“No,” I snapped out quickly, too quickly. Shit, I was being obvious. My face felt hot. How annoying.
“Mhm, sure,” Frankie rasped, grabbing my arm and twisting me against a tall arcade game. My back pressed into it and he was just so big, blocking me in. “Look at your cute blush,” he whispered to me.
“I’m not fucking cute, I’m cool,” I grumbled.
“You are the very coolest, Ramona. I could tell that as soon as you stepped through that red curtain.” Oh god, he was going to kiss me again. I was also still naked from the waist down and he was dragging metal claws up my thigh until I felt the pads of his fingers rubbing me just right. I gasped, gripping his arms to stay up.
“You like me,” Frankie teased.
“I don’t,” I gasped, my hips moving back and forth for more delicious friction. Those claws could nick. I felt them skimming over my thighs as he rubbed me so excellently. I didn’t care, I just didn’t want him to stop because I was going to come and it was going to be glorious.
“Are you fucking the animatronics now?” I heard Ray ask. I screamed, pleasure scurrying away like a frightened woodland animal in the presence of something god awful. And that god awful thing was my mom’s ex-husband, the person I hated most in the world, walking in on Frankie the fucking animatronic fingering me.
“You are fucking dead!” I screamed at him. Mostly because of me wanting to die of embarrassment but also because he’dpushed me out of the safe room I’d shown him in the hope my death would keep him alive.
“Hey!” Ray yelled out over his shoulder. “Frankie’s right here, Gus!”
“Where’s the other two?” I asked.
“Well Gus said I can live but the other two had to go,” he shrugged.
“Ramona, I don’t think I like your dad,” Frankie said.
“He’s not my fucking dad!” God, how many people were going to make that god awful assumption?
“Wait…he’s not?” Frankie asked. Ray jabbed his finger in Frankie’s direction.
“Is that thing fucking talking?” He asked, eyes bulging.
“He’s my mom’s ex and I’m disappointed he’s one of the survivors—” I didn’t even finish the sentence before Frankie lunged forward, sinking his claws right into Ray’s gut. Ray began to croak.
“My girl doesn’t like you,” Frankie said with a chipper voice. Ray fell off Frankie’s claws into a heap on the floor. Blood gushed from his belly and he clutched it and began trying to pull himself in a crawl away.
About that time Gus came from the back with a look of rage on his face as he spotted me.
“Frankie!” He yelled. Frankie shifted back, his eyes wide in terror as he shot a look at me. I felt what I had to do in my bones. Save Frankie. Release him from the control of this evil man. I spotted the chainsaw over Frankie’s shoulder, sitting on the edge of the stage, covered in dried blood.
“Kill her!” Gus barked out. Frankie was still looking at me with a pleading expression when his eyes went from purple to glowing red.
“Fuck,” I snapped, running right at him. I had to get past him and to that fucking chainsaw before he killed me. Then I had tobehead someone. Obviously, I could also choose to turn and run the fuck out of here to never see these two again but Frankie needed me. The poor puppy dog musician who stumbled into a dark deal with a demon didn’t deserve this life. He deserved to be free.
I ran past Frankie just as the chipmunk giggle burst from him like a pinata spewing candy. He lunged towards me, claws striking out and scraping my arm as I passed.
“Ow!” I hissed but kept running at my weapon. I’d never killed someone before. Sure, I thought about it. Probably got close a couple times even. This was going to be way different. This wasn’t going to be a brawl that could accidentally turn south. This was going to be a liberation of the head from the body.
I heard heavy footsteps behind me. Frankie didn’t move super fast but he was huge, with long legs that ate up the space between us. I ground my teeth and reached for the chainsaw, noticing chunky bits on the blade before I grabbed the string and tugged.
I flipped around and faced Frankie, the chainsaw growling to life in my hands. I held it at my hips as a vicious smile cut into my face. The lust of a fight settled into my limbs. Frankie stood there eyeing me, his metal eyelids blinking one at a time, his smile wide to show off his many sharp teeth.
I looked over his shoulder and saw Gus standing there like a mannequin, waiting for my death to come quickly so he could get on with all the cleaning and fleeing that he wanted. That fucking bastard. He was doing something terrible to a sweet guy. A sweet guy who ate me out.
“Time to behead my boss,” I grit out under my breath, twisting to the side and darting around Frankie. I ran as fast as I could at my intended victim.
“Don’t worry Frankie! I’ll free you from this bastard soon!” I yelled over my shoulder as I leapt over Ray, still crawling on the floor bleeding and grumbling. Gus’ eyes bugged like a cartoon at my words. His eyes darted to Frankie in something akin to horror. Which was a bit rude considering I was the one waving a chainsaw near his face.
“No!” He yelled, throwing up his hands as I swung towards his neck. The machine went through two of his fingers like they weren’t even there. I kept my eyes on the prize—that pale stretch of neck my weapon needed to plunge into.
Gus screamed and leapt back, missing my swipe of the chainsaw. I nearly fell headfirst into the carpet from my momentum before I whipped the chainsaw around, spinning in place like Leatherface in Texas Chainsaw Massacre. As I spun I saw Frankie stomping slowly towards me and grimaced. I didn’t have a lot of time to kill Gus.
