Page 60 of Entombed In Sin

Is this the making of madness?

What’s worse, clearly the pastor didn’t need Beatrix there today. The town of Chasm already made up their mind about the rumors and who they would believe. And Beatrix knew. So fucking used to being the scapegoat and the pariah, Beatrix had been happy stay behind today in order to avoid the harsh words she would have undoubtably heard, in order to protect herself.

The pulsing behind my eyes intensifies.

She’s not alone anymore. What part of that doesn’t she understand? We’re on her side. We are who she should be leaning on. Instead, she’s decided to bite her tongue and keep her distress and worry to herself.

I want her to give useverything. Her thoughts, her feelings, her desires. They all belong to fuckingus. How else are we supposed to trust her? Is it too much to demand everything from someone? Have I not changed my entire future for Beatrix so she could be a part of it? She’s supposed to be dead. Instead, I’ve given her a roof over her head, allowed her to keep her job, and most importantly, she hasme—the person she should be kneeling before, confessing her sins and praying that I will grant her every wish.Ishould be the person she leans into when she’s upset.

Just as I lean back in my chair, the door to the office opens. I twist around to find Knox stumbling in. Pale and slightly out of breath, he looks like he’s been through the ringer. At least he’s dressed and looking much livelier than earlier. I should feel bad for him. My stepsister’s creativity in her punishment was very personal. Touching Knox? If she had been anyone else, she might as well have signed her own death certificate. Judging by the contrition on his flush face, Knox isn’t thinking about retribution right now.

“You good?” I drawl, watching as he comes to flop down onto the couch and kicks his legs up.

“Will be,” he rasps. “The drugs are lasting longer than she promised. Just a word of caution, if she’s pissed at you, don’t eat or drink anything from her.”

I nod, in no mood to joke around. “Given that poison was her weapon of choice to kill my father and her mother, I’m not surprised she got you that way.”

Knox’s eyes flutter shut as he lays out on the old leather couch, so he misses my glare. Maybe if Knox hadn’t buried her alive, setting back the foundation of trust we had tried to instill, my stepsister might have opened up to us. He deserves to be punished as well.

“She gave me a sponge bath after you left and then went back up to the house to find me clothes. Who the fuck gives aftercare after a punishment?” Knox asks after a moment. “She’s terrible at this.”

She might not understand how punishments work exactly, but what she lacks in maliciousness, she makes up for in kindness. Lucky for her, that’s Knox’s kryptonite. He can grumble about the entire ordeal, but not only had Beatrix showered him with compliments, she made him look nice with her expensive corpse makeup and took care of his needs afterward.

The fact that she took care of Knox so sweetly only pisses me off further. Why won’t she let us take care of her in the same way? I mull over the possibilities. There’s a lot I want from my stepsister—from her pretty cunt wrapped around my cock to her breathless moans as she sinks into pleasure that I feed to her. But I also want her devotion, for her to look to me for assurance. The trust and acceptance I’ve seen twice now, I want more of it. All of that is great. All of those things are what I want. But the irrational part of me wants something even more desirable. Beatrix’s silent suffering is unacceptable. I want to hear her screams. Her pain is mine just as much as her pleasure is. To keep it from me is a sin.

Unfortunately for my little sister, irrationality is winning out.

I snatch my phone up off the desk as an idea begins to form. Just as I pull up my brother’s number, Knox asks weakly, “Please tell me Starr Girl is on birth control? I’m pretty sure I came somuch that she’s going to be full of cum for a while. I’m all for having kids but?—”

A shudder of absolute revulsion is followed by my palm slamming down onto the desk. The action causes a resounding ‘bang’ to fill the room.

“Excuse me?” I ask sharply. “Since when are you a kid person?”

At Knox’s weak chuckle, I realize I’ve fallen for his antics.

“Relax, I was just kidding.” My Pretty Boy heaves a sigh before adding, “But about the birth control thing…?”

Tearing my gaze away from him, I turn my attention back to reaching out to my brother. Absentmindedly, I reply, “Sagan said he followed her to the doctor’s appointment where she got a new IUD a few months back.”

“Of course he did. Fucking weirdo…”

Pulling up my messages to my brother I shoot him a quick text:

Me: Up for a family game night this weekend? We have two players this time.

Before I can toss the phone back onto the desk, it’s already vibrating.

Sagan: Absolutely. What game do you want to play?

Me: Fox and the Hound.

Sagan: I know just the place to play.

A smile stretches across my face. It doesn’t feel kind.

“Aw, fuck,” Knox sighs. “What are you planning now?”

I toss my phone onto my desk and look up to find him staring at me through a hooded gaze. “You’ll see soon enough, Pretty Boy. Until then, be quiet and recover. I’m thinking.”

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