared back, "I am home."

"Go home, Frankie!!!" he yelled, his head starting to bleed, bruises appearing everywhere I had hit him before he died.

And in my hands came his baseball bat which I immediately used to slug him to the ground. The phantom fell onto his back, motionless. I expected the body to vanish, but as I gazed upon it, blood began to pool... On his groin. It soaked his pants in a dark red. I went forward, placing my foot directly upon his crotch and putting all of my weight on it as I glared up at Freddy.

"What are you doing?" I laughed, glancing around at the other ghosts. "Guilting me won't do a goddamn thing...because I don't feel guilty."

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Freddy's cackle dispersed the others, including the one beneath me. "That's my girl!" he shook his curled glace and me then instantly was in front of me again, left arm curled around my waist and pulling me close. "Although..." he whispered, clicking blades in my face as the hand behind me reached up and grabbed my hair again; a slight moan escaped my then open jaw. "If you're going to serve me... You'll need to know when to shut your mouth!"

His bladed fingers slid between my barely parted lips, forcing my mouth open further as he pressed the knife down hard onto my tongue, cutting into it, causing me to wince and whine. I began fighting against his grip. My hands, still free, grabbed hold of his dirty sweater, pulling at his chest. I watched him smile as he continued to slice into my tongue, yanking my head back by my hair. That forceful motion that jerked my head, also jerked his blades through the final bit of my tongue, tearing it in two, making my throat fill with blood. Just as I started to choke on the metallic plasma, he let go of me, removing blades from my mouth as he pushed me back onto the ground.

I spat the blood onto the floor, coughing as my tongue continued to bleed. I yelped, but the movement only made the burning wound sting that much more so I started softly whining until I became used to the feeling and over the initial shock. When I quieted, I could hear Freddy laughing. I looked up at him just as he came closer to me. Throwing his empty hand in the air at me, a white cloth appeared in my mouth, filling it and gagging me. I could feel my blood start soaking it and then gradually stopping. Before I could respond other than to put eyes back on him, he was inches from me, taking his belt off...

I leaned back to sit on my knees with legs bent under me and kept observing, catching my breath through my nose. His eyes were gazing down on me, his face was straight as he finished removing the leather strap. He held it before him, folding it, and then taking hold of both ends to furl it and making a cracking sound. I blinked but stayed still. His raspy voice purred through barred teeth as he dropped one hand from the belt. My eyes widened and my breath caught when his arm reared back and soon my cheek was met with an intense smack as he hit me with the thick leather.

My head twisted to the side and I moaned through my gag. I hadn't a moment to look back before he struck me again in the same spot and then again and again, hardly allowing any time for recovery from the previous blow. It felt as if my skin was melting with each strike and the belt was peeling my skin. The teeth underneath the skin there began to feel sore and my head was shaking on the inside. I began falling to my side, my legs uncurling from beneath me and hands reaching up to my face, only to receive the same burning hit. Then the attack stopped. My eyes peered through my still raised hands. Freddy stood over me, arms crossed, an eyebrow raised.

My chest was heaving. It was hard to keep my breath with only being able to breathe through my nose. I lowered my hands, suddenly feeling embarrassed that I had raised them at all. I could take this. This wasn't near unbearable. And the pain was already fading. I sat up again, hands on floor and grinned as best I could at him, being sure to move my eyes in a matching manner to make sure he saw the gesture. He smiled as well and uncrossed his arms, letting the belt fall back to its full length. He stepped forward and placed the buckle on the rag in my mouth. Grabbing the other end of the belt, he situated it around my head, pulling it tight through the loop of the buckle and then tying it off. The leather was surely making an indent in my flesh if not cutting it...

When he leaned back enough that I could see our surroundings, we were in some sort of chamber. A dingy room that seemed to still be part of the boiler room we'd been in before. There was a large steel oven, it looked like, on one side and an unclothed mattress in the middle. He stepped away from me, pointing a blade my way and curling it. I knew the signal and immediately obeyed by standing and walking closer. When I was beside him, he flung me down onto the mattress. I made a small sound, rolling over onto my back and waiting.

He jumped on top of me, forcing my legs apart with his. Taking his claw, he quickly slashed through my clothes. I had made a point of wearing a light T-shirt and short skirt that day. Well, as short as I had... With a wave of his hands, he commanded the torn fabric away from my body, leaving me bare before him. It was the first time I had actually been completely naked around anyone, but somehow I wasn't self-conscious at all. I wasn't nervous, but...anticipated what he would do next.

