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“Now hold your horses, boys.” Weston told his sons, who were watching the figure in the distance slowly grow larger as they made their way on the dirt road to the farmhouse. “Ain’t no need to act like a buncha rabid dogs.” He chuckled, glancing at his boys who were practically frothing at the mouth, wanting to hunt and chase the stranger through the dark fields already.
After thinking it through for a moment, Weston decides he wanted to be the one who talked to the stranger first, not his sons. It was time to leave it up to the professional. “Now you, get your ass inside. Don’t wanna scare off our new friend just yet.” Weston nudged his hulking wall of a son, Hudson, who grumbled under his freaky mask before begrudgingly walking inside like he was told. “And you, keep your dick in your pants.” He said to the leaner man, Clay, beside him who grumbled out a ‘Whatever,’ before following his older brother inside, shutting the door roughly behind him.
Weston was a loving, family man. He loved his parents, loved his wife, and loved his boys. He born and raised good, raised to be a perfect man. Well, his parents did have some…. questionable… practices when he was growing up, practices that Weston adopted and pushed on his kids. He and his family were killers. And they liked it that way. Weston’s parents didn’t like trespassers, so the trespassers got what they deserved, and Weston and his boys took care of them, and chopped them into little bite sized pieces. And they tasted damn good served up by his wife too.
When the stranger’s face stopped being a blurb, it was impossible to ignore just how… attractive they were. Oh he would definitely have to keep this one away from Clay. The thought of what his son liked to do with his victims before he killed them made Weston’s eyes roll. Weston himself liked to go the simple route. A nice axe and occasionally a knife while he hunted people down on the property was enough to get the job done, and always gave him the biggest damn thrill. He fucking loved his life and he wasn’t afraid to say it.
“Hey there darlin.’” A charming grin made its way on Weston’s face as he looked down at the stranger from the porch, tucking his hands in his jean pockets. “How may I help ya tonight?” Weston wasn’t too keen on the idea of cheating on his pretty wife, but rules were meant to be broken. Besides, he hadn’t decided if he wanted to kill and cook you up for dinner or fuck then until they begged him for more.

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The Abels | Needing help, you find the Abel’s farm, and you’re greeted with open arms by a very charming man, who seemed like he just wanted to help you CW: cannibalism, murder Hudson | Clayton | Sherry

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