Page 25 of Lethal
He’s looking at her too long, too deep, like she’s the only thing in the world, and we can’t let that continue,the old woman warns in a harsh voice.
You saw it. He didn’t stop to look at you like that. He cares more about her,the angry male screams, causing tears to appear in my eyes from the pain.
Please stop, all of you, please, you’re hurting me,I beg, and grind my teeth until I fear they’ll crack, and my jaw aches. The taste of her skin still lingers in my mouth, but is less satisfying now. My broken porcelain doll lies there, in her little white prison, constricted and damaged. With her red-rimmed eyes, wet cheeks, and her sins gleaming like jewels on her face, and that sweet tongue corrupted by her obscenity.Beautiful.A decaying angel descended from heaven.Mine.She’s mine too, or maybe she isn’t. Perhaps she never was.
He loves her darkness,the old woman claims.
But not yours anymore, now, does he? He’ll abandon you. He doesn’t need you anymore, he has her now,the clown gloats, his red lips opening wide in a merciless grin, as he bares his vicious, sharp teeth at me, and I feel their sting.
No, Bash wouldn’t, he loves me,but even as I try to assure myself, I know I’m wrong. I snap, losing what little control I have over myself, and I lunge at her, but Bash is there before I even move fully, placing his body as a wall between me and her. A fierce, warning growl leaves his lips, that causes the voices to momentarily recede. He’s always there, always protecting her from me. He grabs my wrist, his fingers circling, and threatening to break it.Tight, Bruising. Familiar.His betrayal is sharp, like a knife splitting open my soul and letting all the insects out, until I’m hollow and empty.
“Not like this, brother,” he says under his breath, his voice calm and cold. My broken dolly gasps in fear, and scrambles off the desk, her pale, creamy flesh splattered in blood, and her swollen pussy taunting me. She lands unsteadily on her feet, her eyes shifting between the two of us. Is she wondering who the bigger threat to her is? Perhaps I should prove to her that it’sme.
I rip my arm from Bash’s grip and stumble back, laughing and crying at the same time, and my empty fists clench like they might strangle air, when what they want to do is take her air away. “She’spoison,“ I snarl. “She’s making yousoft and weak.“ Bash just watches me through careful, hooded eyes, an unreadable expression on his face, and that infuriating calm, the one that feels like ants are crawling on my skin, remains unshaken. “You’re choosing her,” I whisper, a pain radiating in my chest, and all the voices are suddenly silent, holding their breath, awaiting his reply. “Don’t lie.”
He doesn’t respond, he doesn’t need to, he’s already chosen. It hurts; it splits me in half like an old scar pulled open by accident, sharp and sudden, and without warning.He wasalways supposed to be mine. My other eye. My tether to this godless place. The other half of my soul.
She’s watching us now, her eyes wide with fear and hesitation, and even bound beautifully as she is, she still has power. Power over both of us, and that makes me want to love and destroy her all at once. “You like her likeIliked the one behind the Ferris wheel,“ I mutter. “You remember? The blonde one with the perfect scream, but youneverlet me keep her. Never let me love her.”
“She wasn’t real,” Bash replies, his jaw tensing.
“She was real to me!” I bark. “Just like this one’s real to you!” The doctor flinches, her body tightening as if she’s been struck, and something in me cracks. She’s scared of me, and Iwantthat, but I hate it too. I back away from the desk, and the trembling body of the beauty, leaning against it, timidly awaiting her destruction. I slide down the wall, knees to my chest, rocking again. The whispers are too loud once more. They’re in my head, chewing, screaming, throbbing, demanding I obey them. I can’t make out who’s speaking anymore, they’re all jumbled as one.
Kill her.
Kiss her.
Rip her apart.
Crawl inside her skin and make a home.
Show her who you really are, the monster that lies in wait.
Keep her safe from all the others who wish to hurt her.
“Wren, please,” she whispers, her voice too loud in the silent room.
