Chapter 37
W hen she turned to Tony, Kyla knew she’d lose all restraint. Even if she tried her best to hold herself back, she knew it wouldn’t happen. The man had caused her far too much pain and suffering for her to not release it all.
She stood in front of him and folded her arms over her chest as she cocked her head to one side. Letting a slow, sinister smile spread over her lips, she stared at him in silence, watching with nothing but pleasure as his eyes filled with fear.
“I’m treating this like a spot squeezing exercise,” she said. “You know? Where you need to get all the pus out before the hole can heal and disappear.”
Tony didn’t make a noise, he didn’t even blink, he just stared back at her, blank and impassive.
“You understand that you’re my pus, right?” She laughed and waved a hand through the air. “Of course you do. You’re not that dumb. But then again...” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth “...look at what you did, thinking karma wouldn’t come back to get you.”
Kyla lifted both of her hands and rotated her wrists, imagining in her mind at the same time exactly what she wanted. The vines holding Tony moved with fluid ease, tilting him onto his back. Moving her hands apart from one another, the vines spread-eagled Tony’s legs.
Seconds later, the stench of ammonia filled the air as a dark patch grew on Tony’s jeans.
As urine dripped down onto the floor, Kyla sighed and rolled her eyes. “You really are one pathetic man, Tony. What I ever saw in you is beyond me. And what on earth she ever saw in you to warrant the mess we’re now in is something I will never understand.”
Lifting her right hand, Kyla clicked her thumb and index finger together, smiling as a bright orange flame sprang to life. Carefully placing it on the edge of Tony’s right trouser leg, she took a deep breath and blew on the flame. Just as she wanted, the flame shot up the inside of Tony’s leg, burning away at the seam.
Hearing strangled noises now coming from Tony sounded like nothing but music to her ears. As the flame reached his damp crotch, it faltered, making Kyla frown. She walked between his legs, the apex of his thighs at her eye level, and lifted her right hand, facing the palm towards him.
Seconds later, a ball of fire streamed from her hand, blasting his clothes with such intense heat, it dried the dampness in a matter of seconds.
Tony squealed, his whole body rocking and tensing as he tried to fight the vines holding him. The small flame she’d set along the inside seam carried on round, making its way back down his left leg. With his jeans burned open and flailing like a pair of unzipped chaps, Kyla focused her thoughts on what was to come next.
“You wait there,” she said, patting Tony’s calf. “I’ll be right back.”
As she turned to leave, a thought suddenly crossed her mind. The flame that had taken care of his jeans had extinguished, leaving only a red mark on his skin. Reigniting it, she set it back on its path, like a train track, pushing it along the imprint it had already made once.
Tony groaned and fought the vines as the flame bit at his skin, the rancid smell of burning flesh quickly filling the air.
Kyla smiled to herself and headed upstairs, looking for one thing and one thing only.
The house itself was quite nice, new, modern, simplistic decoration in each room. With four bedrooms upstairs, the girls had a room each, painted in pastel pinks and purples. Pictures of unicorns were dotted around, several shelves on the walls holding dozens of adorable fluffy animals. They each had a double bed with matching double wardrobes and a set of drawers. TV on the wall complete with a games console underneath, the girls had led a privileged life so far.
Kyla had had nothing but a mattress on the floor until she turned ten. Bitterness and jealousy clashed together inside her, sparking her rage with a newfound wave. Perhaps if she’d been spoiled to this extent, she would be a completely different person to who she was today.
But then again, would she want to be?
The smallest room appeared to be an office. With all four walls painted white, with a matching white desk, white computer, and a cream-coloured leather swivel chair, the room actually felt sickly more than anything.
Turning her attention to the next room, the master bedroom, their bedroom, Kyla found herself surprised to see it was as bland and uninteresting as a hotel room. Dark grey and burgundy colours stretched across the bed, a stark contrast to the magnolia walls.
Across one wall, to her left, sat a built in, sliding door wardrobe complete with floor to ceiling mirrors. She slid the doors open and looked for her prize—a wire coat hanger.
Sliding her mother’s purple wrap-around dress from it, she took the coat hanger and headed back downstairs, twirling it around in her hand.
When she stepped back into the living room, her eyes fell upon her mother. Anna-Rose looked nothing but dreadful. Sweat and tears had mangled together on her face, streaks showing in her foundation along with black lines of mascara. Whilst no more blood fell from her, the exhaustion of the physical torture had clearly taken its toll on her. For a brief second, Kyla debated keeping her alive in this very state for the next decade, just so she could feel all the mental pain too, but ultimately, she didn’t have the patience for that.
