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“Ziggy,” Erek pleaded.

My stepbrother swung his arm and whipped Erek’s bloodied face with the gun. “She’s terrified of me because of you!” He hit him again and again, ignoring both our cries. “You did this to her! You made her fear me! You think you’re a man? Huh?” Ziggy finally stopped, huffing as he remained crouched over his father’s body. Erek’s blood stained his face and dripped from the strands of his hair. “Skittles.” Ziggy looked back at me, his blue eyes burning against the dark blood. “Come here.” I shook my head again, shaking. “Come here!”

My body tensed. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to be here. “Ziggy,” I cried. “Please.” My stepbrother snapped his fingers and motioned for me to come closer. And like the weak person I was, I did.

I crawled into the kitchen on my hands and feet, nearly slipping on the pool of Erek’s blood. Ziggy moved over and grabbed my arm, pulling my body closer as I slid through the pool. His grip tightened and he raised me up, dropping me onto Erek’s lap. The old man grunted, spitting out more blood as I landed on him.

“Take it out.”

I looked up at Ziggy through tears, confused. “What?”

Ziggy leaned closer and pointed to Erek’s pants with the gun. “Take his dick out. Now.” I didn’t move, terrified by what he was asking me to do. “Do it, Koven.” He waved the gun around at me. My body remained still. “Do it!”

“Okay!” I sobbed. “Okay.” While on my knees, I reached for Erek’s pants. My fingers trembled, and I unzipped them, reaching beneath to pull his dick out. It made me sick, feelingthe soft, hairy chunk of tissue within my grasp. I nearly gagged, plopping it down, fully exposed.

Erek made all sorts of noises, begging us to stop, but Ziggy only smiled.

“Stop?” he teased. “Oh no, we’re just getting started.” He walked over and picked the kitchen knife up. “You think you can stick your dick in whatever you want, all because you’re a man?” My stepfather cried as Ziggy leaned in close and spoke to him. “A real man doesn’t rape his stepdaughter.”

“Ziggy,” I breathed. He locked eyes with me. “Please.” I hated what we were doing.

“Hold it nice and tight for me, Skittles.” He looked back at Erek. “You think you’re untouchable because you have a badge and carry a gun. Well, I don’t see your badge, and I got your gun now.” He chuckled. “You always hated me, calling me a fuck up and a mistake, but the real mistake here is the one you made when you decided you could touch her. She’smine. Mine to touch, mine to fuck, and mine to protect. Mine!” He pushed the tip of the blade into Erek’s cheek. “No one touches her but me.” Ziggy motioned for me to hold Erek’s dick. I reluctantly did so, watching as he shuffled closer and hovered the kitchen blade at the base of Erek’s shaft.

“Wait,” my stepfather cried. “P–please. Ziggy, wait! No! No!”

My stepbrother grinned. “We’ve both told you ‘no’ many times, but that never stopped you, did it? ‘No’ doesn’t exist here. You made that perfectly clear.” And just like that, Ziggy began to saw Erek’s dick off with the knife.

Blood spewed from Erek’s pelvis and sprayed across both mine and Ziggy’s face. I coughed and gagged, absolutely disgusted by what he was doing. But I was too frightened to move. So I sat there, holding the limp dick as Ziggy hacked away at it, the flesh squelching and making all sorts of sickeningnoises. Erek tried to push us off, but he’d lost too much blood, weakened and still inebriated.

I had to shut my eyes, trying to block out the gruesome scene unfolding before me. By doing so, I had unintentionally gripped Erek’s shaft a bit too hard, nearly falling back as it ripped from his body.

Erek wailed, and I opened my eyes, realizing what I had done. My heart raced in such a panic, seeing the very thing that had haunted me for so long now lifeless and limp, firmly in my grasp. “Fuck!” I dropped the dick and fell back onto my ass. “What the fuck?” I shouted.

Ziggy picked Erek’s dick up and looked back at his father. “You’re really not a man now.” Erek made a few gurgling noises, and I listened as he exhaled the last of his life as his chest suddenly stopped moving.

Fuck!

“Oh my god.” I covered my mouth. “He’s dead. He’s fucking dead!”

Ziggy glanced at the dick in his hands and smiled. “Good.” His tongue extended, and he licked the bloodied shaft. I nearly vomited at the sight of him savoring the flavor. “Mmm. I can taste you on his skin still.” He licked it again. “So fucking delicious.”

I couldn’t take it any longer.

“Fuck this.” I tried to climb to my feet, slipping all over the bloody kitchen floor. Once I finally steadied my footing, I ran towards the front trailer door. As I reached for the doorknob, Ziggy locked it. My head raised and our eyes met.

“What do you think you’re doing, Skittles?” he asked. I slowly backed away, stepping through the broken glass from the door as he shadowed me. His head tilted, watching me as we moved back towards the kitchen. “There’s no reason to be afraid anymore. He’s gone.” He smiled, proud of the disturbingoutcome. My foot bumped Erek’s leg and I froze. “It’s over, Koven. He can’t hurt you anymore.” Ziggy gently caressed my face. “It’s just us now. You and me, Skittles. I’m going to make everything right.”

“Happy,” I sobbed. “You–you can’t. This is wrong. All of it. It’s sick.”

His brow furrowed as he wiped my tears. “Wrong? What he did to you was wrong…this!” He shook the dick in his hand. “Is fucking wrong!” Ziggy moved swiftly, biting a mouthful of Erek’s dick off with his teeth. “And what’s really sick is letting your flavor go to waste.” He swallowed the bloody mouthful of Erek’s dick.

My body hunched over as I fell to my knees and vomited all over Erek’s body. My stomach held nothing back, squeezing hard as it emptied entirely. My eyes burned from the intensity, and I cried uncontrollably, hurling again and again. I tried to wipe my face, realizing my hands were pushing against Erek’s torso, his body now smothered in both blood and my vomit. I shouted, falling back as Ziggy caught me.

My stepbrother spun me around and gripped my face tight, the two of us on our knees. He tugged my hair, forcing my head back while making me gasp. “The only sick thing here is us. And there’s nothing fucking wrong with that.” He slammed his mouth into mine, and I tasted Erek’s blood. Ziggy’s tongue slithered along the top of my mouth, unbothered by the lingering vomit. He just moaned and kissed me, holding me hostage. My hands clawed at his fingers as I tried to push him off. But my fighting only made him kiss me harder. And soon, despite the absolute insanity of everything that happened, I found myself swept up in his touch, wanting more.

The very thought of what we’d done and were about to do made me cry.

Ziggy pulled away and gazed down at me. “Shhh.” He wiped my face. “There’s no reason to cry.”