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PostSubject: The Shady Side NC17   Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:21 pm

A/N Hi I'm new here and for some reason the introduction page wouldn't let me post anything, so I'll just do that here. My name is Yente (nickname: Princess) and I've been an Eminem fan since The Slim Shady LP came out.

Anyway I've been looking for a place to post my fan fiction and I hope you'll enjoy it. Updates maybe slow since my 1 year old daughter needs mommy for absolutely everything at the moment lol.

Warnings: this story will contain lots of violence and murders and will also contain sex.

Summary: As Sara looked up to the building a strange feeling swept over her. It was terrifying yet comforting. Something was going to happen here. Something, that would change her life forever...


Disclaimer: I do not know Eminem, or any other famous person in this story. This is a work of fiction and I make no money writing this.


Chapter 1.

It was far past midnight when a black Corvette stopped on the side of a deserted forest road. A young woman, no older then twenty-five, stepped out. Angrily shaking her half long, brown hair out of her eyes, she turned on her flashlight and walked to the back of the car.

"Fuck." Sara hissed in disgust as she shined her flashlight on the flat tire. She gave it a kick for good measure, just to let it know she was really pissed. "Just great. As if I didn't have enough shit to worry about." 

She opened the trunk and searched around. Apparently there was no point in trying to change the tire, even if she knew how, she didn't have the tools, or a spare tire. She closed the trunk and after making sure the car was locked, Sara started walking alongside the road. 

A little ways back she had seen a road sign for a rehab centre, she would walk to it and call for help from there. She shivered as an ice cold gust of wind blew straight through her jacket. It was late march and temperature had dropped to below freezing. 'What a great day to forget to charge my cellphone.' She thought miserably. 

Sara certainly hadn't thought her night would turn out like this, when she had gone to the gym earlier that day...

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She had just finished her after work out shower when she received a text message on her phone. It was from Tom, her fiancé. A frown appeared on her face, he was working late again. It was the third time this week and this was supposed their movie night.

She knew that working for one of Detroit's top law firms meant a heavy work load, but this was getting ridiculous. Sara sighed, she would bring him some take out and see if maybe she could help, at least that way they could spend some time together. 

She arrived at the office to find Tom playing hide the banana with his secretary. "What the fuck is going on here?"  Immediately the scrambling for clothes started, followed by lame and cliche excuses. Strangely none coming from Tom.

"I can explain." The top-heavy blonde started. "It's not what it looks like. It was an accident." Sara raised an eyebrow at that one.

"Of course it was." She said sarcastically. "You tripped, fell and landed on his dick. Don't you just hate it when that happens." She shook her head. "Tell me, are you a natural blonde? Or did you bleach your brains as well as your hair?" 

"Well... I... I was just saying..."

"Give it a rest Linda." Tom interrupted her. He had just pulled on his pants and was in the process of buttoning it. Sara looked at her fiancé suspiciously. For someone who had just been caught cheating, he was acting really calm.  To calm. "Look Sara, there really is no reason for you to get so upset." Sara blinked. Her anger intensified and a headache was coming up strong.
 
"Excuse me?! You're screwing some slut behind my back and there's no reason for me to be upset? Are you insane!" Tom shrugged nonchalantly. 

"She doesn't mean anything to me. It was just for fun. No big deal." Sara could  do nothing but gape at the man in front of her. 'What the hell...' She thought dumbfounded. 'What happened to man I promised myself to? He's like a completely different person.'

"Who are you?" She said aloud. "What happened to the kind and caring man I was supposed to marry in three months?" Tom let out a sarcastic snort.

"You mean you actually believed that romantic nonsense I sprouted?" 

"Wa... What do you mean?" He gently lifted her chin. Sara looked up at him, her eyes wet with tears. The pain in her head was blinding. It was all she could do just to stand up.

"Poor sweet, innocent and naive Sara. I don't love you. Hell, I don't even like you." Sara pulled away from him.

"Then why..."

