Page 27 of Lethal
I’m pulled back from that odd conversation, with the realization that I confessed to Bash and Wren Norwood my darkest secret, all my deepest sins, and they… welcomed me. They looked at me like I wasn’t a monster, just one of them. I felt, in that moment, a sense of connection that I finally belonged somewhere, and I still feel it now. I press my palm over my rapidly tightening chest. The pain I feel is sharp, clean, and real, but it’s not there from guilt, no, it’s satisfaction I’m feeling. The one I wasn’t able to dwell in when Thomas died, with his sins hidden behind closed doors.
“Who do you become when you stop pretending?”Am I pretending to be whole? Pretending to be someone who can help the broken, when I’m the one who needs help? I don’t want to pretend anymore. I want to live the way I was always meant to. I want to give in to that beast that rattles the bars of its cage. God help me, I want to betheirs, the Carnevil Twins.
I press my fingertips to my lips and realize I’m smiling. I turn my head and get a glimpse of myself in my reflection, in one of my diplomas low on the wall. The sight that greets me is terrifyingly beautiful, in a depraved way. She smiles so brightly, even though she is covered in bruises, bites, and blood, a hint of emerald green catches my attention, but I force my mind away from it. I don’t know when that started, but that’s not me, that can’t be me. I don’t know where the line blurred, or if it was ever there at all. I thought I came here for answers, for justice, for Cecelia, but maybe that was a lie too. Perhaps I came because something in me had already recognized the Norwood twins as kindred spirits. Something feral, dark, and ugly. Somethinghungry.
I press my forehead to the side of my desk. It smells like polish, ink, and quiet desperation. All the turbulent thoughts race back and forth through my mind, threatening to overwhelm me with a multitude of emotions. Am I losing my mind, or am I just seeing myself clearly for the very first time? I want to vomit, and at the same time, I want to find them, and ask them to hold me again. I want to be torn in half, so I don’t have to choose between the doctor and the thing beneath my skin. The worst part is that I don’t know which part of me would scream louder.
I drag myself off the floor, and strip the dirty, stained coat from my body, until my naked flesh is caressed by the cool air, and somewhere in the back of my mind, the thought of Halstead watching me shatter and remake myself, through his hidden cameras, whispers to me, but I ignore it. Let the sick fuck watch, and perhaps he’ll be the next one I hunt.
It’s time I faced this new world, the one I have allowed myself to fall into willingly. I’m Alice, falling through the rabbit hole, and I don’t think I can go back to who I was. I need to know who I’m becoming, and how far I’m willing to go for them, and myself.
Wren’s sitting with his back turned toward me, sketching on the walls of our room with a black crayon, and singing his unhinged rhymes. I narrow my eyes at his latest creation, a two-headed, scaled dragon with ferocious, sharp teeth, that’s breathing fire, while holding a syringe in one of its vicious claws. There’s a graphic naked, broken female puppet with its strings cut, lying discarded on the ground at its feet. I roll my eyes at his creation, knowing full well where the inspiration is coming from.
“Pretty puppet, made of skin, cracked a smile, let me in. Strings all snapped, she tried to run, but cutting limbs is half the fun. Snip-snap arms, twisty legs, hang her high on butcher pegs. Paint her lips with crimson red, tell her to hush, or lose her head. Pretty puppet, cry no more, you were broken long before. One more stitch, and you’ll be mine, my broken doll, my sweetest crime.”
He seems happier now, as opposed to when I forced him earlier to return with me to our room, after placing our girl safely in her office, and disposing of Sullivan’s dead body in the incinerator in the bowels of the asylum. It was a difficult situation, getting my brother to step back from the ledge he was barely toeing, never mind forcing myself to do the same.
My mind wanders back to the events of last night, and I feel my cock hardening at the image of my disheveled toy, covered in our cum, blood, and other bodily fluids. After I drugged her, she lay there, in and out of consciousness, as we took turns using all of her holes for hours. How sweet and warm she felt and tasted, without any resistance against us. She was truly ours at that moment, and no one could take her away from us, not even herself.
