Page 21 of Lethal
“You want to please us, don’t you,little toy?“ The way he asks doesn’t require an answer, but even if I replied‘no’,it wouldn’tmatter, not at this moment. I am wholly theirs, a prisoner under their control, and they can do what they want with me, and I won’t be able to stop them. That thought brings me so much pleasure, as it courses through my body, and my pussy weeps until it’s soaking both my thighs, as I attempt to clench them together to create some friction. “So needy, our little slut. Look at how she squirms, brother,” Bash teases as he releases my throat, pinches my nipple painfully, and Wren grins widely.
“She needs something to ride, doesn’t she, brother?” Wren questions.
“Grab his hand, Wren.” I’m so lost, in all the sensations running wild within me, that I don’t realize what they intend until it’s too late, and I try to scramble away, but Bash’s hold on my hair and breast compel me forward. “You will ride his hand and make yourself cum, or I will bleed you dry, and fuck your dying corpse. Do you hear me, slut?”
Oh my god, no, this is insane. I can’t allow this to happen, I can’t be a part of this, it’s too far into their shared depravity.Stop lying to yourself, you know you want this, you’re soaking wet at just the thought of them watching you fuck that disgusting man’s hand.
“Bash! I don’t want to share with him. He’s a bad man, and he tried to take from us what is ours!” Wren whines like a petulant child, and slams his foot down on the orderly’s stomach, followed by his cock. “Mine! She’s mine! You don’t get to have her!”
“We’re not sharing, Wren, she’s taking her power back, just like we did with Mom and Dad, brother. He’ll get no pleasure out of it, we’ll make sure of that.” Bash releases his hold on me and grabs the abandoned shiv from the floor. He forces it back into my hand, closing my fingers tightly around it. “You will do as you’re told, slut, without hesitation, without any weakness. You belong to us now, and the Carnevils are not weak. You will ridehis fucking fingers, and when you’re close to orgasming, you’ll do what you need to do to make us proud.”
Wren stomps on the orderly’s arm, and I hear a snap, as breathless screams fill the room. He bends down and lifts the mangled, limp arm up, and pushes four of the orderly’s bleeding fingers together, and toward my throbbing, wet pussy. “Oh, look, lube! You’re so lucky, Doctor!” Wren giggles like a psycho as I widen my thighs, and he pushes the man’s fingers inside my tight hole.
“FUCK!” I scream, the pain of being filled roughly, and stretched, courses through me, as does the immorality of what is happening at this moment. My body moves all on its own, forcing itself down on the digits, and riding them like I would a thick cock. The beads of ecstasy start pinging up my spine, and I know it won’t take me long to cum. I’m so wet that the sounds are loud and grotesque, filled with my mewling whimpers, and the twins’ harsh pants, as they watch me obtain my pleasure from an enemy, from someone who tried to take what is theirs.That’s it, Cat, take back your power. You’re strong, stronger than you could have ever imagined.
“That’s it, little toy, harder, faster, fuck those fingers like they’re our cocks,” Bash demands as he comes around my body, and bites down on the swell of my breast.
“Fuck, Bash! So good, it feels so fucking good,” I moan.
“Kill... me! K...ill meeee,” the guard mumbles over and over in pain, but instead of distracting me from my pleasure, it makes me feel alive, and intensifies all of the rising emotions. Bash kisses my forehead, almost reverently, before taking my mouth. His tongue slides in with mine, sucking on my tongue, and licking the inside of my mouth. His fingers slide down to my clit and perform circles on my throbbing nub, until I gasp into his mouth with a rush, as my orgasm rises to the highest pinnacle, and plummets me over the other side.
The metal in my hand is directed by Wren to the orderly’s throat, and without being urged, I drive it with all my force, and rage, into his neck. His gurgle is wet and weak. I don’t stop riding his fingers, and plunging the metal blade again and again into his flesh, until I can feel my skin coated in his hot blood, and my orgasm rips through me, a lightning bolt tearing me apart.
“That’s agood girl.I knew you were perfect for us, my porcelain doll, just perfect.“ Wren touches my wrist and forces me to drop the shiv. The air in the room is hot now, filled with the scent of iron, sex, and depravity. They are both on me then, mouths on my neck, hands at my hips and breasts, while the dead man’s fingers linger still inside of me. Bash kisses me like a man possessed, pulling me into his madness. Wren’s hand slips inside my coat, dragging it off, like it offends him that I’m still wearing it.
My coat hits the floor, ripped from my limbs. Wren’s bloody hands run across my skin, painting me red. “It’s my favorite color, I knew it would suit you.” Bash moves aside so his brother can have a taste of my lips. I moan into Wren’s kiss, whimpering from Bash’s tongue on my nipple. There is no difference between terror and want now. No place where shame ends and hunger begins. I am no longer me without them. I’m as tainted by sin and darkness as they are, but I knew that all along. It just doesn’t scare me anymore.
