Page 78 of Twice as Twisted

I tighten my fingers, loving the way she gasps for air. It makes me feel powerful. Her life is in my hands, just where I want it. She grips my wrist, her bitten nails not even long enough to break the skin, and I stab into her mercilessly. “That’s right, little birdie. Scream for me now. Your life depends on it.”

She opens her mouth and lets out a sound that’s barely louder than a squeak. Fucking pathetic. Mabel screams like a siren when I give her a reason. Thinking about how soon I’ll hear her scream again brings me closer, despite the barely audible attempt this breathing corpse managed. I thrust into her harder still, unleashing my frustration and disgust, my fingers cutting into her throat as I picture Mabel Darling under me, taking the brutal pounding instead of this sad little pussy.

I’m so close.

I adjust my hold, gripping her throat with both hands now. This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for. If she can’t scream for me, she has nothing to offer. Nothing except her life.

I squeeze, bearing down with both hands, my muscles knotting and sweat breaking out along my temple as I cut off all her air. I pin her with my hips, burying my cock balls deep inside her so I can feel the walls of her cunt milking hard for my cum like a thirsty bitch as she struggles and spasms under me, her body desperate for the air I’ve deprived it. It’s not orgasm making her clench up. Her whole body is gripped in a fight for its life.

“That’s it, little bird,” I taunt, my fingers pressing deeper into her throat as my cock throbs inside the stranglehold of her cunt.

She can’t make a sound, can’t take a breath. All she can do is squeeze tight around me—her knees gripping my hips, her nails somehow breaking the skin on my hands until my blood drips down like rain, her pussy choking my cock so tight I see fucking stars as I explode, my cum shooting into her sucking core as her body bows against mine in one last, desperate attempt to sustain life.

I take it. It belongs to me now, not her.

I can almost feel it, suspended in the air between us like a mirage.

She’s mine for one moment, more alive than she’s ever been, every cell in her body charged with the will to live until I strip away the last of her consciousness.

She collapses before I’m even done, her body going limp under mine. Aftershocks tremble through my body, little spurts of cum squeezing from my tip into her bruised cervix. She’s too small to take a guy like me, but I’ve forced her to take every inch of me for months. It’s not like it matters when I do internal damage. This was always her fate.

She’s no longer human, just a dead thing, my cock the only living part inside her. I wish I could see her eyes deaden, feel her life flow into my body like a breath of the cool, coastal air that smells like pine and dirt and pussy and blood.

It doesn’t matter, though. I finally did it.

I am more than a man now. I choose life or death for other beings. I am a god, with power over the very forces of life. My body bucks with arousal at the thought, my hips jerking forward and sliding her along the sandy needles. I release her neck and brace my hands on the ground, breathing hard. I give afew more thrusts while I’m still hard, but she’s too limp to offer much excitement.

I drag my slick cock out of her and sit back on my knees. Then I pull my phone out and shine the light down. My cock stands stiff, streaked with red. Her legs lie open, her knees slack, her cunt leaking my cum and her blood. The only picture I take is with my mind, but I take a long minute to memorize her. I won’t carry evidence, but I want this memory to look back on later, to remember her struggle and my triumph when I jerk off to the moment when I became a god, when I took the gift of life into my hands and made it mine.

The man Mabel was fucking doesn’t count. That was a crime of passion. Jane was a carefully orchestrated sacrifice.

Again, I wish I’d seen the light go out of her eyes.

I’m annoyed she couldn’t give me even that in the end. I take my gun out and shove it inside her, fucking her sloppy, limp hole roughly with the barrel. Fresh blood flows as I tear her up with it, jerking it back and slamming it deep inside her, fucking her flaccid body until the ground darkens with a pool of inky blackness under her. It’s not much fun when she’s not even awake to feel the pain, much less scream about it, so I give up in disgust.

I stand and zip myself back into my jeans, drag the hoodie off her and let her limp body flop back onto the ground. Then I scrape back the topsoil before I kick the dirt, pine needles, and debris over her body. No one’s going to go looking for a runaway like her. I don’t have to dig more than a shallow grave. We’re in the woods in the middle of Maine, a few football field’s length from the two-lane road and a half mile downhill from where I parked Mabel’s vehicle at the lookout.

As I walk back, I hear a car approaching. I turn off my flashlight, just in case someone catches a glint of light through the pines, though I’m sure I’m too far for it to carry. I can’t betoo careful though. When it’s gone, I switch my light back on and hurry to Mabel’s Volvo.

I slide in behind the wheel, wipe my hands with disinfecting wipes, and then start the car. My clothes and gun have her blood on them, and my shoes are dirtier than I’d like. I’ll have to throw them away, but I can’t discard the firearm just anywhere. I pull the car back onto the road, careful to obey the speed limit. I doubt there are any cops out here right now, but I’m not going to chance getting pulled over. On top of the blood, I’m in Mabel’s car, and she said she was being followed.

It’s best that I got rid of Jane when I did. She was never part of the plan. Soon, I’ll have everything exactly as I want it—school, my chemistry operation, my twin by my side, and the girl who’s always been the plan. She’s too good to kill, my perfect little creation, just like the Alice in Wonderland I perfected in my lab in Faulkner before I went to find Mabel. Once I’ve punished her adequately, I’ll let her join us like I promised, let her into our lives completely, in a way we never did before and I sure as hell never did Jane.

This time, Mabel will be on our side. She’s tied to us now, by this act as well as the man we killed in her aunt’s house. This time, Duke was involved too. The three of us are bound together by this kill, the only three people on earth who know the secret of Jane.

Soon, Mabel will see that she needs us the way we need her, that she’s the answer to each of our desires, the piece that fills the space in the puzzle, a perfect fit between me and my brother. And we’re what she needs too. She’ll admit it aloud once she’s suffered for her god. I had to do this tonight, not just for her, but for myself as well. I wanted to reach this level, and I can’t do it with Mabel. I can’t lose control with her, get caught up in my desire to be a god and forget that I need her to live. After all, how could I rule anyone else if I couldn’t rule myself?

I had to become a god first, prove I have perfect control, before I commit to Mabel. Her purpose is completely different from the hitchhiker. The runaway’s purpose was to make me a god. She may not have given her life willingly, but this god required a human sacrifice to ascend to that spiritual level. Mabel won’t have to make that sacrifice because the girl tonight did it for her.

The fact that I can kill, but I choose not to, proves that I am all-powerful. As a god, I choose who lives too, after all. It’s not just about taking lives. That would make me a murderous psycho, not a god. I’m one level up from an ordinary man, even a king like Duke or a queen like Mabel. They’ll worship me because that’s what I need, and I’ll protect them as they need.

What I did tonight was the first step. It wasn’t just for me, and it wasn’t just because that’s what Mabel asked in return for her surrender. Though they’ll never know, I did it to protect her, even Duke. Losing Mabel would kill him too, after all.

Mabel is for both of us, equally mine and Duke’s. She’s our match, the only girl who could ever endure either of us, let alone both. That’s how I know she’s the one.

After what we did for her tonight, she’ll know it too.

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