Page 23 of Lethal
My breath hitches as arousal floods me, and my core tightens. All of my hesitations and excuses are instantly forgotten, even killing a man in cold blood is no longer prevalent in comparison to wanting the twins for myself, and what they can provide me. A moan escapes my lips as I try to capture Bash’s mouth, but he moves away from me, denying me what I need most.No, please don’t refuse me, use me any way you want, I’m yours!I almost utter the pleading, humiliating words, but at the last minute, I swallow them.Be strong, or they will eat you alive, perhaps even literally.
Wren moves behind me, his rough fingers sliding across my fevered flesh. He grabs both of my asscheeks in his tight grip and squeezes, until a pained groan exits my lips, and Bash quickly swallows it. “Pretty Doctor, with pretty skin, missing my touch, so let me in,” Wren sings behind me.
Bash’s mouth presses urgently to mine, and his teeth nip at my bottom lip, demanding entrance. Our tongues and tastes tangle together as he lashes the inside of my mouth, and I wish my hands were free, so I could dig my fingers into his thick,obsidian tresses, and hold him tight to me, demanding that he never let me go. I growl in frustration as I yank on my restrained arms, breaking the kiss. “Free me. Now, Bash!”
Wren’s fingers slide between my asscheeks, stroking where I need him most, round and round, until I think I’ll go as mad as they are. “Oh no, broken porcelain doll, that would ruin all the fun.” Wren leans in, putting pressure on my restrained arms, and I feel his hard cock press between my folds, as his breath ghosts the shell of my ear. “Let’s peel her open, Bash. I want to see the dark things squirm.” The engorged head of his cock penetrates my tight hole, but goes no further, taunting me. Somehow, Wren’s threat doesn’t frighten me, and I know that should worry me. Am I numb, or naive to the reality of what is happening here? Do I even care if I live or die anymore?
Bash doesn’t smile; he never does when it matters most. His eyes gaze into mine without any expression. Arousal and fear wrap themselves tightly around me, as I stare into those merciless blue-gray eyes. The eyes of a killer, two of them, and like the wretched fool I am, I have just consented to be theirs. “We’re not done,” he says, eyes still locked on mine. “Not until you tell us.”
Alarm bells ring loudly inside my head, and something coils deep within me, something predatory, and ready to defend itself from the light Bash is attempting to drag it out into. “Ihavetold you,“ I rasp. “I told you about the guard. About what I felt.”
“You gave us thesurface,“ Bash replies, voice low, and his lips quirk upward in a sinister smirk.
“But we smell something deeper. Something older, and it stinks of guilt, porcelain dolly.” Wren thrusts fully inside of me, bottoming out in one harsh go, and a scream rips from my mouth with the sudden pain, and echoes off the padded walls. He’s so large and thick that I feel like I’m being torn in two.
“FUCK!”Yes, that’s what we need, the violence and depravity, not the softness that has left us unsatisfied in the past.
“Oh, little toy, we haven’t even begun to fuck you, and you haven’t even started to scream yet, but you will.” Bash’s lips slam against mine in a bruising kiss, as his brother pounds inside of my pussy so roughly that the desk begins to move across the floor with a screech. Wren begins to sing again, a jagged little tune that has my fingernails digging into my palms, and my teeth biting down on Bash’s tongue, until the taste of his blood fills my mouth, and I groan deep in my throat with satisfaction.
“Tell the lie, eat the boy, hide the knife, break the toy…”
The sound of my and Wren’s skin slapping together, combined with my wetness, is loud and obscene, and pushes me close to the edge. Wren pinches my clit, and I scream into Bash’s mouth before he pulls away. My orgasm is rising up my spine in a rush of heat, every one of my muscles tensing in readiness, and just before I explode, Wren pulls out of my pussy with a loud chuckle, and a slap to my asscheek. “Naughty, Doctor, you don’t get to cum, you haven’t screamed enough yet, we haven’t seen your sharp teeth!”
No, fuck, no! How could he do that to me? I was so close!Rage spirals inside of me, a match set to a gasoline-drenched pile of kindling. “Shut up,” I croak, tears filling my eyes once more. I meant to scream it, but it came out small, weak, defeated, just like me in this precarious moment.
Wren crouches behind me, I can’t see him, but I can feel his hands grazing the back of my thighs, his fingers twitching, like he’sitchingto cut his way in. He leans forward and presses his face against my asscheeks, using his hands to pry my globes apart, and licks my puckered hole. “Yummy tasting candy,” Wren groans against my flesh, as his tongue thrusts past my ring of muscle, and inside of my ass. I squirm and bite down on mylip, trying to suppress my moans, but it’s no use, his mouth on me feels so good. My clit throbs painfully, the denied orgasm rising once again.