"Marry you?" Tom interrupted her. "Simple... I want this law firm and father said he would not give it to me until I married and produced an heir. So I found you. Stringing you along was easy, you are desperate for a man."

"You bastard! You used me." Tom laughed cruelly.

"Come on Sara, It's not like you wouldn't get anything out of it. A child and a part of the Dillard family fortune. All that and all you have to do is marry me and give me an heir, after that the marriage will be in name only and you can do whatever you want. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me."

"A pretty sweet deal?" Sara fumed. "I never wanted you for your money! And if you think that I will bring a child into such a loveless marriage, you're just fucking stupid!" 

Tom's smile disappeared and was replaced with cold hard fury. "You can and you will! You have no choice. After all who else would want a such a useless little girl like you. Not even your parents wanted you..."


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Sara had no idea what happened after that. One moment she was arguing with Tom and the next she was driving in her car. 

She'd tried to remember what happened, but all she could remember was pain and red. His last words had hurt her, deeply. More than his cheating ever could. Because they were true. Her parents didn't want her. 

First her mother had deserted Sara and her father when she was only four years old. Apparently she had found a new boyfriend, one who did not want any children. Six months later, on a cold December morning, her father dropped her off at her grandmothers house. She never saw either of her parents again.

And though her grandmother gave her all the love and support she needed, Sara was never the same happy girl again. She became shy, extremely so. It took her very long to warm up to people and she never fully trusted anyone again. 

Until Tom... 'And look what that got me.' She thought disdainfully as she continued along the road. 


Finally after a long, cold walk, she reached a gated driveway leading up to a large old Colonial style manor. A sign next to the gate saying "Popsomp Hills Rehabilitation Centre" in large vine covered letters. Sara shivered as her eyes followed the driveway to the building it led to. It looked more like an insane asylum then a rehab centre. Wasn't a rehab centre supposed to look inviting? So that people would want to quit their habit? This place gave her the creeps. It looked like one of those asylums where they do weird illegal experiments on patients. 

She shuddered as she slowly crept up the winding drive. Each twist and turn held new frightful images of monsters, serial killers and savage beasts from her worst nightmares. She chuckled uneasily. 'Sara, you really watch to many horror movies. There is no mad scientist, no monsters and no man in a Jason mask coming to kill you with a chainsaw.'  A sad smile appeared on her face as she thought about the man behind the Jason mask and chainsaw. 

Eminem had pretty much disappeared into solitude almost two years ago. Making only a couple public appearances here and there. It was at that last appearance she remembered seeing, that Sara realized that her hero in tarnished armor was no more. He had looked... Broken. Like something inside him had died. She had stopped looking after that, wanting to keep the memory of the happy, goofy Eminem in her mind. 'Proof.' she thought sadly. 'If only you hadn't...' Sara shook her head vigorously. Now was not the time to dwell on lost heroes. There were other things to worry about. 'Like not freezing to death out here.' 

As she looked up to the building a strange feeling swept over her. It was terrifying yet comforting. Something was going to happen here. Something, that would change her life forever...



Aged ivory pillars accented the front of the manor. The only light coming from the spotlights at the base of the pillars. Sara walked up the steps leading to the double doors and tried to push them open. They didn't budge. She looked around to see if she could locate a doorbell, finding none she knocked on the door and waited. Nothing. She tried again, a little louder this time. Still no reaction. "Shit." Sara cursed angrily. She had no choice but to go back to the car and try again in the morning. 'Lets just hope I won't freeze to death before then.' 

Sara started back down the steps, when a sudden click made her stop and turn her head just in time to see the door open just a little. She gulped. The manor was still dark but Sara could clearly see that there was nobody behind the door. 'Must be automated.' She thought as she visibly tried to calm her nerves.

Now she had a choice to make. She could head back to the car and possibly freeze to death, or she could enter the creepy manor to see if she could get some help. 'Not much of a choice.' She turned back to the door, pushing it open further. 