I don’t understand how it happens; one second, I’m on my knees between them, fucking a dead man’s digits, and enjoying the touch of two insane serial killers, and the next, I’m bound, straps tight across my chest, arms folded tightly behind my back, and I can’t move an inch.Straitjacket,my mind supplies, as I struggle to get free, and the dead man’s hand slips from between my legs, as both brothers back away from me to admire their handiwork.
“Wait!” I gasp, thrashing. “What are you... What the hell is this?”
“Safety first, beautiful,” Wren chuckles, brushing my hair away from my clammy face. “You looked too free, and my voices didn’t like it.” Wren grins as Bash kisses each of my eyelids gently, like one would with a child.
“Now you’re ours,little toy.”
The jacket bites into my skin, and my legs spread beneath me. I can still feel my wetness and the blood coating my skin. My throat is raw from Wren’s hard cock and Bash’s fingers. My body aches, but in a pleasurable way. A reasonable person would be screaming, attempting to fight back, and trying to get away, and yet here I am, content in this confinement, alone with two killers with a penchant for eating their victims.
I belong here. I belong to them, and perhaps I have always been a part of them, and they of me, and I was just waiting to find them.Yes, waiting to find the other half of us, the monsters that complete us. Let them crawl inside of you, Cat, and make a home, that way, we will never be parted.
“I want you,” I whisper. “I... I belong to you.”
Bash grins, a smile that reaches his eyes, and it brings me so much joy. Wren leans in close, his tongue sliding out and licking the side of my face. “We know.”
She’s breathing hard, not from running, not anymore, fromcrossing over,from becoming one ofus. The old straitjacket hugs her naked flesh tightly, its dingy white, thick fabric and leather binding her arms, in a cruel, immaculate knot. I watch with pleasure as her chest rises and falls frantically, her face flushing a pretty pink color with every labored breath. Every twitch, every hitch of inhalation, is another crack in the iron mask she hides behind. The doctor is gone. What sits before menow is a woman, trembling on the edge of a very sharp, very permanent truth.She belongs to us.
She admitted it, the truth ripping from inside of her like a festering wound breaking open, and spilling its rot. I’m proud of my little toy. Proud that she pierced the orderly’s throat without flinching, proud that she came on his fingers, and took back her power. That she didn’t ask for permission, and that some corner of her, some putrefying, carefully hidden piece,enjoyed it.
My little toy might be close to panic. I can see it in her eyes as Wren crouches beside her, swaying like a child high on a sugar rush. He hums under his breath, an old lullaby turned rancid. “Button eyes and crooked toes, she cuts the throat, and nobody knows…” His grin is blood-smeared and beautiful, and happiness radiates from his pores. His eyes shimmer, glassy and wet with too much joy, too much desire, too muchher. I keep a watchful distance just in case he spirals too far, and I’ll have to step in and be the one to stop him. I can’t let him take her from us, from me. I need her now, just as I need my beating heart, and I won’t allow us to be parted.
Wren’s voice rises high as he continues singing, but he’s too close to the edge.Dammit,I don’t want to have to hurt him. I haven’t seen him this cheerful since we killed our parents. “One little doctor sitting on a chair, kill one man, and they won’t even care…”
“Wren,” I murmur, trying to get his attention to focus on me, and not her. He stiffens, just a flick of tension across his shoulders, but it’s enough to show me that he’s still in control of himself, and not the voices. His madness recedes a fraction, the ocean pulling back from the shore. Not gone, never gone, but controlled, tamed, at least for now. I breathe a sigh of relief, my mind questioning which one of them I would choose, if I had to only pick one, and devastation fills me that I don’t know the immediate answer.
Her eyes flutter closed for a heartbeat too long, and I worry that she’s coming down already from her bloodlust, and loss of control. I watch shame and anxiety bloom behind her lashes, now that the blood has cooled, and the ramifications of what we’ve done are settling in. I can read the doubt and self-loathing filling her, inch by inch, and it makes me furious. I want her free, unburdened by what she sees as sins. That man would have brutally raped her without a thought to her consent. He would have killed her here in this room, and left her to decay to protect his secret, yet she feels guilt for despatching him first to the devil. My thoughts evoke a sarcastic chuckle at how ironic they are. It’s not like I ever cared about the consent of any ofmyvictims, but Caterina is different; she’s important to me in a way they weren’t. She’s indispensable.
Fuck that, I want her angry, so angry that shame never touches her again. I need to cut that out of her, inch by inch, with surgical precision, and make her realize that she owes the world nothing. She needs to stop fighting against her nature, and playing the role that society has dictated she should play. My little toy has secrets, ones she’s hidden so deep, in hopes that no one finds out, but I will rip her open until they spill, like intestines all over the floor. Once you cut them loose from the body, there is no putting them back ever again. “Why did you do it?” I ask softly, and her eyes meet mine, but she doesn’t respond.
“Why did you take the shiv?” I press, knowing full well that we gave her no choice in the matter, but I want to hear her words, listen to her admit that she enjoyed her actions, that they liberated her. She shakes her head,no,her eyes filling with unshed tears. “You didn’t have to. You could have refused, you could have stabbed yourself, or one of us.”Come on, little toy, tell me what I want to hear. Break for me.
