I slowly came to, hearing the echo of water dripping from a leaky faucet. I let my vision clear before looking around. I saw Tommy over at his workbench, his sewing machine running. I tried to move but hissed in pain. Tommy jerked his head in my direction and stood up. He approached me, moving some of my hair away from my face.

"I'm okay." I assured him, giving him a small smile. His attention turned to his workbench then back at me.

"Whatcha making?" I ask, a slight chuckle escaping my throat. He walked over and picked up his art. It's a mask made from human flesh.

"Oh. My, my, sweetie you do have the creative touch." I could tell he was smiling as he took the strings and wrapped them around his head, securing the mask in place. Sounds of flesh and blood being squished were heard as he positioned it just right. He took a look in the mirror then at me. I smiled and took his hand, stroking it with my thumb.

"It's perfect." He was silent but let his hand travel down to my side, close to where my wound was.

"Did you make me all nice and pretty?" I questioned as he helped me sit up. He nodded and grabbed his small mirror that he kept on his work table. I glanced at the wound on my back and smiled. Tommy had managed to stitch it up. I glanced at him, grinning.

"Thank you, baby. You did an excellent job." He nodded as I slowly swung my legs over the side of the table. He went to go back over to his table but I grabbed his apron.

"Tommy?" He stopped, turning his head over his shoulder. I motioned for him to come back and he did. I made sure he was right up against me as I laid my head on his broad chest, my hands roaming around his back, admiring all his muscles.

"You saved my life, you know." I listened to his harsh breathing as he looked down at me. I rested my chin on his chest as I stared into his dark eyes.

"I think you deserve a little reward for that." He tilted his head, confused. I smirked and lowered my hands to his waist, then to his hips. He quickly latched onto what I was getting at and slowly moved his hands to my hair. He really liked my hair. He ran his fingers through it, savoring the softness and texture. I felt his hands move down to my breasts and I couldn't help but let out a low moan as he began to work his magic. Tommy had special hands and he knew how to use them. It wasn't long before articles of clothing were being removed. I unhooked my bra and felt Tommy's hand gently glide over my stitched wound. He looked at me with sympathy and I let out a giggle.

"It's okay. It doesn't hurt now." He admired my chest as my hands explored Tommy's muscular physique. I scooted closer to him, my ass almost sliding off the table. Thankfully Tommy's leg supported me so I didn't slide off.

"Kiss me?" I whispered, my hands sliding up his neck. He leaned down, our lips connecting. I could taste the blood and rotting flesh of his new mask and the warmth of his tongue sliding in my mouth. This only made me want him more. Our kiss didn't stop as we let our hands explore one another and our tongues do the talking. It was then that Tommy reached down between my legs. I gasped as I felt his rough fingers fondle me. He had to remind himself that moans and gasps were good and cries and whimpers were bad. I clutched to his apron, trying to conceal my moans of need. His pace began to quicken as my hips began to rock back and forth. I bit his shoulder, earning a gruff groan from him. I could feel his rather large manhood harden against my inner thigh and I smiled at this.

"Tommy? We can take this further than just touching if you want." He looked at me for a minute before nodding.

"If you feel uncomfortable or weird, just let me know and I'll stop, okay?" He nodded again and I unbuttoned my pants. I unlaced and kicked off my boots and removed my pants, the chains making a heavy thud as they hit the floor. Tommy gazed in amazement at my pale legs as his hands roamed untouched skin. I moaned as he worked his way up my thighs. I then leaned back and removed my underwear, now fully nude and presented in front of him. I leaned back, letting his eyes fully drink in my body. I could see his manhood only get harder and this made me chuckle.

"Your turn, big boy." I explain and removed his apron and shirt. His defined muscles were covered in a mixture of sweat, grease, oil, and blood and it looked downright tasty. I propped myself up on the table as I motioned for him to join me with my finger. He climbed up on the table, looming over me. Thank god the table was strong enough to support our combined weight. The atmosphere was perfect. Shadows engulfing the room, a flickering light above our heads, blood stains covering the walls, sharp instruments of every possible kind laying strewn about the room, and not to mention, a few rotting corpses as well. It was the perfect setting and mood for an intimate moment between me and my chainsaw wielding love interest. I let my hands wander to his pants and undo his belt. I unzipped his jeans and lowered them, reaching inside his boxers and pulling his manhood out for some air. He breathed heavily as I admired his equipment. He was huge. I smiled and wrapped my hand around him. I began to make smooth, slow strokes. I saw him stiffen as he hung his head, shaking. I smiled and let my other hand play with his curly locks that were now dangling in my face. I kissed his ear and licked my lips.

"Do you feel good, sweetie?" He nodded his head and let out a hard pant.

"Do you want me to go faster?" He nodded again and I obliged without hesitation. I sucked and nibbled on his earlobe, moaning at the bitter salty taste of his skin. I could feel him pulse in my hand and I knew he was close.

