Page 43 of Drowned In Silence

“Do you like it, Darling? Seeing me fuck you with a mirror while you stare at yourself in it?” I’m grasping the mirror so hard that it cracks beneath the pressure, cutting my fingers and dripping my blood onto her. “A little blood never hurt anyone, did it, Dynah?”

Her moans get louder as I move the handle in and out of her, gradually moving faster and harder.

“Come for me, Little Raven. Look at yourself in this broken mirror and fucking come,” I growl. My thumb swipes over her clit faster, my thrusts of the mirror harder. Her moans get louder as she sits up and watches me fuck her.

“Elliot,” she screams. Her legs shake and her eyes roll back, her pussy clamping onto the handle as she lets go.

The sounds this woman makes when she doesn’t fake an orgasm almost make me come in my pants.

When she floats back down to earth, I slowly remove the shattered mirror, tossing it to the bedroom floor. I crawl up her body, my legs resting inside hers.

“You’re such a naughty girl, Dynah. Coming all over us while you watch yourself. It’s downright sinful.” I bend down and kiss her, my bloody fingers resting on her throat once more. “Are you better now?”

She smiles and pushes against my fingers, forcing me to choke her.

“Yes,” she moans, her eyes drifting closed.

“Shower and bed?”

“Yes…” She pauses and opens her eyes. “You’ll stay with me? Hold me?”

“You don’t even have to ask, Darling.”

Puzzle Pieces

Elliot

Her body curls intomine like a fucking puzzle piece. She’s what I’ve been waiting for. Almost a fucking decade of searching, and I finally found her.

Who the fuck cares if she is my step-sister? Will we be judged by society if they were ever to find out? Yeah, probably, but it’s my new mission to never let them know. Her father, my father, it’s all a bunch of semantics. The only people on this planet who know the truth is my true family and that piece of shit sperm donor. I don’t think they will say anything, but I can’t trust him.

The only thing I can do, is the thing I know how to do best.

Murder.

As soon as we are allowed to go back to Colorado, I willhunt him down and kill him in cold blood. Except… I want her to witness.

No. I want her to do it.

It’s about time my Little Raven learns how to fly. She knows I’m a killer, but soon she will become one as well, then we can purge the world of its darkness one body at a time.

Starting tomorrow, I will find us a victim, tie them up in the woods, and let Dynah do the rest. The other night when she started her period, I already ordered everything I would need.

I turn my head, looking over her sleeping body to the closet door.

Just one more night.

We can both become the Gríma Sýn and then we will take care of what needs to be done.

Presents

Elliot

“Good morning, Darling,” Itell Dynah as she walks into the kitchen. She has her hair tied up in a sloppy bun, her green eyes look half shut, and she stumbles to the counter searching for coffee. “We have plans today. I hope you’re up for it.”

She nods her head and pours her cup of coffee. She still seems like she's on autopilot, but I completely understand.

I'm not sure I know anyone with the amount of resilience this woman has. Growing up the way she did, turning around and continuing to do it over and over again, and then being taken to a somewhat foreign country. I'd be fucking psychotic.

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