As we were using her mouth and pussy simultaneously, I witnessed a look crossing my brother’s face that caused a morbid chill to race down my spine. I quickly realized it wasn’t him in control anymore; it was one of his voices, and I instantly worried it was the worst of them, the blood-craving, violent clown. At first, all he did was trail his fingers through our names carved into her skin, reopening the wounds, and making them bleed. There was a spark of anarchy, and hunger, etched across my brother’s features as he refused to meet my gaze, mesmerized by the sight of the pretty doctor’s life essence, trickling scarlet out of her. A massive red flag was being waved before my eyes, and I knew I had to intervene. “Wren,” I calledout to him, halting my next thrust deep inside her slack mouth, but he didn’t acknowledge me, and that increased my unease.
He dug his fingers deeper into her flesh until, even in her drugged slumber, she flinched and cried out. The bruising imprint of his touch was already growing visible on her pale skin, mixing with all the other marks we had left on her, until her flesh was a ghoulish expressionist painting of our touch. He pulled back from her cunt, running his engorged cock, covered in her juices, through the mess he had made of her thigh, and the sight of her blood covering him did things to me. Unhinged, unmerciful need blared through me, and I dug my fingers into her hair, roughly yanking on the strands, until I felt them give way under my violence. I should have felt a moment of remorse for hurting her further, especially since she wasn’t doing anything to deserve it, but it wasn’t really in my nature. She was ours, and that came with consequences, and whether she lived or died would be decided by fate.
“She would look prettier if we carved her open, her blood spilling and bathing us in its warmth, don’t you think?” Wren muttered, but his voice had a strange lilt to it, confirming my suspicions that it was the clown I was speaking with. Dark gray-blue eyes rose to meet mine, and I forced myself to remain calm, and not show him any outward reaction. “You know you want to, Bash, you can’t stop the monster inside of him, any more than you can stop the one inside of you. She will die at our hands. It’s inevitable.”
“We can keep her safe. Wren will learn restraint. He cares about her. She’s different from all the others. They were nothing, but she’s everything,” I declared, with a sense of desperation rising within me. I tore my glance away from my brother’s form, and stared down at my toy. She was so helpless at that moment, her eyes were fully closed, even though they twitched with the effect of the drugs, and her lips werestretched wide to accommodate my thick girth. Her body was still strapped tight in the straitjacket, with only her pussy and legs exposed to us. An urge to see her completely bare, her breasts and creamy flesh fully on display for me, soared through me, and I reached forward, loosening the straps on the jacket, until her arms flopped down like dead fish beside her torso on the desk. It didn’t escape me that I was giving her a way to defend herself, if things went sour in here with my brother.
Am I prepared to hurt him, even kill him, if he tries to murder her in her current state? The question circled my mind over and over, but I refused to acknowledge the answer, knowing full well that there was no right choice, and no matter what I selected in the end, I could lose one of them.
“What happens when she gets tired of playing with the twin psychopaths, hmmm? She can walk out of this place any time she wants, but we can’t, we’re trapped here.” Wren’s hands wrapped around her shapely thighs, forcing her ass in the air as he rammed his cock back inside of her pussy, so vigorously, that she slid across the desk with a groan. The monster inside of me was enjoying the sight of him using my little toy, but I knew I had to be careful here. One wrong move, and he could take her away from me permanently, and I couldn’t allow that. I wouldn’t allow it. She’s mine.
“She won’t leave us behind. She knows she belongs to us now. We will leave here together, Wren. That was always the plan, brother, you know that.” I pulled out of her mouth and steadied her on the desk, as my brother ruthlessly fucked her. I’ll keep you safe, little toy, at least for now, at least from him.
“You’re... a... fool.” Thrust. “She’s... going to... run.” Thrust. “And... make sure...” Thrust. “You both stay... locked... up... tight.” Thrust. He nodded toward the dead man on the floor. “You’ll take...” Thrust. “The blame.” Thrust. “For... that too.” Hecame with a harsh groan, filling her up with his cum, his body slumping over her, and crushing her to the surface of the desk. I reached forward, hiding my intent, and grabbing the empty, discarded syringe, concealing it in my closed fist. Wren was distracted, brushing our sweet doctor’s hair, with a gentleness that belied the violence he’d just committed against her body. He mumbled incoherently to himself, too low for me to clearly hear him, and I wondered if one of the others had taken him over. For her sake, I hoped it was one of the weaker monsters that resided in his head.