"Sit up for me, okay?" He sat up on his knees as I leaned down and engulfed him. He let out a loud groan as his body tensed. I smiled and savored his huge member in my mouth. He tasted just like his skin. Salty, bitter, and sour. Delicious. I wrapped my hand in his as he let his hand play with my hair. His moans began to get louder and more frequent as he was near his climax. I began to fondle his two little buddies and earned a huge moan. I giggled and decided to end his squirming. I deep-throated him and as soon as I did, he let out a roar and let his seed spill in my throat. I swallowed every last drop, not letting one little drip go to waste. I took him out of my mouth and looked up at him. He was sweating profusely and panting quite hard. I giggled and licked my lips of his remaining juices.

"Feel better?" He shook his head and I glanced to take notice that he was still hard. I laughed and laid back, careful of my wound.

"If you thought that was good, then this will be pure bliss." I urged him down and lined his member up with my entrance, my legs wrapped around his muscular waist. He whimpered and I immediately stopped.

"It's okay, baby. I promise this will feel good. You know I wouldn't lie to you, right?" He nodded and I smiled, pecking his lips.

"Trust me, sweetheart." I helped him inside and gasped at how he felt inside me. He almost collapsed on top of me but kept his balance, his body trembling. I let out a harsh moan as I pulled my body closer to him.

"Now, just…m—move your hips, baby." He slowly began to move and I felt like I was on fire. He hit my sweet spot without even trying and it sent me into a crave. I grasped onto him for dear life, moaning into his ear, sweat rolling off my skin. I could hear him beginning to feel the pleasure as his moans were like music to my ears.

"Oh, my god." I moaned, my eyes thick with lust. I licked and sucked on every inch of skin I could get a taste of as I felt his hands roam over my breasts. I could no longer hold back the screams as my body quivered.

"Oh, baby, you feel so good!" I moaned in his ear, earning a bite on the neck from him. His pace was quick and he was now hitting my sweet spot every time. I bucked my hips in time with his thrusts and this only sent him deeper inside me, making me see spots.

"Holy shit!" I screamed, my back arching off the table. I thought I was gonna pass out from all the pleasure. I was brought back to reality as he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me upright and into his lap. We rested our foreheads against one another's, both panting and moaning like dogs in heat.

"T—Tommy!" I cried out, my arms wrapping around his neck, yearning for skin to skin contact. His groans were now yells as he tightened his grip around me. I saw stars and I knew I was gonna climax.

"I'm—I'm gonna—" I didn't get to finish my sentence as Tommy slammed his lips onto mine. I kissed back, our tongues in a wrestling war.

"T—Together, okay?" He nodded, bringing me as close to him as possible. He laid me back down, not losing his pace or speed one bit. I was now clinging to him so hard, I was leaving marks on him. He made one final hard thrust and sent us both over the edge. Our screams echoed throughout the house as we climaxed together, his seed spilling inside me. He collapsed beside me, careful not to put pressure on my back. We both panted heavily, our eyes heavy. After regaining our breath and calming down, we laid wrapped in each others arms, cuddling close. His hands stroked my back tenderly and I could feel his breath on my face. I looked up at him and smiled.

"You feel better now?" He nodded and kissed me. I kissed back, my hand laying itself on his mask. We slowly broke, our lips still close.

"I love you, Tommy." I saw a smile form under his mask as he rested his forehead against mine. He opened his mouth and tried to force himself to speak. I smiled and waited patiently.

"I—I…l—lov—love…y—you…too…M—Max." I felt tears fill my eyes. It was the first time he had said my name. I covered my mouth with my hand as I hugged him.

"Oh, Tommy, you don't know how happy I am to hear that." He returned the embrace, trying to calm me down by making circles with his hands on the small of my back. We then heard the basement door slide open.

"Tommy, Max, come up here. We need to talk with you." Tommy and I get dressed and go upstairs, hand in hand. The family was waiting in the living room and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I didn't know if we were in trouble or not but I held my breath as we walked in. Mama got up and walked over to me. She had a serious look on her face before it turned into a grin. I smiled and she hugged me tight. Tommy looked down at Mama and she had tears in her eyes.

"Finally found someone perfect for my boy." I smirked and glanced up at Tommy who smiled under his mask. I looked at the family and felt my heart pound.

"There's something else." I looked at Tommy and nodded my head. Tommy looked down at Mama and drew in a breath.

"M—Mama…" She almost bursted into tears as she flung her arms around him, kissing him over and over.

"Well I'll be damned." Uncle Hoyt whispered standing up. He smiled at me with pride and I couldn't help but wink at him. We all then heard glass breaking. Tommy and I turned around and noticed it was coming from upstairs. We exchanged a smirk before looking back at the family.

"Make us proud, children." Mama said, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Oh, wait. Max, we got something for you." Uncle Hoyt disappeared into the kitchen then came back with something behind his back.

"A reminder that you'll always be a part of this family." I gasped as I gazed upon a beautiful black and red chainsaw. It had my name written on it and gleamed beautifully. I grinned from ear to ear as Uncle Hoyt handed it to me. I stood back and admired it's beautiful work. Tommy then came back in with his chainsaw in hand. I gave a sadistic smirk as I felt my eyes glow.

"The saw is family." I revved up my chainsaw and the screams of terror filled the house.

(Prepare for a sequel!)