Page 4 of Sinner: Before Rain
Adam leaves.
This was my first full-cycle kill. From grabbing him, torturing him, keeping him alive, killing, and now disposing of the body.
Familiar footsteps come from behind me just as I am about to get started on dismembering.
It’s my dad.
His hands rest gently on my shoulders. “Happy birthday, son. I hope you liked your gift.”
Chapter
Three
ELIJAH - AGE TEN
Today, I made a decision that will change my life forever.
Not instantly.
It will take years to reveal itself.
I won’t realize I have met my future until she is in front of me. Her name will send me into an absolute obsession, and her beauty will solidify my life's purpose.
Today, I have started on that trajectory. I decided to go with my mom and her new husband. I'm leaving my dad behind here in Montana. Our large home with everything I have ever needed or wanted at my disposal. The acres of land, which is home to many secrets and bodies. My dad has never limited me. My stepfather has no fucking idea what he’s getting with me. My mom is a follower, mindless, and never has been able to process a thought of her own. Evencheating on my dad was probably that dumb fucks idea.
My dad wasn’t perfect either. Just this year, I started watching him with the much younger females he would bring back to the estate in the late hours of the night.
The bright moon would shine into his home office through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Dad would have them bent over his desk, fucking them hard and fast from behind. Their tits would bounce as moans escaped their mouths. My body tingled as I watched. Never in all my days had I felt this sensation. Seeing these females in such a state aroused me. At first, I would squeeze my dick, begging for it to stop as I watched. Until one day, I decided to see what would happen if I acted on my body's reactions. My hand wrapped tightly around my cock, jerking it just as fast and hard as he was fucking them, chasing the release my body had been taunting me with. My cum would cover my hand and sometimes leave a stain on the carpet outside his office. I wouldn’t clean it up. He never questioned it. But it would always be gone the next time I came to watch.
Even though I got off on it, rarely did I ever believe she was getting off from it, he used them for his own needs before kicking them out.
Before leaving, the girls would take their time, hoping my dad would ask them to stay– desperate, really. It was never going to happen.
He would give them an envelope of cash, thank them for their time, and have his driver ready outside to take them away. He would usually force them to sign an NDA before leaving the property.
He is where I learned sex from.
Not that I needed to be taught meaningless sex. Dad simply reinforced that how I felt about people and things was normal. To have no emotion behind something wasn’t shameful.
The difference between my dad and mom is that he always stayed. Sure, he fucked around, I’m sure my pill-popping mother did the same. But he fucking stayed.
My dad will be fine. His work will keep him busy. The whores will keep him occupied.
He will miss me. Maybe I will miss him. But I doubt it. That would be widely out of character for me.
My dad, before all this shit went down, was showing me pieces of the business and how my tendencies made me an asset early on.
Perhaps you can call it a family business. It has been in our family for generations. It’s our birthright to join. No questions. If you decline such responsibilities, your day will come.
You will be six feet under with the rest of the sorry bastards in these woods.
I am leaving with my mom because I know I will be back. I know my dad will be okay.
Will I miss the freedom of satisfying my urges and my needs? Yes. Fuck yes.
My dad gets me. His men get me.
But like the rest of them, I need a taste of the outside world before I am stuck here. I have ten years to experience life outside of Bozeman. As much as my mom disgusts me, this is the only opportunity I will have.