"Hello?" She called out, tentatively stepping inside. The lobby was beautiful. Big, outlined with marble pillars and marble floors. Strangely enough though, it was bare, there was no receiving desk and no furniture. 'It could use some cleaning as well.' Sara thought as she noticed a big dark puddle of...something to the side by the stairwell. She frowned walking towards the stairs, it looked like someone was sitting on the steps. "Excuse me?" She called out as she got closer. "My car..." She broke of, looking confused at the man sitting on the steps. It was a mannequin! A naked mannequin. His right arm hung over his leg, while his chin rested on his other as if he was deep in thought. She stared at the mannequin. "What kind of freaky place is this?" 

She wondered if she had made a mistake in entering the mansion. There didn't seem to be anyone here. But then, who had opened the door? 

A sudden noise coming from the hallway caught her attention. Was it just her, or was there light coming from one of the offices? 'Maybe there's someone who can help me after all.'

The mannequin forgotten, she cautiously entered the office. It seemed to be the security office. In the middle of the room stood an office table filled with surveillance equipment. There seemed to be a security guard sitting at the table. He was slumped over on the table, as if asleep. Sara sighed. 'If this is another mannequin, I'm going to be very angry.' The strange feeling she had walking up to the manor returned. With every step she took, the feeling increased. Her breathing got faster and her eyes widened. Blood was dripping of the table. Sara let out choked scream. The guard was dead, no doubt about that. His throat was cut so deep, he was nearly decapitated. She took a step back, bumping into something. Her entire body stiffened with fear. There wasn't supposed to be anything behind her! Someone breathed into her ear with a husky chuckle.

"Are you lost little one?"
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PostSubject: The Shady Side   Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:24 pm

Chapter 2.

'Red...' Sara groaned. Her head hurt. She tried to open her eyes. 'Red like blood...' Painfully, her eyes opened. 'Blood...' Her vision cleared. "Blood!" Sara screamed. She was sitting in blood! A bathtub filled with blood. And she was naked! Bile rose up her throat and she scrambled to get out of the tub.

"Sit your ass back down bitch!" Startled Sara slipped and fell back down into the blood. She came back up, screaming and sputtering but quickly fell silent as her captors face appeared beside her. "Quiet little one, you don't want to make me angry, now do you?" His voice had been soft, but the threat was clear: Piss me off and I will kill you. Sara tensed. She hated it when people made references to her height, but self preservation kept her mouth shut.

Her captor gently grasped her chin, forcing her to look into eyes so different from the baby blues she remembered. "Do you understand me?" Sara nodded quickly. The man smiled, letting go of her chin. "Good, now i'm almost done filling the tub, two more buckets ought to do it, and then I'll join you. So just stay put and relax. I'll be right back." He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "And just so you know, I can see you. So don't do anything that will force me to kill you." With that he walked away, leaving Sara alone in the tub. The stench of blood was overwhelming so she breathed through her nose. Trying hard not to throw up.                

A tear slid down her cheek. Her hart sinking with the knowledge she had not been dreaming. It really had been him! Her hero. Marshall Mathers aka Eminem had knocked her out, stripped her naked and put her in a bloody tub. Not to mention that he also killed the security guard and who knows how many others. 'There's no way that all this blood came from one person.' She thought a shiver of disgust running down her spine. But why? Marshall was not a murderer. Sure he talked about it in his songs, but that wasn't real. Was it? It just didn't make sense.

Suddenly her eyes widened. 'Of course! Why didn't I think of it before.' A broad smile appeared on her face. 'It's not real! It must be a set up. Something like Punk'd, but hopefully without Ashton Kutcher. Probably a promotional thing for a new album.' Sara felt relieved now that she had figured it out, although a little miffed about being scared like that. 'And they better have a damn good reason for taking my clothes off.' She started to look around to see if she could spot the camera's. She couldn't. They were probably well hidden though. 

It looked like she was in the basement. The concrete walls and floors were bare except for some graffiti. the bathtub was placed in the middle of the room. It didn't seem to be attached to any plumbing. Turning around in the tub she could look out the doorway into another room.