Turning her attention back to Tony, she stood in between his legs, trying to ignore the putrid smell of burning skin lingering around her. The flame had run its course in reverse and extinguished whilst she had been upstairs.
Tony’s eyes were red, bulging like golf balls, his cheeks wet with tears. Kyla smiled. Tapping the vines, she lowered him down so she could see his face, his groin level with her stomach. Ready with her weapon of choice, Tony’s lower half burned free of clothes, Kyla found herself once again staring at the dick she’d happily ridden for months.
Back then, she’d loved it, couldn’t get enough of it. He was well hung, a good eight inches with a thick girth to match. For a brief second, she had a fleeting moment of sympathy for her mother. After years of no sex to then be offered something like this, no wonder she’d given in.
But she had still more than crossed a line.
Kyla took a moment to rethink her plan. Her initial idea had been to lift his balls up out of the way, to get that sweet spot right underneath his scrotum, but the thought of touching his genitals now made her want to be sick.
“I’m not going to lie, Tony. I don’t particularly want to touch you there again so I’m afraid I’m having to adjust my initial plan. It unfortunately means you’ll suffer a bit more pain but what’s a tad more in the grand scheme of things, hmmm?”
Kyla held her hand over the edge of the coat hanger, where the shoulder of it curved around into the bottom rail. Picturing the curve elongating to a sharp tip, she couldn’t help but grin as she watched her thoughts coming to life right before her eyes.
Using the new tip of the coat hanger to start her hole, she stabbed straight through his ball sack and into his flesh. He jerked and jolted, the creaking of the vines telling her how much he strained against them. A mangled cry shouted from his throat but she paid little attention to it—it was nothing but background noise.
As screams from the girls echoed around the room, Anna-Rose stayed silent, staring straight ahead into nothingness.
Kyla, happy and lost to herself, started whistling as she worked a jagged hole through Tony’s flesh, not caring for the blood and bits of muscle she tore away.
The beautifully bone chilling sound of Twisted Nerve by Bernard Herrmann mixed with Tony’s gargled screams. Kyla held her coat hanger with both hands and pushed, hard. Like a boat gliding through a pond full of underwater reeds, it eased its way up inside his body by a good five inches. Hearing the fibres of his muscles shredding like meat being pulled from the bone, Kyla couldn’t help but grin. Blood gushed back at her, spilling out of him like a red river.
Tony’s eyes fluttered as a streak of blood trickled out from underneath the vine wrapped around his mouth.
“No, no, you don’t,” Kyla said, taking her left hand and slapping the inside of his thigh. “You’re staying awake for this.”
His eyes sprung wide open, an almost startled look crossing his features as the unexpected shot of adrenaline coursed through his body.
“No checking out until I say so. I’ve yet to show you your heartless cow. You can’t miss that.”
A shiver ran down Kyla’s spine, a feeling of unease settling in her stomach. When the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, she turned her head towards the window, frowning when she saw the blinds still turned. No one could see in. So why did she feel like she was being watched?
Shaking her head and ignoring it, she tilted Tony upright, so he had a full view of what she was about to do to Anna-Rose.
Keeping the vines around her mother’s neck, Kyla brought forth two new vines, using each one to curl around both of Anna-Rose’s wrists and stretch her arms out like Jesus on the cross.
“This is going to be something of an experiment. It’s theoretically possible but we’ll see how it goes.” Kyla looked over her shoulder at Tony. “Are you watching?” The ire burning through his eyes only made Kyla’s grin even bigger. “I love how much you hate me right now.” She shuffled to the side and smiled back at him. “I didn’t want to block your view.”
Rubbing her hands together, Kyla stood at her mother’s left side, hovering her left hand over Anna-Rose’s chest, around three inches above where her heart would be. Closing her eyes, Kyla put her everything into concentrating on this. This would be her piece de resistance.
Seconds later, Kyla could hear her mother’s heartbeat in her head, the erratic rhythm telling Kyla exactly what her eyes weren’t giving away. Imagining her palm as a magnet and Anna-Rose’s heart as a piece of metal, Kyla slowly inched her palm away from her mother’s chest.
Nothing happened for the first few seconds, then in her minds eye, she could see all of the veins and arteries stretching, bit by bit, to support the new position of her heart. When her heart came within millimetres of touching her ribcage, Kyla pictured a bone cutter in her mind, slicing through the sternum, freeing her ribs. Like a poacher’s trap in reverse, her ribcage flung open, tearing through her flesh, spraying blood, skin, and muscle all over the walls and floor.
