9 | Silas
Silas
“Come here, angel,” I say as I walk toward the bed and sit on the mattress, ignoring the two people tied to it.
Sage hops to me with a soft giggle escaping her.
She is euphoric and covered in blood. I guess my sister has a taste for killing.
I bet she’s wearing Diana’s blood. Mark’s gaze falls on Sage as she climbs onto the bed and sits between him and Laura.
Good girl. She knows exactly what she has to do. I don’t even have to ask.
“You like what you see, Mark?” I say with a smirk.
He directs his gaze at the wall in front of the bed, and I almost start laughing at the effort this man is making to be respectful or not to provoke me.
Either way, I am going to take advantage of his kindness to entertain my girl.
I usually don’t care about her fucking other people.
I pretend I do because my sister kind of likes the idea of doing something wrong.
In reality, I only care where her heart is and nothing else.
She can fuck as many people as she desires as long as she returns to me at the end of the day and lets me fill her pussy to the brim with my cum.
“Tell me, dear sister, did you enjoy hooking up with Diana?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
Sage smiles shyly and nods in a positive response.
Good girl. Play the shy little angel for me.
It will make this even more interesting.
“What do you think about Mark here?” I say as I stand and approach Mark from the side.
I use my knife to caress his cheek with the blade, and Mark twitches at the contact.
“He is cute.” Sage turns to look at Laura, and a grin forms on her lips. “She is cute, too.”
“Do you want to play with them, angel?” I ask as my free hand moves over Mark’s body.
The man keeps still, trying his best not to move.
I smile to myself because this is going to make things easier.
I pull down his zipper and reach inside his pants for his cock.
To my surprise, this man is hard. I’ve never had an issue with my sexuality.
I am pretty flexible. If we vibe, I don’t care about your gender, but usually, straight men wouldn’t be into this.
However, Mark doesn’t seem to be too discouraged by the fact that I am slowly jerking him off while my sister watches with a watering mouth.
“Tell me, Mark. Are you hard because of me or my sister?”
“I... am not...” He tries to lie, but fails when my movements become faster and a moan escapes him.
“That was a good effort.” I chuckle and turn to Sage. “Come here, angel.”
I pat Mark’s thigh with the hand holding the knife, without stopping—even for a minute—stroking his cock.
I check for a second toward Laura’s side of the bed.
To my surprise, I find the young woman watching my hand with as much lust as my girl.
I guess this town has more sinners than it likes to admit.
I wonder if they think this is their ticket out. Maybe they believe that if they play along, they will get to leave with their lives. However, that’s not an option. We are going to kill them as soon as my girl is satisfied.
This is her night. Her revenge. Her night of fun. Even if she tried to change her mind a handful of times, I know deep down she wanted this as much as I did. The night we left this hell of a town, I promised myself that my girl would always get every desire she has fulfilled.
I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend in the history of boyfriends, but I have always kept that promise.
I have always kept an eye open for any hidden desire crossing Sage’s mind.
I have always tried to make her happy. The realization that I won’t ever be able to make her truly happy isn’t lost on me.
The one thing she wants, I can’t give to her.
Because the one thing Sage will always desire, no matter how our life progresses, is a baby.
It’s the only thing that she misses from the life we have built. It’s the one thing we both miss.
Mother’s cruelty has made it so this isn’t an option for us anymore.
That loss was something we never got over.
The memory of that night will always be a ghost of the past we will never be able to exorcise from our lives.
No matter how many memories we have created since, that night is still present.
It’s something that comes out in every fight.
A nightmare, Sage, has often at night. It’s a fear I will never get over.
The fear of losing her, like we lost our chance at happiness that night.
I shake the thoughts that are ruining my mood out of my head and force myself to be present in the moment. Sage has moved closer, sitting on all fours on the bed, her face a centimetre away from Mark’s cock. I grip the veil on her head until she is forced to meet my eyes.
“Open.” I bark the order, and my sweet angel doesn’t hesitate. She parts her lips and brings her split tongue out. The two spider-piercing bars decorating each side, now stained with blood, still shine under the light of the room, and I notice how Mark stares at them, both in terror and admiration.
I grip her harder and guide her head onto his cock.
She doesn’t resist me, allowing me to control her movements.
