I fixed Leatherface's plate carefully. I placed fried fingers on the side, cooked onions, and a rib.

He better like this. I felt more free since the chain was taken off.

Drayton used the kitchen after me, cooked the rest of the family food, and laid the plates down.

I walked in a gulped. I set the plate down in front of Leatherface and waited.

There was...

Another plate beside him. I sat down nervously as they all began to eat. An old man sat at the end of the table, frail and empty looking.

"Grandpa, ol' Leatherface got himself a girl. Gonna lead on the family legacy!" Nubbins cackles.

I nervously look at Leatherface who also nervously shrugs as he slowly chews his food.

The old man manages a frail smile. He be lookin' like a stale cracker.

"S-C-E-X." Plate head whispers.

The fuck? Hillbillies.

This was worse than my boyfriend meeting my parents. Instead it's me getting forced into a relationship with a serial killer.

I took a bite, used to the taste, and slowly chewed.

"Idiot-"

"Idr-r-ris." I corrected.

"Idrist, you're gonna be in Bubba's room now." Drayton said with his mouth full of human.

"It's Idr-r-ris- oh nevermind. Also, what?" I did a double take.

Leatherface excitedly tapped his hands on the table.

"Wait wait wait. I'm not gonna be in the basement anymore?" I asked.

"No. Shut up." Nubbins said, spitting food at me.

I wipe the food off my face and throw my fork at him.

"Fuck you!" I hiss.

"Bitch!" Nubbins gets up and grabs my hair.

"Ow!"

Leatherface quickly reacts and pulls him back and keeps one hand on my shoulder to keep me down.

"I will fucking kill you!" I snap, lunging up and trying to grab Nubbins.

Leatherface tried to keep us apart but I eventually climb on his shoulders and managed to get a good smack on Nubbins.

"That was fo-r-rrr pinching my ass!" I scream.

Leatherface lets out a frustrated grunt and wraps his arms around me. He had surprisingly strong arms. Probably from slinging the chainsaw around so much.

"Wooooheeee, she's a keeper!" Drayton laughed.

Everyone was getting a hoot out of this.

"Fuck you guys!" I shout, trying to wiggle off Leatherface's shoulder.

He refused to let me down but finally he sets me on me feet and shakes his head in almost a begging manner.

"Okay, okay." I said, straightening my ripped up shirt.

I sat down again and everything was fairly peaceful until we all finished.

Before I could even get up, Leatherface clipped the chain on my collar.

"Ugh." I groaned.

Leatherface pulled the chain until I got up and followed him to, what I assumed, his room.

"Hehehe, they gonna-"

I stopped listening.

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Leatherface's room was... interesting. He had a somewhat odd bed. A place where he made his human skin masks.

And some old odd drawings.

"Um."

He unclipped the chain and sat down at his desk and started sewing something immediately. I nervously looked around.

"Can I sit on your-r-r-r bed?" I ask softly.

He nods quickly, busy with his work.

I bite my lip and sat down on his bed that was surprisingly not that dirty. Maybe some leaves and a spot of dry blood on one spot but otherwise not too bad.

At this point, I was adapted to living this way. I wasn't bothered about being in my underwear or my hair being all matted.

Hmmm.

"Hey? Can I bor-r-rr-rrrow some scissorr-rr-r-rs?" I ask, my stutter acting up worse.

Leatherface looked at me and tilted his head.

"I wanna cut my hair-r-r." I say.

He quickly shakes his head.

"Ugh." I lay back on his bed.

I look outside and see the sun setting and my eyes started getting tired. I stretch and take my shirt off and throw it on the floor. Now just being in my bra and underwear I snuggle in the bed. He's probably gonna just sew all night.

I yawn tiredly.

Feeling my humanity slowly leaking away and being replaced by this cannibal life style...

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I woke up fairly early and turned over to get comfy. I froze. My back was against someone else. I felt rough hands traveling up my stomach and down my leg.

"Leather-r-r-rr-r..." I mumble, feeling my cheeks heat up incredibly red from his hands touching me.

"I thought you wer-r-re gonna wor-rk?" I yelp as his hand touch the underside of my breast.

I quickly turn over and look up at him. He still had a mask on but didn't have his apron and tie on.

He thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Why me?" I ask.

Leatherface tilts his head.

"You could've got any gir-r-rl you want and you choose me?" I raise my eyebrow.

He taps in my chest where my heart is.

"Huh-uh." I nod, not really getting what he meant.

I tried to wiggle out of his hands but he tightens his hold. As he does he squishes my breast, causing me to yelp out in pain.

"Don't touch me ther-r-re! You fucking hillbilly!" I snap.

He gets a little annoyed and leans over me and pins me against the bed. His breath was hot against my face and made me squirm uncontrollably in discomfort.

"Mother-r-r-rrr-r.... fucker-r-r." I growl.

I manage to knee him in the groan and he jumps up and whimpers over his 'little boy parts'.

"Oh suck it up!" I growl, sitting to an up position.

I lay my back in a comfy way against the pillows as Leatherface mumbled and glared at me.

"So. Am I part of the family?" I raised my eyebrows.

Leatherface nodded, forgetting the knee to the groin.

"Is a house? Cause... everything is so... dirty and.... smells like dirt. The only thing holding is the ceiling. Barely." I say.

Leather shrugs, not caring.

I crinkle my nose but smile slightly.

My last drip of being a normal human now crumbling to nothing....