Page 21 of Darkest Descent

It was the right moment to punish the naughty twin. And with our ignorant viewer not providing me with the reaction I wanted, giving me nothing but an indication the email had been received. I knew just what I had to do. Alice was going to suffer like I had. If this didn’t work, nothing ever would.

The man had no soul, just like me. It was time to show him just how deep my darkness could go.

I gathered my tools before collecting my twins, allowing them a minute extra before guiding them back to the basement with a bag slung over my shoulder. Alice eyed it, tense as she waited for me to comment on the state of her hand, of the window. Blood smeared the glass, and she boiled over with anxiety. But she was in for so much worse than a bruised knuckle.

If only she would fucking listen and cave to it. Pleasure wasn’t enough to bring her over to my side, so I’d have to introduce pain, too. I thought back over all the worst moments of my life, of my time with the monster who made me this way, and I chose. I almost felt bad for her. But she’d made her bed.

“Stand in the middle of the room, under the beam,” I told her, and after a brief flash of concern, she followed my command. I looked to her brother. “I’m not tying you up here. Do I need to?”

He shook his head, a look of surprise and warmth across his face. I cupped his chin and kissed him, smiling when he sunk straight into me, sucking my tongue when I shoved it into his mouth. “Good boy,” I muttered, voice low enough just for him. “I’m going to have to punish your sister a little for what she did in the bathroom. So I’ll need your help.” I was laying a lot of trust in him here, giving him freedom I hoped he deserved. He would see it, understand my intentions, and I hoped it would submit him further.

His brow furrowed, but he nodded. “O-Okay, as long as we don’t hurt her…”

“What’s happening?” Alice blurted, so I shot Asher a wink and strode over to her, slapping her across the cheek with enough force that she yelped and staggered.

I yanked her back up by her hair and growled in her ear. “Fight and suffer.”

“Going to suffer either way,” she snapped back.

“Suffer more.”

“Alice, please,” Asher begged from behind me, the good boy not moving from the spot I’d left him in, even though his arms had raised towards us a fraction.

I leaned down, a whisper only between me and the girl this time. “If you don’t do everything, take everything, no fighting or protesting, I will kill him. And I won’t be gentle about it, either. I’ll string him up, peel strips of his skin from his flesh, and rub my shit into the wounds. I’ll pluck his eyeballs out and choke him with them. I’ll rip his cock from his body and feed it to you raw. You want that? You want him to know that it’s your fucking fault?”

Her eyes were wide as she gulped and took in my words, believing every single one. She was so close to breaking. My gaze narrowed and the tension between us increased. Then she lunged forward and pecked my lips, hard and lingering for a few seconds. A peace offering. She was here. Committed. Shit, I was almost disappointed that the lunge wasn’t one of violence.

“Hands up,” I said, then wrapped a length of rope around her wrists before stringing it through the hooks on the beam. Rope wasn’t the most practical, but it had meaning. Those rope burns were a special kind of hell to heal.

Alice’s eyes were saucers in concern as I tugged the rope, making her arms strain up, pulling her higher until just her toes grazed the floor. She winced, bit back a cry of pain. Then I ripped her shirt down the middle, the fabric catching and straining across her shoulders, her stomach, until it was all gone. Shreds on the floor. I flashed her a satisfied smirk and enjoyed watching her struggle not to react.

“You want to spit on me?” I goaded. “Smash and smear blood all over my window? Go the fuck ahead and see what happens. Asher?”

“No!” Alice hurried out, still wincing and adjusting to her body weight being almost entirely on her wrists and tip toes. She was open wide for me, beautiful as she stretched and strained.

“Fuck me, isn’t she sexy?” I asked her brother, encouraging him to come forward, urging him with a gesture of my hand. “You want to make her feel good?” I looked at him, finding an expression of concern on his handsome face.

He nodded.

“We will, soon,” I promised. “Once she’s paid her punishment, she’ll be with us. This is for her benefit, her final step. You succumbed under my cock, but she needs a little more work.”

Alice spluttered, then choked on it when I touched Asher, running my hands up his bare arms, imagining peeling the skin away. I could never do that to my beautiful boy, but she would believe I could.

Leaving them to stare at each other, hoping Asher’s refusal to help would speed up her demise, I opened my bag, spreading the contents out as the fabric unfurled, revealing my tools. I grinned at them, ran my fingers along the various shapes. She needed to suffer, but not irreparably. My intention was to turn her pain into pleasure. But how far could I push her? Making her orgasm when she’d think it impossible. Yes. That was the worst of it, the body betrayal.

The first swipe of the sterilizing wet wipe over her pussy lips made her jolt, her body swing from her surprise.

“What’s that?” she asked. “I-I’m clean.”

I shook my head. “Not enough. Not for what I have planned for you. Don’t want you getting an infection and dying on me.”

I spread her pussy lips with a tug and scrubbed the wipe on her until the skin was red and she was whimpering, her head lolling on her shoulder, her eyes scrunched shut. Asher watched at my side, his brow furrowed. She didn’t fight to protect him, but he was only watching. Doing nothing. Perfect.

“Do I need to tie you up?” I questioned him, and he immediately shook his head, worry making his gaze widen. I smiled at him. “Pass me the bag. Don’t touch any of the tools. I’ve already sterilized those.”

“What are you going to do?” Alice asked with a murmur, opening her eyes a fraction to look, observing everything from that narrow window, like it would make it less real. Her muscles twitched and tensed, but she was trying her damndest to keep calm, let me have my way with her.

I slid the first needle free of its case and without waiting a single beat, pierced it through her outer labia, the fattest bit of the lip, right by her hole. She cried and gasped, gurgling spit in surprise. “Stay steady or it’ll hurt more.” I slapped her clit, and her skin rose up in little bumps all over.

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