Her eyebrows rose as she looked at the scene unfolding in the other room. On what looked to be an embalming table lay a naked woman. She did not seem to be moving. Marshall was leaning over the woman. He had his back to her, so she couldn't see what he was doing. Underneath the edge of the table stood a old fashioned iron bucket. A reddish brown liquid flowing from the table into it. 'He must be pretending to drain the woman's blood.' This proved that it wasn't real. There was no way that a rehab center would have an embalming table. People didn't die in rehab centers. 

Apparently all the "blood" was drained from the body, because Marshall grabbed the bucket and turned around. Sara felt her stomach flutter as she watched him walk back towards her, he wasn't wearing a shirt and she could she smears of "blood" all over his chest. He really was quite handsome, although a bit on the thin side. His blonde hair had been replaced by his own natural brown. But what was up with those red eye contacts? Maybe part of the act? To make him look more frightening? Sara licked her lips. It didn't make him any less yummy looking though.

Sara looked on as the reddish/brown liquid was poured into the tub. "Where are they hidden?" Marshall looked up at her in confusion.

"What are you talking about, bitch?"

"The camera's of course."Sara answered, ignoring his insult. Marshall narrowed his eyes.

"What the fuck does it matter? I killed the security guard. You saw him, he most definitely won't be coming to your rescue..." He smirked evilly. "In fact you are sitting in his blood right now." Sara laughed. Marshall's smirk disappeared. It was most definitely not the reaction he was expecting. He stared at her clearly dumbfounded by her lack of fear. "What the fuck are you laughing about? You think this is funny?!"

"I know this is fake." She stated proudly. "I saw someone pretending to be a dead security guard. As a matter of fact he looked allot like Bizarre, to me."

"Fake?" Marshall blinked. "You think this is fake?"

"Well yeah. Of course I do. You had me going there for a while, the automated door, the naked mannequin, the dead guard, the red eyes, not to mention the bathtub filled with blood. Very Elizabeth Bathory." She crossed her arms over her chest and pretended to shiver. "Brrr. Real scary. But seriously." She added and pointed to the other room. "An embalming table in a rehab center? A little far fetched don't you think?"

Marshall snorted. "Not as far fetched as you'd think." He grumbled, put the bucket down and rubbed his forehead. He looked tired to Sara, as if he hadn't slept for days. "I'm either having a bad trip, or you're extremely stupid."

Sara's eyes narrowed in anger. How dare he talk to her like that! After all the shit he just put her through. 'So much for my knight in tarnished armor.' She thought angrily. "Listen you asshole!" Sara yelled standing up in the tub and looking down on him. Completely ignoring her nudity, she continued to scream at him. "I've about had it with your bullshit! You hear me! Now I want you to give me something to clean myself with and I want my clothes back. Then I want you to call me a cab, so I can leave this shit hole! You do this and I might decide not to sue your ass!" A furious snarl left Marshall's mouth, his eyes blazing. For a moment Sara feared he might actually attack her. Everybody knew he had a bit of an anger problem... But with a second snarl, Marshall turned around and stormed out of the room.

Sara glared after him. She never thought her long time hero could be such an asshole. It was quite a let down. She stepped out of the tub, crossing her arm to cover herself. 'And honestly, doesn't the idiot know that taking off my clothes without my permission, could be considered sexual assault?' It's like R. Kelly having sex with a minor and then peeing on her. Just plain stupid. Not to mention disgusting. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud scream, causing her to jump. "Now what?" She turned around in time to see Marshall stomping back towards her. But he wasn't bringing her anything to clean herself with, nor did he bring her clothes. Instead he was dragging along a naked woman by her hair. "What the fuck...?" Once he reached Sara, he dumped the woman in front of her feet.

"Please!" The woman begged, grabbing at his legs and crying hysterically. "Please don't kill me. Didn't I please you, master? I can do it again. I'll do whatever you want, just please don't kill me!" Marshall smirked and shoved her off.