Freddy slowly eyed my naked body up and down. I hoped that I looked good to him... He laid his glove on my stomach, lightly scratching my skin at first. The touch was teasing and my back arched, wanting more. He lifted again and obliged by carefully digging the tips of those knives into my my abdomen and then tearing slowly up to my chest, retrieving the claws once they reached my collarbone. My hands were once more grabbing at the man on top of me, but as soon as his own hands were done, he pinned me down by my wrists and lowered himself further into me.

I stared into his eyes, the same soft chaotic mess that they always were. The closer he got to me, the more my legs parted and I found myself wrapping them around his waist. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, his clothes rubbing against the fresh wounds on my front and causing them to burn. I moaned loudly even with the gag still in place; my back arched again. Suddenly, I felt that he was bare too. But only below. Otherwise, he remained dressed. He rubbed himself against me with a soft chuckle. Then he reached down, positioning himself so that his tip was between my lower lips. He smirked at me and growled lowly before jolting his hips so he was within me. In one thrust...

And it didn't feel the same as Phil had. It was much...more. Everything was so tight, it was like my walls expanded greater than what was normal. He had to be huge! He barred his teeth as he began pulling out, hitting inside me just as hard as the first time and he did this over and over. With each movement, I felt tighter, wetter... I didn't even think it was possible. I started writhing, gently pulling against my restrained positions as he kept going and going. My breathing was picking up and I was sweating...moaning...aching...

His motions became faster and I started to feel the same sensation as before...but stronger. I was so close to orgasm. My eyes rolled back and I put thoughts on my stomach...the cuts being agitated with his body rubbing against mine. I recalled the burning of my face as he struck it with the belt and the taste of blood, almost choking on it after he split my tongue... It was all too much. Just as my eyes opened to see him again, I came. My inside exploded and my vision blurred, blacking out momentarily from pleasure. He must have felt it because he immediately pulled out, the sudden separation physically painful to my over-sensitized clit and walls.

Watching him, I moaned loudly, gasping behind the gag. He lifted his body from me, hands let go of my wrists and he used them to push my legs back down for him to put his own over, inching up nearer to my face. I glanced down, seeing that he was, in fact, huge and he was still hard. I heard him chuckle and my gaze was on his face once more. He reached down and untied the belt, removing the bloody gag from my mouth.

I inhaled sharply; my body desperate to catch more air. He allowed me to take a few deep breaths before ordering me, "Suck on your tongue."

I didn't understand the command, but did what he said nonetheless. The burning pain didn't bother me. It did, however, feel weird to basically have two tongues. Then, the pieces started bleeding again. I stopped at the sudden sensation. That must have been what he wanted. I opened my mouth, letting a few drips of blood escape. He grinned, made one last movement toward me and took hold of himself. He then forced his dick into my mouth and started the same thrusting motion as before.

He easily filled me there, too, even hitting the back of my throat which did more to make me feel gagged than the rag had. He grabbed the top of my head and eased my lips back and forth over him. My eyes darted in between his face and his groin. Crimson was pushing out of my mouth, running over my lips and down the rest of him. I was just beginning to get over the sublime numbness of orgasm as he started forcing harder and faster into my mouth, grazing and burning my tongue. The weight of him sitting on my chest and the lack of regular air supply during it all was making it extremely difficult to breathe and I thought I would pass out.

However, he finally moaned himself, slowing his movement. With all the blood and saliva, I barely felt his cum shoot into my throat. He paused there, as if regaining himself before slowly pulling out and inching back away from me, eyes on mine the entire time.

"Good girl," he purred as he sat between my legs, his own bent beneath him.

I smiled, swallowing all the fluid in my mouth. I stayed silent as I continued to gain control of my lungs. I tried to move my legs...to shift my hips into a more comfortable position, but a claw bearing down on my crotch stopped me. I looked back up at Freddy, who was smirking deviously. He trailed his blades down onto my mound, poking them between my lips. I jumped at the prick against the sensitive area, but did my best to remain motionless. He began laughing very lowly as he pushed the blades into the skin. I squeaked, fighting back against my instinct to fight as I felt myself start bleeding.

I was panting again and squealing, but the man didn't relent. Instead, he pushed more. I could feel the blades sliding inside of me, tearing into my walls. The pain was excruciating. It was so much more than I had ever experienced and I couldn't remain still. I began screaming, crying, flailing arms and legs in an attempt to sit up and resist... It was no use. I only fell back onto the mattress, writhing and squealing. I stared down just as his claw pierced through my stomach from the inside. Blood spewed, splashing his face and mine and I could hear, could see him cackling maniacally. But slowly, my arms fell. My legs fell. My squeals became quiet cries then fell completely silent. My lungs stopped filling and my whole body fell cold, then numb...paralyzed. The last thing to leave was my vision. Right after everything turned black, I heard one last thing.

"And now you're mine forever."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:: Chapter originally written 4/13/2016
Chapter rewritten 11/6/2017