Page 44 of Darkest Descent

And he did. He cried and shouted incoherent threats to us as we made out by his bed. How the fucker hadn’t fallen unconscious, I’d never know. After all we’d put him through, he was still clinging on? Stubborn douche.

“Let’s give him a little reminder of what he’s created before he goes,” Hunter said into our mouths. These two men were my world. I didn’t care how wrong or illegal it was, I wanted only them.

And showing our dad, our creator, what he’d made, was the icing on the cake. As his sobbing grew desperate, the pain making him delirious, I turned to him, still in both my brother’s arms.

“You lost,” I said, turning to stare down at the man. “You could have saved us, but you didn’t. So he took us. Both of us. We’re his. He’s ours. You lost.”

“And we’re going to take all of your money, you sick fuck,” Asher added, moving behind me and grabbing my tits, massaging them. “We’re going to tank your companies and go buy an island to fuck on. Everywhere. All three of us.”

Hunter and I grinned at Asher’s words, thrilled he’d involved himself at last, he was lying, of course, we had no way of doing that beyond the money Asher had stolen from the safe downstairs when he came in, and the handful of trinkets Hunter and I had shoved into our pockets. I was worried Asher would think us monsters, but he was just happy for us to do the actions. He enjoyed watching.

“Your sexual abuse fucked us up, but not how you wanted,” Asher continued. “It turned us into devils, but only for each other. You’re going to die here knowing you messed your children up so bad they can’t be apart. That they fuck each other and love each other. That the three of them have touched each other everywhere.” Hunter laughed at Asher’s words, still working away. “You saw it all, didn’t you?”

“Did you get off to it, you sick fucker?” I asked, prodding him in the stomach. He gasped and wheezed, terror making his eyeless sockets scrunch up. Urine leaked from his dickless crotch and his scream was like nothing I’d ever heard. Bone-achingly wrought.

“You made me piss myself once,” Asher said, his voice cold as he watched his dad suffer. “You made me lick it up. Did you do that to Hunter, too? Is that why he forced that on us?”

We both knew he had, Hunter had told us. He explained each of his tortures, each of his methods, how he was repeating what happened to him, taking things further and further. The double anal penetration they’d subjected me to had been done to him with a dildo, joining my father in raping him while he was tied to the bed. For a moment, my heart bottomed into my stomach, but I blinked it away.

We would heal.

I kissed Asher and Hunter hard on the mouths as the first bomb rocked the foundations of the building. My smaller one at the bottom of the stairs, on the other side of the house.

“We have to leave now,” Hunter said against my mouth. “The next ones will go off any minute.”

We were leveling the building, claiming our ignorance when all the dirty dealings of our creator would leak to the press. We’d be long gone by then, though. Asher wanted to release the footage of us dead, along with Dad’s reactions, as the final nail of his reputation’s coffin. Hunter and I agreed, but only when we were settled and hidden far away.

New names and identities, a fresh start. The worst part would be giving us all different surnames. No relation. That way, we could live in the open, hoping no one questioned how similar we all looked. I could dye my fucking hair if it meant peace.

The three of us stood together, holding hands, watching as our dad writhed in pain on the bed.

“One minute,” Asher warned. Hunter strode forward and cut Dad’s throat, and as the last of his blood spurted from his neck, we walked away.

28

Hunter

We watched from the top of a hill as the orange flames grew and consumed the mansion. Emergency services raced there when it was already too late to save anything. That’s the problem with acres of land and property. If there’s a fire and everyone inside the building is already dead, there’s no one to raise the alarm.

I killed their mother fast, not even waking her before slicing my knife across her throat. She wore an eye mask, her hair up in a wrap thing, and the duvet pulled to her chin. It had been white when I walked in. Was red when I left. The twins agreed her demise was a necessity. She was complicit. Asher had told her what was happening to him once, and she shooed him away, telling him it was a fact of life. The bitch deserved death. But not in the same way her husband did. That was magical.

I sat on the bonnet of my car, the twins on either side of me as was so natural now. Alice’s hand was in mine, her head heavy on my shoulder. Asher leaned forward, his eyes rapt as we watched his family home turn to ash at our doing. We were far from it, the house small in the distance, and only the faintest smell of burning wafting over on the wind. We escaped the stifling building before the second bomb, it only exploding when we were halfway over the fence at the property line, racing back to the car. The force of it rattled our bones, but it only made us laugh in joy.

It would take weeks to pick through the ruins and discover the true horrors of what happened in the house tonight, and we’d be far away before they realized any money and valuables were missing. Maybe they never would. It was all ash and rubble now. A place I’d spent so long watching, stalking, learning about the twins, and it was a ruin.

“We should clean up,” Alice said as the chaos began to calm, the little dots that were the gawping crowds dissipating as the emergency services mission turned to containment. “I’m covered in… I don’t even want to know.”

“There’re wipes in the medical bag in the trunk,” I told her, kissing her head and enjoying the hum of pleasure she released. She was sleepy, her limbs heavy and her words slow. Asher and I were more wired. I could see it in the tension in his muscles, as his eyes never left the scene of destruction a mile or so away. I pecked Alice on the head again, encouraging her to find the energy to get semi-clean, then leaned forward with Asher. Alice groaned and slipped off the bonnet, wandering to the back of the car to pop the trunk. We needed a proper shower, multiple hot, entire bar of soap showers, but a wet wipe to remove the visible blood would have to do for the moment.

“You good?” I asked my brother. He’d been on the same track as me with Dad, never as far, thank fuck, but we’d never talked about it in any depth. The man was dead now, so we could both move on, but Asher had been quiet all the way through the torture. I’d fucking loved it, relished it as all my biggest desires came to fruition. I’d dreamed of destroying that man since I was five years old. Twenty-two long years later and he was gone. Ruined. Tortured at the hands of all his children. I felt settled, the warmth in my chest something new and exciting. A fucking future ahead.

I was so fucking grateful Asher and Alice found me just a second after I tried to end it all. If they hadn’t, I would never have had this moment. I would have left them in my destructive wake to pick up the pieces, bury my body in the dirt, and figure out how to move on. Father twisted me up, made me into this dark thing that pushed beyond boundaries. The pain I felt in hurting them again, slipping back into my old ways of torture and rape, had been unbearable. But they pulled me through. They forgave me for it, understanding who I was. Who I needed to be to survive. My siblings were incredible.

“Ash?” I insisted when he didn’t reply for a few long minutes. Alice hummed to herself from the back, sounding just as settled as me, just as content with what we’d done and the life we had ahead. But we were one sibling down, one still in need of calming, satisfying. Something was missing for him.

It surprised me when Asher turned to me with wide eyes and panic; the emotions coming out of nowhere from his calm demeanor. “What did we do?” he asked, whispering and hoarse. “We…”

“Burned it all down,” I finished for him, my heart in my throat. What if he... “Everything. Every part of our old lives.”

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