I push her down until she takes his cock deep down her throat.
Mark’s eyes squeeze shut and his head falls backward against the iron bed frame.
Laura watches still, her eyes never leaving the spot where my sister’s mouth moves up and down on Mark’s shaft.
“Good girl,” I say in a low voice as I move her head faster, the sound of her messy blowjob filling the room. I turn to Laura without stopping. “Do you like what you see, doll?”
She nods without hesitation. “Yes,” she admits in a low voice. She is braver than her boyfriend, or she could just be a fool thinking that playing the game will help her survive. I don’t really care. As long as my sweet girl is having fun, I don’t care how we get there.
I can tell Mark must be close to his release, so I let go of my hold on Sage.
She continues sucking his cock as I grab him by the hair and bring my knife against his neck.
His eyes jolt open and meet mine, but his body betrays him, and his dick begins twitching inside Sage’s mouth.
I watch her as she pulls back and uses her hand to stroke every drop out of him while he keeps squirting streams of cum onto her tongue.
I press the blade against his skin, and blood droplets make their appearance as I slice his throat.
Blood flows, showering Sage in crimson and mixing with the dried blood already on her.
She opens her mouth wider, getting more than a few droplets inside before she closes her lips and swallows.
I let Mark’s head fall against the bed frame as a scream comes from Laura, who’s still watching with eyes filling up with tears.
I smile as Sage turns to her with her knife and stabs her in the stomach, carving her open like an animal.
She digs inside the hole she made and pulls out her intestines as she watches the life leave the woman’s body.
Her wicked laugh fills the room as she pulls the bloody mass closer to her lips and takes a bite out of it.
I watch her as she chews for a moment, then spits it back at Laura’s lifeless face.
She turns to me, smiling, her fangs peeking out from her lips, making her look like a sexy vampire straight out of a cult movie. I climb onto the bed and on top of her as she lies half on Mark and half on Laura. I claim her lips with mine, tasting Mark’s cum and their blood as I kiss her.
She reaches for my shorts and unzips me without breaking the kiss.
Her hand finds my cock and pulls it out as I lift her dress and rip her lace thong into two pieces, discarding it to the floor.
She strokes me against her clit, moaning into my mouth before she allows me to push inside her.
She is so wet that I slide with ease in and out of her as my pace increases, and her screams of pleasure highlight every thrust I make.
It’s not long before I can feel her come on my cock, and my own orgasm follows right after.
I spill inside her, savoring the moment.
I part from her lips, taking a deep breath before I slip out of her. She quickly climbs off the bed and I do the same. We both fix our clothes in silence, and when we are ready to continue our quest, I pull her closer.
“Time to continue our fun night, sweet sister,” I announce as I steal one last kiss from her.
She breaks the kiss and fixes her hair. “Let’s go,” she says as she reaches for the door and exits the room first.
I stay hidden from view as she checks the space and starts running frantically. I see her as she finds Chloe, who’s still in the same damn spot next to the stairs. This woman is either stupid or in shock. Whatever her issue is, it will be her downfall. To my surprise, Sage doesn’t attack her.
She extends her hand, and I listen in as she tells her, “Come! I escaped. He killed everyone in that room. Run! I didn’t agree to this!
” The woman looks at her, stunned, and Sage yells louder, “Why are you not moving? I am not dying for you!” She pulls away, and Chloe reaches for her hand before she can retrieve it.
She weaves her fingers between Sage’s and allows her to help her to her feet.
They run down the stairs, and I know my sister all too well.
She is about to play the victim. I decide to give them a head start and head for the bathroom where Kyle is still hiding—the reason that everything happened to us.
If he hadn’t seen us kiss on the night of the prom and he hadn’t told everyone, Mother would never have known.
Our child might have been alive now, and my girl wouldn’t be as broken as she is.
I take the key I snatched from the door of the bedroom I just exited out of my pocket and push it into the keyhole of the door.
Usually, old houses like this one use the same type of key for the interior doors, and to my luck, this is the case here as well.
The door unlocks as I turn it, and I push it open to reveal Kyle standing in the middle of the room, stunned, watching me.
“Hello, Kyle,” I say in a low tone. “Time to have some fun.”