Darkest Descent

Prologue

A perfect fucking family.

Twins with matching smiles and dead eyes. A father with many a dark secret kept well hidden from the world, and a wife who didn’t give a fuck as long as she had her manicure and a martini. The perfect family made me sick.

They were my obsession, my desire. I’d been watching them for months now, lurking in their shadows, in the corners of their lives, stalking through the dark while I waited for my perfect moment. And fuck, it was getting closer.

Because the bastard needed to suffer. The man, avoiding his wheelchair in the corner of the room, wobbling on unsteady legs as he stroked a hand down the back of his wife’s hair, needed more than death, more than despair. And I’d been planning it for a long fucking time.

The twins were going to be mine. They were going to suffer just for being his, for living a good fucking life under his wealth and their ignorance. They were my path to redemption and freedom from him. He would endure their torment, dreading each agonizing moment as if it were their last. The girl, with dark hair flowing down her back and an unmatched stupidity to what her family really was. The boy, who walked like he was bruised, but hid it well. I wondered if he suffered like I did.

My cock thickened in my pants as I observed another of their Sunday night dinners before the twins left for another week of college. Another week of freedom away from their parents.

The girl bit her lip, furrowed her brow, as she watched her brother sink into his chair gingerly. She whispered something to him and he shook his head. I’d never managed to get sound in the house, so I had to just guess she was asking if he was okay. His lying nod made me yank my cock free and squeeze it.

They were just as fucked up as their parents; they had to be. I’d witnessed their sadness when they thought no one could see. And imagining all the fucked up things coming their way had me desperate to cum, to paint the outside of their garish mansion with even more of my DNA. Fuck, it was going to be beautiful.

I jerked myself, running my fist up and down my shaft at the sight of their quiet pain. The awkwardness of their dinner, the way the staff moved around them without interacting, the food, made by a faceless chef almost all untouched on their plates. They were filthy. Disgusting.

And the two youngest were destined to be mine.

I came hard to the image of both of them dead, their bodies destroyed by my hand as their father sobbed. Vacant eyes, gray skin, cum-splattered.

I couldn’t fucking wait.