The tension is rising, filling all the available space, and it feels so heavy, so dark. I would usually enjoy that, but not now, not when I have the opportunity to have something, someone who could truly care about me and my brother. “She’s like us,” I declare, my eyes sliding over her partially naked frame, my arousal rising once more, until my cock throbs against mystomach. I tighten my fist around myself until a pained groan leaves my lips.More, I need more.I need to fuck and kill. I need the pleasure with the pain, and only then can I be sure of anything.
My gaze meets my brother’s identical blue-gray orbs, and something in his expression causes me to release all the rage I hold toward her. “I know,” Bash replies softly, as if he’s speaking with a child. I hate that he says it so simply, as if it were always obvious, and I was the last to see it.
“I don’t know if I want to hurt her, or hold her,” I whisper, as I drag my fingers through the trickles of blood making their way toward me on the floor. I use the cool, red liquid to coat my cock, stroking myself from root to tip, and allowing my beads of precum to mix with the orderly’s blood. She turns her body slowly around to face me, as if she’s afraid any sharp movements will trigger me into violence once more. She’s not wrong. I’m so close to the edge I can taste it, and my hold on myself is precarious at best.
“That’s how I know she’s not like the others. She’s something different, something special,” Bash says. “You feel it too.” I look at her, my gaze taking in all the contours of her facial features: the large, brown eyes framed by long, dark lashes, the curve of her high cheekbones, and the straightness of her nose. The dark eyebrows that rise with questions, and anticipation, and the lips I crave to bite, but also to kiss. The marks on her neck from Bash’s hands, and my teeth, and her pussy and upper thighs that glisten with my cum spilling out of her.God, she’s broken and beautiful.She’s bleeding from the inside out, just like me, just like both of us. The Carnevil Twins, the devil’s spawn without souls, but we must have one, even if we share it between us, after all, we’re both in love with her.
“I don’t know how to love something I want to ruin.” Panic and anxiety rise within me once again, a tight band constrictingmy chest. I’ll ruin this for all of us, I always do. I’m the reason we’re in Wellard Asylum. I’m the reason we got caught in the first place.
“You’re a mistake, son. I should have suffocated you when I had the chance,”my mother’s voice sings, through the cobwebs in my mind.
“She already ruined herself,” Bash states. “All you have to do now… is accept her.” I close my eyes, and the voices go quiet, numbness taking over, and bringing me a sense of peace for one long, dangerous second. I crawl toward her, slow, like approaching a frightened and hurt animal, and she doesn’t move away. She watches me intently, a mixture of curiosity and acceptance on her face. I get to my feet, towering over her petite frame, and lean forward until I rest my forehead against hers, our breaths weaving, and I take a deep inhale of her scent.Peace. Destruction. Mine. Home.
“Don’t take him from me,” I murmur, my voice cracking. My weakness is clearly on display for her to abuse, just like everyone I’ve ever let my guard down to has done before.“Please.”At first, she doesn’t answer, she just meets my gaze, brown versus blue-gray. She doesn’t pull away either. Instead, she presses her lips against mine, in a soft, barely there kiss, and that’s a beginning, one that I can live with, and comprehend.
“Please, Wren. Fill me up, make meyours,I need both of you.“ Her words are spoken against my lips, and they fill me with dark, unhinged euphoria.
“Oh, broken dolly, I thought you would never ask.” I bite down on her bottom lip, my teeth pulling it taut until the surface splits, and a bead of red, juicy blood appears. I immediately suck it clean, savoring her sweet taste and knowing that I’ll always need more. She will be my nourishment when my soul is battered, and my mind is filled with doubt. Yes, she will beeverything we need, her and Bash. Together, the three of us form a triangle, with no beginning and no end, all of us equal.
“I drink your warmth, I wear your skin, guess me right, or I crawl in.” I kiss her deeply, my tongue lashing against hers, as her moans fill my senses. I only break the kiss once we’re both breathing heavily.