"Yeah, I remember the blow job you gave me." He lifted her up by her hair again. "Guess what. You sucked!" He looked up at Sara. "Get it? Sucked?" He snickered at his own joke. Sara rolled her eyes.

"Seriously Marshall. That was corny. Even for you." She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "And I asked for my clothes, not a hysterical slut. If a wanted one of those, I would've stayed with my fiancé and the air head he was fucking behind my back."

Marshall let out a hollow chuckle. "Corny? My jokes are corny?" He looked up at her, his eyes flashing bright red. His grip on the girls hair tightened causing her to cry out in pain. Her hands clawing his fingers, trying desperately to make him let go. Uncertainty flooded Sara. This did not look fake. Nor was it very funny. What was wrong with his eyes? They were just contacts weren't they? How were they flashing? She took a cautious step back.

"Ma... Marshall? Are you ok?"

"Shut up, you bitch!" He screamed absolutely livid. He did not seem the notice the girl scratching at his fingers, drawing blood. Sara took another step back. Something was definitely wrong here. "So you think this fake?" His voice was deceivingly calm. His mouth stretching into an eerie smile. "I'll show you fake." A kitchen knife appeared in his free hand. For a brief moment Sara wondered where it had come from. But the question was irrelevant to say the least as Marshall raised the knife up towards the still struggling girl in his other hand. "Let's see how fake this is!" He screamed, slamming the knife into side of the girls throat and thrusting it forward exiting through the front. Blood splattered everywhere, hitting Sara in the face. Sara just stared on in horror, to petrified to even scream. The girl ceased her struggles, her arms falling limply to her sides. With a thud the girl landed on the floor, in front of Sara. Her eyes staring op at her with a blank expression.

Sara sank down on her knees with a sob, as Marshall chuckled. His anger seemingly gone. "Was that real enough for you?" Sara looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.

"I don't understand. Why are you doing this? What happened to you?" Marshall bend down, gently grasping her chin. Sara gasped, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. 'Oh my god, he's going to kill me!'

Instead she felt his lips touch hers in a gentle feather light kiss. Her eyes sprang open in confusion. He smiled against her lips. "Hush now little one." He whispered, before lifting her up and setting her back in the tub. She didn't fight him. Nor did she look up when he undid his belt and his pants dropped to the floor. He stepped into the bath and with a relaxed sigh sank down into the blood. Sara's shoulders shook with the effort not to cry hysterically. Marshall bend forward, a cynical smile on his lips as he softly whispered in to her ear.

"It's your fault she died you know." Sara pushed him away, staring at him in horror and disgust. Marshall just shrugged and sank back into the blood. Closing his eyes he smiled, looking completely relaxed. "After all I did warn you not to make me angry."
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PostSubject: Re: The Shady Side NC17   Tue Oct 04, 2011 10:32 am

Welcome to Fantasy Fiction!!! Thanks for joining and posting. I know everyone is eager to read more Em fictions!!!
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PostSubject: Re: The Shady Side NC17   Wed Oct 05, 2011 2:40 pm

Superman wrote:
Welcome to Fantasy Fiction!!! Thanks for joining and posting. I know everyone is eager to read more Em fictions!!!

I second that!! Welcome and awesome this story is very interesting. I like the 3 am theme. No problem we all fall victim 2 delays( me being one) and I hope ure enjoying the site. Thanks 4 posting this up and keep going when u can cheers queen
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PostSubject: Re: The Shady Side NC17   Sat Oct 08, 2011 2:06 pm

I really like the story, it's just a bit creepy Wink I would love to read on!
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PostSubject: Re: The Shady Side NC17   Wed Oct 12, 2011 12:27 am


YOU. ARE. PERFECT.
Holy damn, I am really into this story.
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PostSubject: Re: The Shady Side NC17   Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:03 pm

I love this story!!! Can you please update?! I love you
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