Page 30 of Sins Of Her Sister

“Eeny, meeny, minie, moe…which body part is next to go?” I sing song, swerving the blade around his torso. “They say that the eyes are the window to the soul. Let's see if that’s true,boyfriend.”

Plunging the knife into Carson’s eye, I start digging it out with the tip. His little eyeball pops out and blood pours down his face. I'm transfixed by the beauty of it.

Carson's screaming in pain, if you would call that noisescreaming. I could swear he's crying, but with his eyeball gone and the blood coating his face, it's hard to tell.

After setting the knife on the coffee table. I take the bat and stand in front of Carson, swinging the bat sideways in my grip.

“You know, there is something I’ve always wanted to try so while I have you here, I figured I’d give it a swing.” I burst out laughing. “Get it? A swing? Because I have the bat?” Carson groans in pain. “Well, shit. I can't make everyone laugh, I guess!” I tease.

Without warning, I swing the bat down on Carson’s dick. Bringing the bat up over my head, I swing it down again. Carson screams from the back of his throat, and if I thought he was loud before, the noise had nothing on what he's bellowing now. His dick is turning purple and if it's possible to break a dick, I can guarantee it's broken now. Patting myself on the back, I climb onto his lap again.

“Won't you smile for me?” I pout, holding on to his hanging jaw, forcing his one eye to look at me. “It's okay, we can fix that.”

I bring the blade of the knife to one corner of Carson’s mouth, slicing in an upward curve motion. Once I'm done with one side, I do the same to the other.

“You would make the perfect Joker for a Batman movie!” I giggle. “You wouldn't have to fake your scars.” I cackle. Blood runs down the sides of Carson’s mouth as I lean in and lick up one of the streaks before it hits his chin. “Mmmm,” I moan. “The only time you taste delicious.”

Carson's eyeball is on the ground next to the couch. I bend down to pick it up, shoving it into the side of Carson’s jaw. Using both hands, I move his jaw in an up and down, making sure his molars crush it into a juicy mush. I hold his mouth shut and pinch his nose, forcing him to swallow. “Oh, you're being such a good boy for once. It’s a good look on you.” I wink. Carson glares at me, tears streaming down one side of his face. Feelingcreative, I go to the kitchen once more in search of something from the fridge.

“Aha!” I cheer as I take the lemon juice.

“This may hurt a little…or a lot,” I say. Taking the knife, I start a cut at the side of his dick and drag the blade down his length, just deep enough for the skin to split open. Blood gathers at the base. Carson lets out a hearty howl as more tears fall down his face. I take the top off of the lemon juice and hold it up to him.

“You always made my stomach sour whenever I thought about you. I just wanted to return the favor.” I tip the bottle and squeeze the juice over his wound. He’s losing his voice, but he’s still trying to scream.

Turning Carson over until he's facing down, I take each leg and spread them as his head hangs over the back of the couch. When I have him at the perfect angle, I grab him by the back of the neck and lay over him until our cheek is pressed against his.

“You secretly like it rough, don't you, Car? I figured I could fuck you like a dirty slut for once. Too bad you won't get to come this time, or hell maybe you will. Maybe you're a masochist and love pain. Sorry, I didn't bring lube.”

Spreading Carson’s ass cheeks with our free hand, he starts wailing and tries to move away. My grip on him doesn't allow him to go far though, especially since he’s restrained. Gripping the bat tighter, I take the handle of the Louisville and tease his back hole with it. Sliding it up and down his crack, then tapping his cheeks with it. After one more love tap, I shove it up Carson's hole. He lets out a shriek and his back arches from the pain before vomiting over the side of the couch.

“Eww…So you can give it, but can't take it, Car Car?” I laugh, shoving the bat deeper until only half the barrel is sticking out. Letting go of the bat and taking a step back, I take in my hard work. I can't help but jump and clap in glee.

I walk around to the couch to find Carson has passed out. Annoyed, I take the pitcher and refill it with ice and water. Wet, cold, and impaled, Carson finally flutters his eye open. Making sure he can see me, I get at eye level with him and flash him one of my flirty smiles. Unable to hold his head up, he just watches me.

“I just wanted to say before I end this, it was my pleasure killing you. Oh, and don’t worry. I'll be sending you a visitor in hell very, very soon.” I wink as I take the kitchen knife and slit his neck wide open. Whatever blood was left in his body, cascades down the couch onto the floor underneath him.

There's blood everywhere. Carson's body still hangs off the back of the couch. The basement is darker as the sun begins to set.

Standing in Carson’s shower, I let the hot water wash all of my sins away. Quickly going through the motions, I finish and head to his parent’s room for some clothes. I’m standing in their humongous walk-in closet. One side holds his father’s suits and ties. The other hangs all of his mother’s dresses. Jesus give the me strength! Beggars can't be choosers, though. I start perusing through until my eyes fall onto a pair of black leather pants and a red halter top. What the hell would his mother be doing with an outfit like this? Halloween costume or undercover dominatrix? I giggle to myself. I throw on the outfit, make my way into the garage where I spot a gas can next to their speed boat.

After covering Carson's body in gasoline, I make sure most areas are doused and I slowly pour the liquid back up the stairs, getting all quarters of the house until I run out of gasoline. Huffing down the stairs, I stop in the kitchen and look through all of the drawers, until I find a lighter in the mess drawer. I run down to the basement to take in the scene one more time. Pleased with myself, I flick thelighter and throw it on top of Carson. His whole body and the couch burst into flames. I stand there feeling the heat lick our skin. The atmosphere brings me peace and a calm washes over me. Snapping out of my daze and run up the stairs before things got too hot.

I keep walking until I get to a diner on the other side of town. Our house is a twenty-five minute drive from here, too far for me to walk. The idea I have right now may be extremely stupid, but what choice do I have? I need to get away from this area immediately. I take out Layla’s phone, find the contact I'm looking for, and press call. Here goes nothing.

Chapter 17

Ryan

I’m in a deep sleep in Blaze's bed when my phone rings. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I glance at the clock and it's 6:50 p.m. A shock washes over me when I see who's calling. Clicking answer, I bring the phone up to my ear.

“Hey, I need you to come get me asap.” Layla says hurriedly.

“Umm…Hi? You might need me to, but that doesn’t mean I have to.” I let out a scoff, because who does my step-sister think she is?

“Cut the shit and come get me. It's urgent. I'm at the diner across town. Okay? Thanks. Bye. The phone clicks and I'm dumbfounded. Blaze sits up next to me.

“Layla just told me to come get her at the diner across town,” I murmur as I turn to look at Blaze.

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