Previously posted as 'Lyndsay's Revenge' on Literotica. Not an accurate title for the story it is telling, so I changed it. Sequel to Taken.
Disclaimer ~ Final Chapter in Taken Back series. This story is dark erotica that consists of non-consensual themes and in this particular chapter, a bit of incest. If you have a weak stomach, or it's not your thing, read no further. Otherwise, enjoy.~~
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Today is the day, Lyndsay thought to herself as she looked around the cabin with pride. She had given it a good spring clean in preparation for Samson's return home. Other than a phone call on Christmas, she hadn't heard from him since. The phone call had been short and she could tell that something was different; off. But she knew the only way to get him home was to stay on the path Clyde laid out before her. He survived the vicious attack, Dale had brought Uncle Abraham to check his wounds and help keep him alive. Abraham had been an older gentleman, resembling a less-than-cheery Santa. When he wasn't attending to Clyde he spent most of his time either napping or praying. Dale on the other hand never let her out of his sight during the day and slept with his revolver beneath his pillow at night. He helped with the manual labor, and she had resumed to keeping the house.
They had fallen into a routine but like anything remotely good, it hadn't lasted forever. The death of his son affected Dale more than it had his mother. But considering Abigail had been covered in horrendous scars, Lyndsay wasn't surprised by her lack of mourning. When Dale wasn't helping with upkeep, he was drinking. Liquor seemed to be the one thing Clyde never ran out of. Through quiet observation she'd learned that Dale owned a delivery company. She recognized the name of the company, she had seen it on the side of the semi's who made their monthly delivery of supplies; Safe Haven Trucking. The irony did not escape her.
It seemed no matter how much she cleaned or how well she cooked, Dale always found something to pick at. His clothes hadn't been washed separately, she had folded his socks wrong; if his coffee was too hot, if his coffee was too cold. Nothing she did seemed to please him enough and she knew he was only pushing her. Trying to get her to react, give him a reason to take her son away for good. Then Uncle Abraham had taken a quick trip to town; having run low on morphine and other medical supplies. He had seemed wary to leave the two of them alone, and things had been fine until Dale used her real name. It had been so long since she'd heard her name past anyone's lips but her own. For a moment it had reminded her of her life outside of the cabin; back home where it was just her and Samson. What she wouldn't give to cherish those few fleeting years just a little bit longer. She had tried to ignore him; but he grew more persistent until she couldn't take it anymore and tossed a pan full of bacon grease at him.
He had been prepared, his arms took most of the hot oil and he had howled in pain. She could still remember standing there, breathing heavily as pan hung loosely in her grip. He stripped his long sleeve flannel shirt off and tossed it aside, his forearms a bright red from the burns and his eyes on fire with rage. She had finally given him the incentive he needed, and he had taken her so violently she had ended up giving birth to Eliza prematurely. After messy chaotic delivery and a bit of him sobering up, they had both agreed not to speak of it.
She missed Samson so much it physically hurt. The more time that passed, the sharper the pain seemed to get; not less. But he was finally coming home and she was determined not to do anything that would mess that up. She heard the sound of gravel as Clyde limped into the kitchen and her heart sank when recognized the sound that accompanied him. He brought out the chain. The other end already locked in place to one of the many metal rings around the cabin and property. She hadn't worn it since Samson left, and she didn't argue as he motioned for her ankle. She lifted it, balancing with ease as he wrapped it and padlocked it.
"It's only while the boy is home." He kissed her forehead before making his way outside to help unload Samson's bags. She walked as far as the chain would let her and watched out the window. She hardly recognized him at first, He was nearly a foot taller, making him nearly her height now; he had thinned out, giving his cheeks an almost hollow look. His dark brown hair was short and combed neatly, not a single hair out of place.
Lyndsay bit her lower lip, her stomach doing somersaults as she watched the front door in anticipation. She wasn't sure what to expect from the young man who was about to enter the house. Would he still be her little boy? What had he been exposed to while he was gone? She found herself wringing her hands and she shook them, forcing them to her side as the front door burst open. He had slightly dark rings under his eyes, and he really had grown over the school year. But his eyes lit up when he saw her, alive and healthy; he looked back to Clyde, waiting for permission before crossing the room and wrapping her in a fierce hug. Her hands shook as she wrapped them around his torso.
"You look well, Mother," he announced with a smile.
"As do you, Samson. How was school? Did you make any friends?" He looked back to Clyde who nodded as he set his bags into Samson's bedroom.
"May I have a snack and perhaps some water while I discuss it with you?" Lyndsay nodded and hurried to make him a sandwhich.
"Crusts on or off?"
"On, I am much less wasteful now." His words were chosen carefully and she set him a place at the table and sat down across from him, her hands folded neatly in front of her. They both ignored the sound of metal dragging around behind her.
"How have you been? I have missed you." She announced.
"Their land is almost triple the size as this place, but there's enough cousins living there to help with the work; they grow peaches." He was smiling but caught himself mid sentence and a look of guilt crossed his face. She quickly patted his hand and smiled.
"It's okay that you had fun Samson; I am relieved that you were not alone."
"I'm not sure how much I am allowed to tell you to be honest. Father says I have a baby sister, can I meet her?!" She swallowed and nodded, leading him into the room they'd given to the baby. She was flat on her back, and Lyndsay found herself hypnotized by the steady rise and fall of her chest. While Eliza had been born rather small, everything else had been declared healthy.
Samson pressed his face against the bars of the crib and smiled down at his little sister.
"She's beautiful, mother! The Lord has truly blessed us." Her smile faltered a little and she turned so that he wouldn't have to see the reaction on her face. She had gotten better at masking her feelings, but doing so around her son was going to be hard.
"Yes, he truly has. You must be exhausted after such a long trip. Why don't you get settled in, and I'll pull out some meat for supper." He nodded, blew his baby sister a kiss and headed for his room. Clyde and another man stood in the doorway, he was flipping through the pages on a clipboard, signing every so often and Lyndsay finally noticed a third man. He was young, his cheeks still held a boyish roundness to them. He wore the same khaki pants as the other man along with the light blue polo shirt with Safe Haven stitched above the left breast.
"Skye, this is David. David, this is my wife Skye." When he turned to shake her hand her body froze. It was as if she was staring at the dead. She paled and took a step back but Clyde quickly stepped up behind her.
"But you're..you're dead." she muttered, shaking her head. She had seen his body, had seen Emily stradling the corpse, one hand still handcuffed to the bed while the other continued to make mincemeat out of his torso.
"Sweetheart, this is DAVID. He is Christopher's first son." She shook her head, that didn't make any sense.
"It seems Emily was not the only girl in the family my brother liked to play house with. But that is not why David is here; David recently celebrated his 18th birthday." Clyde announced. She was in the middle of muttering happy birthday when it dawned on her. She turned around to face Clyde and shook her head, the sinking feeling in her gut only getting heavier.
"You can't possibly mean I am supposed to..." Clyde nodded and she nearly burst into tears. It didn't matter what she did for him or how well she obeyed the rules, he was never going to stop using her.