Muffled screams from behind her alerted Kyla to the girls still being a good audience and not hiding from the scene unfolding in front of them.
Anna-Rose let out a moan, her eyes closing as her head lolled to one side. Kyla touched her forehead with her right index finger, flooding her nervous system with a shot of adrenaline. Anna-Rose jolted awake, sucking in a deep breath, her eyes wide and scanning in the room as she took in what was happening.
Tony wriggled and squirmed, his cheeks turning red as he fought against his restraints. Every move he made squirted more blood from between his legs, the coat hanger knife still in place.
Kyla knew the human body shut down in cases of trauma but in this instance, neither of them deserved that respite, especially when she had the means to take it from them. Plus they couldn’t miss out on such a fantastic climax. Passing away with this as their last memory would be the cherry on the cake.
With Anna-Rose’s chest now wide open like something from a butcher’s shop, her beating heart elevated a few inches above where it should be, Kyla turned her attention back to the task in hand.
Moving her left hand closer to the heart, she slowly drew it away from Anna-Rose’s body, the smile on her face only growing bigger as the veins and arteries stretched with it, fighting not to let go. Seeing the tiny, intricate veins clinging on to the heart reminded her of how she’d felt so many times over the last decade, like she’d been dangling from a cliff, clinging onto the edge of sanity with her fingertips, desperate for someone, her mother over all others, to put their hand over for her to grab on to and never let go.
Kyla reached out and took the heart in her hand. The warm throbs drove home how callous this woman actually was. There was no emotion in that organ—it was nothing but a blood pump. She squeezed her hand, digging her fingernails into the pulsing muscle, scoring blood from it.
Looking over at Tony, burning her glare into him, Kyla asked, “Are you ready to see your heartless cow?”
The muffled shout grating through his voice box turned into a scream.
Treating her hand like a vice, Kyla closed her hand harder around her mother’s heart. With her right hand, she took Anna-Rose’s face between her thumb and forefinger, forcing her eyes to stay locked on Kyla’s as she took every last bit of life from her.
When she felt her fingernails scraping against her palm, she knew it was only a matter of seconds. With one final push, the heart finally exploded, signalling the end of Anna-Rose’s existence.
Shaking the remnants of mangled organ from her left hand, Kyla tapped her mother’s forehead, flooding her brain with a last bout of adrenaline, just to keep her awake for as long as possible as her oxygenated cells slowly gave out all of their life.
Anna-Rose choked, blood spurting from her mouth, the gargling noise in her throat like music to Kyla’s ears. Kyla kept her eyes on her, refusing to drop her eye contact until she’d taken her last breath.
“I’ll see you in hell,” Kyla whispered.
Anna-Rose gasped, then her eyes shuttered as her head fell backwards.
She was gone.
Kyla’s heart sped up as she soaked in her new reality. She’d killed her mother. The woman that had given her life was gone, existed no more. A sense of relief hit her, freeing her soul. She felt...light.
Just as she turned to her left, about to drop Anna-Rose’s lifeless body on the floor, a wave of tiredness washed over her, turning her limbs to lead. She felt as if a pin had just been stuck in her body, instantly deflating her.
Then she saw it.
The twinkle in her mother’s eyes shining back at her. Except the way her lips twisted in a sardonic smile resembled nothing of her cowardly mother. Her mind flooded with power, raw power—her own power—washing away her mental defences like they were nothing but sandcastles under a tsunami.
Kyla collapsed, her mother’s body hitting the floor only a second before Kyla fell on top of her. The body was dead, not responsive, but her eyes were very much full of life.
A brief flicker from a Chucky movie pinged through the chaos in her mind as she watched those eyes focus intently on her like they were trying to suck the very soul out of her.
Then it came.
With her mental barriers gone, Kyla was wide open and susceptible to anything supernatural heading her way. When the image of a pleasant old maid filled her mind, she frowned. The maid did nothing but stare back at her, cackling like the wicked witch of the west. In her mind’s eye, Kyla watched as the maid grew bigger, like someone had pressed the zoom button a million times, but at the same time, she felt herself shrinking in comparison. It felt as if the maid was filling Kyla with herself, pushing her way into Kyla’s body.
“No!” Kyla screamed, clutching at her head.
Feeling the weight of the maid pushing her down, squashing her into the blackness yawning beneath her, Kyla had not an ounce of energy to fight back, to stop herself from drowning in the nothingness waiting for her.
As her eyes closed, her mind filled with images of swirling jade green eyes comforting her as she fell into the darkness.