He pulled away, meeting my gaze once more, but using his fingers to push his cum back inside of her prone form, while he hummed under his breath, a tune I’m almost positive our demon of a mother used to sing to us. My toy’s body began to move restlessly, her limbs contracting against the surface of the desk, and I feared that she’d wake from her drug-induced slumber, and make this situation even more precarious. “I will protect us, Wren. I always have, and I always will. It was I who saved you from Mom and Dad. I, who kept you safe in those foster hells, even when they tried to part us. I have never let you down, so trust me once more, brother. I promise you, I will continue to do what I always have.” A few moments went by in silence, both of us breathing heavily, and I feared I’d lost him to the clown, and he’d force me to hurt him.
“Fine, but if she tries to leave us, I’m flaying her skin while she’s still alive, and I get to consume her heart,” he growled, as he gripped his cock in a rough grasp, and began to urinate all over her ass and legs, moving toward her face, as his stream of piss turned the jacket an ugly shade of yellow. “What the fuck are you doing, Wren?!” I demanded with a mixture of horror and amusement.
“Marking what’s mine,” he replied smugly, pissing all over her face and hair. I should’ve been grossed out by his childishbehavior, but instead, I felt the same deep-seated need. Our names on her skin were not enough. I wanted to crawl inside of her and make a home, so that she could never be rid of me. “Open her mouth, brother,” I demanded, as I jerked myself off and came all over her face, getting some of my semen inside of her mouth, while Wren’s fingers pried it open as he urinated inside of it, and she began to choke and sputter.
“Do you think the pretty broken dolly is up yet, brother? I want to play with her again,” Wren’s voice breaks me from my memories, bringing me back to the here and now, and I release my hold on my cock, a bit surprised that I’ve managed to free myself from my pants, and was even stroking myself.
“The dosage should have worn off by now. She should be awake.” I wonder if she’s hiding from us, after waking up in the state that we left her in, and she’s replaying what she remembers of last night in that padded room.
“She’s going to run,”Wren’s distorted voice echoes through my mind, and fills me with instant rage.
I was dead serious when I told my brother, and the demons who inhabit him, that I wouldn’t allow her to escape us, and that I’d keep us safe, and I intend to do just that. “Wren, it’s time to go, brother. We have to find our little doctor before she wanders too far away from us.” I tuck my deflating cock away, and rise from my miserable bed, stretching out all my limbs as excitement begins to fire through my bloodstream, at the prospect of wrapping my hands around the good doctor’s swan-like neck. I stare at Wren’s drawing as he discards the crayon, and I realize that he’s drawn a large, dark, menacing shadow, leering behind the dragon, and the broken puppet. A sense of foreboding overpowers me as I take in the image. “Who is that supposed to be, Wren?” I question, my chest tightening with an unfamiliar feeling.
Wren looks from me to his drawing, his head tilted sideways, as if he’s observing it for the first time, and it wasn’t he who drew it. His fingers reach out and trace the shadow, and I almost reach out and grab his hand to stop him, as if the image could somehow hurt him. “True evil, brother, darker than us. He liveshere, trapped in this place just like we do, and he’s hungry, Bash. He’s so very hungry.”
Well, fuck.
Ileave the women’s washroom and begin the trek back to my office, rage infiltrating every cell of my body. How fucking dare they drug, abuse, and make a mess of me. Once I finally came to my senses, and took a good look at myself in the mirror in my office, I almost vomited at what stared back at me. I was covered in bruises everywhere, my hair was matted to my skull, not to mention the stench of urine, and cum, that seemed to permeate from my pores.Fucking animals!
They drugged and used me, as if I were a real live doll they could abuse in any way they wanted, and not a human woman with emotions, and the right to consent to their treatment.How fucking dare they?!I’m going to make sure they pay for that. One way or another, the Norwood Twins will learn that I’m not inferior to them. We’re either on the same playing field, and equals, or I’m getting off this circus ride, and not without causing them some bloodshed first.
My eye catches on a white sheet of paper that has been slipped underneath my door, as I step into my office. Terror seizes me as I stare down at the sheet, as if something on the page could somehow attack me. I reach down and grab the paper, and it shakes in my trembling hand. My gaze skims over the messily scrawled words, reading them once quickly, and then having to read them a second time, to force my mind to comprehend the threat implied.
