Page 26 of Tainted Reasoning

“Yes, please,” the woman hisses with excitement, and I have to wonder about the mentality of someone who’d let a man do this to her. She must trust West implicitly not to harm her. I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him, but then I’ve seen some of the things this man has done to women. I’ll never forget the night I heard pained screaming coming from my father’s room. I used the secret passageway to investigate what was happening. My father and West were sharing a girl with one in her ass and the other in her pussy. She was covered in blood and bruises where they’d obviously beaten her. She was crying and pleading for them to stop, but neither did. They continued to assault her for the next few hours before West put a gun to her head and blew her brains out. I may lose myself during the moment, but I would never deliberately do that to a woman. She has to consent to what I do, and even though sending that poor girl to heaven may have been a blessing, it’s not something I could ever do. Maybe that’s why I’m the monster. I don’t have the guts to finish the job properly and put them out of their misery after I’ve destroyed them.

“Hey, William. You going to concentrate on the job in hand, or are you just going to stand there and play with your dick like the pussy you are.” West brings me out of my reflection with his harsh words, and I watch as he swirls his tongue around a line of blood on the girl’s breast.

“So good,” she moans, and he flicks the knife over her other tit. The crimson essence floods to the surface and trickles down over her nipple. “You want some?” the girl asks me, and I shake my head. Blood play is West’s thing, not mine. I just need a hole to stick my dick in at the end.

“I’ll watch, for now.”

West takes his knife lower, making a few small cuts on the girl’s stomach as he goes. When he gets to her pussy, he pulls the folds apart and swipes the knife over the delicate flesh. The girl screams in pain this time, not pleasure.

“Fuck, that hurt.” She tries to shut her legs, but West pulls them apart and licks the length of her slit. He has blood round his mouth when he brings his head back up. “Don’t do that again,” the girl demands, but West doesn’t listen to her. He cuts the other side of her folds, and I know in that instant this has turned darker and into something the girl wasn’t expecting.

“My cunt. I’ll treat it the way I want. William, stick your dick in her mouth to shut her up,” West orders, but I’m going nowhere near the girl who’s now trying to escape from the clutches of my friend.

“Fuck off. She’ll bite it.”

“Well, hold her down, so I can rip her pussy in two.” He momentarily let’s go of the struggling feminine form and gets a whack to the face from her fist. He retaliates with his own, and I hear the crunch of the girl’s nose as it breaks. West flips her over and puts his whole weight on her. “Now, William, or do I need to tell your father you’re being a freak again. He’ll send you away this time – remember what he said about being sick of you showing him up. He’ll make sure you never see Nicholas again.”

Those final few words have me releasing my deflated cock and using my strength to hold the girl down, so she can’t struggle anymore. West pulls her ass up and without warning slides hard into her pussy as she screams out in pain, and I switch off. My mind goes to its place of serenity, and I don’t hear the cries or the pleas any longer. I’ll suffer later for treating my brain this way. I know I’ll meltdown, but for now I feel safe.

The gun going off brings me out of heaven. Blood splatters all over me, and the girl I’d been holding becomes a dead weight in my arms.

“Fucking cunt!” West exclaims, and I step backward. My hand goes to my nose and swipes across it, no doubt smearing blood and other matter across my face.“Bitch got herself pregnant. I’m not going to have some piece of trash like her lauding that over me for the rest of my life. Shame, she had a fucking magical pussy. Why don’t you try it? I know you like them barely breathing. She’ll still be nice and wet down there. I tore her up a bit. Lots of blood to ease the flow.”

I look down to his dick and see it’s covered in blood.

“Get out.” I feel my fists forming into balls. West just laughs.

“Oh, come on, William. Stop being a freak. You losing your hard-on isn’t my fault. It’s all that wrong wiring in your brain.” The laugh he expels is eerie, almost demonic in nature. People call me a freak, but the man in front of me has just fucked a woman and shot her in the head. In my fucking bed! “I best go tell your daddy about our little accident, hadn’t I? Do us a favor, get your dick wet as well. Makes you look more culpable.”

It’s then I realize this has been a ruse all along. It’s easier for my father to clear this mess up than it would be for West to do it himself. My father won’t have our name dragged through the mud, so he’ll get rid of the body without consequence for West or for me. Believing I’m the freak – the dangerous, dark monster who is capable of such atrocities. West leaves the room, and I’m alone with the dead girl. The way she’s fallen, I can see her pussy on display covered in blood mixed with West’s cum. I could do what they expect from me but I won’t. I’m not that sort of person.

“William?” My brother’s voice penetrates the foggy haze of my brain. “William, talk to me please?”

“Nicholas? What happened?”

“You had a meltdown. Victoria and I injected you with the sedative to calm you down. I didn’t want to do it, but I was so afraid you’d hurt yourself.”

I slowly open my eyes and allow my vision to acclimatize to where I am, which turns out to be my bedroom, and on my bed. I flinch, half expecting the bed to be covered in blood and with the body of a dead girl from what, I now realize. was a nightmare based on my memories.

“William?” Nicholas reaches out to touch me and ground me.

“I was back there.”

“Back where?” he questions with confusion etched on his brow.

“The night West murdered the girl in my bed.”

Nicholas exhales deeply and shuts his eyes.

“You did the right thing that night. You came and found me. Our father checked the DNA. There was none of yours inside her, only West’s. It was all him. Not you.”

“But…” I try to argue with him, but with an authoritative wave of his hand, he silences me.

“You’ve been too overstimulated the last few days. You need to rest. These memories are of a time in the past. Lord West will never have access to this house again, and you’re nothing like the monster he is. When I can finally bring him down, then another piece of the corrupt society our father kept will fall. William, you’re my brother. I love you dearly, and I will protect you always. Don’t fear the world. Embrace it and allow it to give you the life you deserve.”

My brother gets to his feet and straightens out his trousers. I can tell from the creases he’s been sitting by my bed for several hours.

“I’m going to check on Victoria, but I’ll be back up with some food. I’m the Duke, now, and I’m ordering you to rest for a few days. Away from that crazy outside world full of lights and sounds. God knows it drives me insane, most of the time. We’ll spend time just the four of us, trying to figure out how to get rid of West and Viscount Hamilton, so we can live our lives freely.”

My brother leaves the room, and I’m left alone in the silence, once again. I want to shut my eyes and sleep for longer, but I’m scared. I know I didn’t touch that girl the night she died, but I’m terrified if I fall asleep, the conclusion to the nightmare might change.

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