Bash leans forward, lips inches from mine. “You don’t get to cum,” he grips my chin, his fingers biting into my skin, “not until yougive in. Tell us the truth, little toy, and we can make it all feel like a pain-filled heaven, but lie to us, and it will feel like an unmerciful hell.”
”Idon’t...”
“Yes,” he cuts in, tone sharp enough to cause the hairs on the back of my neck to rise with wariness. “You do, you’re not here for your cousin. You’re here because you’re trying to rewrite the past. Trying to make yourself into a savior. Who are you trying to save, little toy?”
My whole body tenses and goes ice cold. I no longer feel Wren’s fingers and lips. I don’t hear any other sounds except loud static.How does he know?He can’t know, it’s not possible. No one knows, at least not anyone who is still breathing. My mind wants to immediately shut down to protect itself, and my heart pounds like a drum inside my chest, threatening to detonate. I can’t seem to get enough air in my lungs, and I gasp over and over, and they don’t do anything to help me. In fact, I would guess that both of them are utterly enjoying witnessing my misery, and distress, the sadistic monsters.Help me! Fuck, please, someone help me!I’m suffocating on my misdeeds and regrets. They’re rising like tsunamis, that will wipe everything out in their path. I just want to forget. I don’t want to have to face more of my mistakes.
“You’re trying to undo something,” Bash resumes.
“But the decay’s too deep. Isn’t it?” Wren claps again before biting my left asscheek, and forcing a scream from my lips. “Maybe she did the killing,” he sings gleefully. “Maybe the pretty doctor’s theworst oneof all. A killer, one just like us.”
No, this isn’t happening, it can’t be. They can’t know, no one can know.“I didn’t kill anyone!” I shout, “Not before that man, dead on the ground!” The silence that follows feels like the room is holding its breath. My head spins with the raging panic attack engulfing me. I’m having trouble taking a deep breath, and being unable to sit up isn’t helping me.
Bash tilts his head, calm and devastating, as his fingers reach out, gripping my face between the palms of his hands, and forcing me to meet his gaze. “No?” he says softly. “Then why do you still dream of him hanging there?”
Abomb explodes in my head, and all the air leaves my lungs in a single, violent exhale, and Wren takes that opportunity to plunge his massive cock back inside of me with force. “FUCK!” I scream, in a mixture of physical and emotional pain, lust, and misery, as everything he’s doing to me threatens to roll me under, and smother all the evil that lives within me.
Wren’s sadistic laughter fills my ears behind me. “Got her.” He thrusts deep, forcing my body to take every punishing inch over and over, without offering any mercy. My hips and clit bangagainst the metal surface of the desk, bruising me, and my body strains against his assault. I can feel my wetness escaping me, more and more, as he grinds himself against my ass.
“Who?” Bash demands. “Say it, little toy. Scream it, so we can hear your truths.” Memories surface, and flash inside my mind, of what I had done, of the sickness that had first infected me then, and hasn’t left me since, but instead hides and waits to rise once more.
“I don’t...”
Crack.Bash’s hand swings back and slaps my face hard, forcing my head to swing to the side, the skin instantly feeling like it’s on fire, and a cut opens on the inside of my lip with his brutal treatment. “Say it. Don’t try to lie to us. We can smell the truth.”
“Oh, broken dolly, I hope you keep quiet. I want to hurt you some more, and taste your terror.” One of Wren’s fingers finds its way to my asshole, and he plunges it inside deeply, followed by another, the sensation of being filled once again in both holes overwhelming all my senses. “Teeth, yes, we can use our teeth, just as we use our cock. We’ll tear her apart one hole at a time,“ Wren sings, as he pulls out and slams back inside of my cunt, as I fight for some sort of leverage on the desk.
“Thomas!” I shout. “Cecelia’s brother!” The dam breaks inside of me, all my strong walls crumbling like dust at the utterance of his name, and the image of him that appears in my mind’s eye. A name I swore would never leave my lips again, and a face I buried deeply, so I would never have to look at it in this lifetime, but the Carnevil Twins have ripped it out of me. Two cannibal serial killers have eaten away at my resolve, and murdered the person I thought I was before today.Lethal,both of them, ready and willing to tear me apart for their own amusement, and I walked right into this trap, a willing victim. There’s no going back now, no protecting myself. They’ve laidwaste to everything, my heart, my mind, my soul, and worst of all, my secrets. It all belongs to them now.
“Continue, little toy, we’re waiting.”
