16. Daisy
Sixteen
Daisy
Jason pulls the door open and the nostalgic melody of a merry-go-round plays.
My eyes widen at the sound and I sprint down the hallway.
My hair streams behind me, and I feel free.
I twist my head to see walls lined with warped mirrors that contort our reflections into wild shapes.
Golden light spills across them, chasing away the shadows.
The house has almost lost its menace now that I am the most frightening presence within it.
Laughter bursts from me, energy crackling through my veins.
After devouring that blight and Jason finally fucking me, every step stirs something wild in me, my muscles humming with power.
I tower over the world, unstoppable, and know that I could shatter anything in my path.
My fingers tangle in my hair while a rush of euphoric giddiness coils in my chest, desire pulsing beneath my skin.
Jason.
I glance back at him as he prowls behind me, darkness radiating from his body. He removed his jacket, leaving it in the previous room, and now shows off his muscular, tattooed arms. God, I want to sink my teeth into him.
My broody, older stepbrother is mine. Happiness makes my smile spread wider. This is all I’ve wanted since I first saw him.
While the beginning of the night didn’t go as planned and looked dire at one point with what felt like disaster after disaster, everything still fell into place.
I press a hand to my chest. I’m thankful for this dark being within us that drew Jason and me together.
I’m positive I would still have won my brother over without this voice, but our God shattered every wall between us and made us whole that much more quickly.
Tonight is just the beginning for us.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I taunt, hoping to lure the hiding blights.
I sense that monsters remain, their fear lingering in the air.
I can smell their presence because their blood runs through me.
My tongue darts out, chasing the memory of their gourmet syrup gliding down my throat, and how it sent me soaring through the clouds on waves of sugared bliss. But it’s not enough.
Hunger twists in my stomach, causing me to groan and clench my fists.
I need more.
I want more.
I want more now.
A raw scream wrenches itself from my lungs as my fist flies forward, smashing into a mirror.
The glass splinters beneath my knuckles, breaking into spiderweb-like shards, making the image of my face fracture into duplicates.
In near disbelief at what I see, temporarily halting my rage-induced spiral, my fingertips gently touch the corners of my eyes, noticing that my pupils are no longer blue, but now glow red. It’s the devil’s gaze.
My chest rises and falls, each labored breath clouding the glass, sweat trickling down my forehead and glinting like tiny crystals. The image of the blight flashes in my mind—green and gooey, with blood shimmering, toxic and radioactive. It shouldn’t have tasted so good, but it did.
I bring my thumb to my mouth, wrap my lips around it and cry out, tasting the faint remnants of their saccharine souls.
“Where are you!” I shout. Spinning to face the hallway’s end, my body shakes with fury. The walls tremble at my outburst. I glance down at my forearm, veins writhing like restless snakes, glowing with viridescent fluid and throbbing with an insatiable hunger for more blights.
A low, beastly growl slips out. If I don’t get to eat one soon, I’m going to tear this house apart with my bare hands and rip out the monsters’ throats with my teeth. “You can hide, but I will find you.”
Like an untamed animal, I roam in circles, my eyes drawn to the door at the end of the hallway. If the blights don’t appear, face me like the despicable creatures they are, I will continue my hunt. I will eat them. I will eat them all.
Jason’s footsteps echo closer, and I catch his shape in the mirrors.
My brow knots with irritation. I’m angry with him for taking so long.
Angry that I don’t have the sweetness that I crave flooding my throat.
His reflection bends and distorts as he comes closer, shapeshifting in time with the whimsical music that fills the air.
I whirl around, grabbing his shirt in fistfuls and slamming him against the wall. The mirrors reverberate with the impact. While my eyes blaze vivid red, his are swallowed by the darkness of night. A spark of irritation lights his eyes, his jaw tightening and nostrils flaring.
This is his fault.
“If I don’t get to eat more monsters, you’re next,” I hiss, my eyes tracing his exposed skin, wondering where I’d sink my teeth into, where the juiciest part of my stepbrother would be.
Jason laughs cruelly, his hand snaking around my neck, fingers tightening to leave me gasping for air. For a moment, it’s a silent battle for dominance.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, little sister.
Are the drugs making you crazy? Making you think that you have power over me?
” He speaks in a low, guttural tone, his voice rumbling through my mind.
“You want to play rough?” He kicks my legs apart.
“I’ll show you rough.” Jason leans closer, his mouth hovering above mine.
I tilt my head up, our lips brushing. “Get on your fucking knees, slut.”
My breath hitches, hands dropping from his shirt as heat ignites between my thighs.
Jason’s eyes narrow, a warning to obey his command.
The stubborn, unruly part of me doesn’t want to do what he says.
I want to keep lashing out and bite him for daring to boss me around.
Yet part of me remembers being his little toy in the alleyway…
and that part sends me sinking to my knees before him.
Jason pats the top of my head. “Good girl.”
It should be condescending, but it isn’t. Instead, it calms the storm within me that lingers from the blights. The hunger pains subside just a little, enough that I can breathe and think again. My mind is no longer clouded by the incessant need to destroy.
“Pull out your tits. I want to see every part of you,” Jason barks, his tone a stark contrast to the softness of just a moment ago.
Lust blurs my gaze and I yank down my dress so my breasts are on full display. My hands slide down my legs, each touch heightening the anticipation of what Jason will do to me. I exhale, the breath curling out of me like wisps of smoke.
I glance up at the soft whoosh of fabric dropping to the floor.
His cock bobs impressively, his two piercings shining with a bead of precum pooling at the dark-pink tip. Veins stand out against his erect shaft, and I lick my lips, my fingers eager to take all of him. To taste him. To devour his cock.
