Page 32 of Sinner's End

I suddenly feel this urgency to help this broken creature,to give him what he wants. He stares at me for the longest moment before taking my hand in his. He presses my index and middle finger together before raising them to his lips.

It’s instant, the moment we are connected. I can feel everything he feels and by the look on his face I assume it goes both ways. All my senses are heightened, every nerve ending in my body firing on all cylinders.

The man howls out in pleasure while Kaleb curses.

“What the fuck did you do, Bowen?” he rasps.

“Nothing she didn’t want,” he replies with a smile. “I told you I would have you eventually.”

Kaleb’s movements are still as he glares at Bowen and I want to cry.

“Move,” I beg brokenly.

“Addi, you don’t know…” Kaleb starts but I cut him off.

“Fuck me,” I demand angrily. “Or find me someone who will.”

Anger slashes across his features as he throws my leg over his shoulder.

“I’ll fuck you,” he rages, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. “You won’t even remember another man by the time I’m through with you.”

The sound of a zipper draws my attention. Watching Bowen’s shaking hand as he struggles to free his erection is strangely erotic. To know that whatever is happening here affects him so much has a smile stretching across my face.

Kaleb hammers into me, my breasts bouncing wildly as my orgasm approaches at a rapid speed. I push Bowen’s hands aside, wrapping my own around his length, bringing him half onto the wooden surface of the table.

Everything is a blur. It’s dirty and forbidden, the noises are animalistic and beautiful. Kaleb’s thrusts start to lose their tempo right before he pulls out of me. His cock head slapsagainst my clit three times before jets of white cum land on my stomach. Bowen’s cock kicks in my hand and paints my breasts in a similar fashion.

The obscenity of the situation sends me over the edge, screaming.

And then I black out.

Chapter Fourteen

Break and Enter

Lethe

The walls inside Sinner’s End fold around me in an embrace made of pure sin. I can scentthe damage done inside the very air of this place. If Harken is a hellspawn’s playground, then the girl who holds Mana’s current obsession’s house is Oregon’s version of original sin.

Whatever the hell happened in this place, I don’t want to be any part of it, and yet I’m drawn here, like the pores of this place call to me.

Or the creature who resides within.

Adreana.

I don’t understand the deep craving my fragmented soul needs any more than I understand my purpose in this place, in this world. A flicker of life is all that drives me in a singular direction. Mana has his torments. Bowen his murders. Even Kaleb has a defined existence, while I suffer through a haze, here one second and floating the next.

I woke up this morning inside Sinner’s End with no more memory of why I am here or how I made my way inside the house. Or any answers to any of the questions. Only more questions. Never-ending, tormenting questions.

One day I want to know what sleep feels like. That hasn’t happened for me yet either. For now, I trail my fingers along these tainted walls and breathe in the air I share with my obsession. One I share with all of them—Mana, Bowen, Kaleb. We all want her. And she will ruin us all.

I watched Mana limp down the hall to the basement where he pays his penance, already drawn and aged at the thought of the chair his Chemist binds him to. I wonder if eitherof them knows who is in control, or if either of them cares for more than the simple end result.

And yet, here she is, in the place where I find myself wandering empty halls like a ravenous phantom with one destination: her.

Kaleb took her home from the asylum once he and Bowen finished playing with her. I watched them leave, but my feet took me instead to Mana, where I stood behind his chair as he deflated like a discarded toy, no longer in use. Or perhaps simply all used up.

I find the stairs, gliding silently along them until I arrive at a pair of bedroom doors. One is empty, the sister she’s tried to remove from her life. That won’t last, but I don’t understand how I know that little skerrick of information.

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