Jason clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Does my little sister want to be used? Do I need to fuck this mouth of yours so you can learn some manners?”
“Yes. Yes, please.” My smile is wide and eager. I rub my thighs together, my wetness growing.
“Don’t move.”
He wraps his belt around my neck and secures it, then slides his fingers under the leather to ensure I can breathe comfortably. He pulls the strap, and my eyes widen as it tightens to allow Jason to either ease or restrict my airflow.
“Tap my leg if it becomes too much.”
I nod in understanding, my mind hazy with arousal from being in this position.
Jason pulls me forward roughly, the belt wrapped around his tattooed fist, and I gasp as fogginess further engulfs my thoughts, taking me to a new erotic plane.
Jason thrusts forward, taking advantage of my open mouth, his cock filling me instantly.
I gag from the sudden intrusion. “Choke on my fat cock, baby.” The belt loosens, giving me a second to adjust. His piercings hit the back of my throat, and I grip his legs as he sets a brutal pace.
My eyes water, breasts bouncing with each push.
“This mouth is mine.” Thrust. “Mine to use.” Thrust. “Mine to fuck.” Thrust.
A groan of pleasure escapes his lips, which encourages me to open wider, to take him all.
Jason pulls lightly on the belt, and I gasp around his cock, choking, tears sliding down my face.
“I love the way you cry with my cock in your mouth.”
A faint buzz fills my ears.
“Fuck. Look at you taking me so well.” His voice sounds distant.
My eyes roll until I’m not sure where I am anymore.
Still, my fingers dig into his jeans. “You’re so perfect, Daisy.
” My nostrils flare, struggling to breathe around him, but I know I can take him.
I want Jason to break me into pieces. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
“I’m going to come and you’re going to drink every last drop, aren’t you?”
I moan my agreement around his cock as he continues to fuck my mouth.
“What a beautiful cum slut I have.” Jason jerks forward, body shuddering as his arousal shoots into my mouth. My throat flexes while his shaft pulses with his release.
“Fuck!”
Greedily, I gulp down Jason’s orgasm, licking my lips as he pulls out, making sure I do what he says and don’t waste anything.
He removes the belt from around my neck, his fingers lingering on the steady pulse of my heartbeat. I drink in the air, taking a breath, and then another, until everything levels out into a calm steadiness.
He holds my hand, quickly pulling me upward so I stumble into his body. My eyes fly to the mirrors and I’m surprised to see they’ve returned to their normal color, as if I’m no longer under the influence of a hungry, angry demon. Jason’s thumb lifts my chin to meet his serious gaze.
“Don't ever shove me like that again.”
With a hard gulp, I nod. Now that my head has cleared, I’m ashamed of the anger and force I used on Jason.
I don’t know what came over me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
His thumb traces the edge of my lips before he leans down, his tongue flicking out to lick my cheek. Jason’s signature smirk appears on his face. “You missed a drop.”
As I tuck my breasts back into my dress, a wet, gurgling sound echoes from the end of the hallway, drawing my gaze past Jason.
There, a blight stands motionless, hands raised, white bone peeking through torn flesh. Its mouth stretches open, spilling black fluid that splatters across the floor while it tries to form words.
My mouth twists, head tilted as I study the monster. There’s something familiar about the blight, though I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. My eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“Is it trying to speak?” I ask, watching its jaw swing open and shut.
Jason shakes his head, turning to face the blight as he stands beside me. “It’s a trap, trying to make us lower our guard. A terrible trap.” He cups his hands around his mouth, then bellows at the monster. “We’re smarter than that, dumbass. Nice try!”
A chainsaw erupts without warning, its snarl sending my heart into overdrive, electrifying my senses and snapping my eyes open in alarm. “Do you hear that?”
I spin, desperate to pinpoint the source, but all I find are our reflections, and the blight endlessly multiplied in the mirrors, each one twisting my sense of direction and leaving me unsure where the horrors might emerge.
“A chainsaw?” My voice comes out shaky. We’re no match for a fucking chainsaw. And why don’t I have one?
“Shit.” Jason turns to me, his hands gripping my shoulders, shaking the fear from my body. “You need to find a weapon while I take on this blight.”
A weapon, my mind repeats. I need a weapon. If I found something, we might stand a chance against a monster wielding a chainsaw. Like a flamethrower, or a shotgun. Even a lawn mower would be better than nothing.
“I’ll be back. I’ll find something.” Panic twists my words into something frantic. The thought of leaving Jason alone is terrifying, but what’s scarier is the thought of the blights succeeding in infecting everyone and taking over Grimwood.
We have to stop them. God, we shouldn’t have gotten so distracted. It was worth it to be thoroughly fucked, but now we’re paying the price for it.
“Jason, I’ll be back. Don’t die or I’ll kill you.”
I send a silent prayer to our God, begging it to keep Jason safe as I sprint down the hallway, away from the blight and the roar of the chainsaw.
The mirrors continue to warp reality, twisting my sense of direction and hiding the doors.
I search for an escape, my gaze darting frantically.
My reflection twists and elongates, swirling into a dizzying circle until a flash of gold catches my eye.
A handle, half-hidden behind a mirrored surface.
I lunge forward before it can vanish, my hand poised over the door handle while I steal a glance behind me, heart hammering against my ribcage. Jason has moved closer to the blight. There’s no sight of the chainsaw. Yet. I need to hurry.
I yank the door open and charge ahead, the warm, cozy glow of the hallway nearly making me forget that we’re trapped inside a haunted house and that evil is lurking.