Darkest Descent

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13

Hunter

It was working. They were falling. Asher was already there, under my grasp, with a glassy gaze and a desperation to please me. The way he’d sucked my cock, welcomed my shaft down his throat and stayed hard as a rock throughout all of it… yes, I had him.

Alice was the harder one. A coldness remained behind her eyes. But I’d show her, I’d break her still. She licked my ass like she worshipped it. Her moans, the way she grabbed at me, the way her tongue plundered my hole like she wanted to own it? Yeah, I almost had her. She wouldn’t be far behind her brother. Then we could continue.

It was almost over.

I led them to the bathroom, both of them bewildered and slow, but for different reasons, stumbling as they took the stairs. Alice’s head swiveled, searching for an exit, but Asher’s gazed remained ahead, right on me. They could never escape this place, not without my consent. No matter how hard they tried. Despite the windows. The glass was inches thick, unbreakable. I had padlocked every door, and we were in the middle of nowhere. If they did get out, they’d never survive with no car. Without food and water and bags of supplies.

I’d planned this to the damn fucking bone . Years of work before I started tracking them, following them, biding my time. Yes. They wouldn’t leave here until I wanted them to. And I was almost ready to give them the run of the house. They didn’t need to stay in the basement, especially as I’d made it as disgusting as possible down there. It was just the first step.

Asher was with me already, but separating them would never work. They needed to fall together. I hoped Asher would be an excellent influence on his stubborn sister.

I locked them in the bathroom without a backwards glance, then walked across the hall to my camera room, clicking the window they were on to make it larger. Since the last bathroom visit, I’d installed a camera in the room, didn’t want to miss anything. Needed it all recorded.

Every inch of this house was monitored, but the large screen almost always showed the basement. Watching them was my obsession, had been for a long time now. It had been at a distance before, and now they were like my personal TV show. One I could control. I sent the footage over as usual, unsettled by the lack of reaction I was getting. It wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t doing enough. I sucked in a deep breath and turned back to the screen while I waited to see if this time the video worked.

The twins cleaned each other, and it was so damn erotic seeing their soapy hands run over the other’s body. They were thorough, too. After some muttering to each other, Asher slipped his fingers into his sister’s pussy, rubbing her to a fast orgasm. One of the most beautiful things about this was witnessing their depravity shine through. It hadn’t even taken much. I hoped he was happy. That the asshole getting the videos was pleased with my work. That it was fucking killing him.

Alice didn’t orgasm with us, remaining on the edge of bliss and wound up tight. A minute of her brother’s touch, and she exploded with a gorgeous groan, her face scrunching up towards the ceiling, giving me a perfect view of her features as she fell apart.

Afterwards, they hugged, pecked each other with soft lips and whispered with the shower going, making it hard to tell what they were saying. Neither of them were stupid. It was likely an intentional ploy because they suspected I’d be watching. And it annoyed me. Made me smile at their cleverness, but irritated the nosy part of me that craved their everything. I wanted to be in there with them, learning all their secrets and hearing their words. As closely bonded.

It looked as though Alice was getting frustrated, her arms gesticulating and her brow furrowing, already losing the post-orgasm high that seemed to have turned Asher into my sexy little zombie. I needed them both there, docile and begging for my cock.

Fury raged in me when Alice broke away from Asher, leaping from the tub and grabbing the wooden toothbrush holder. She smashed it against the window, again and again, though it would never shatter. Even if it wasn’t reinforced glass, a fucking toothbrush holder would get her nowhere. She screamed — I could hear her from across the hall — and started punching the glass, attempting to prise it free of its frame with her nails, just fucking shouting at it, hammering on it with fists, ignoring the pain she must be in from the stab wound. Damn, she was fucking feral.

I could go to her now, drag her away and punish her, but it would be so much sweeter to wait, to give them the full ten minutes and stroll back in. I was going to let them have their bedroom tonight, but after this, no. Alice needed to be punished, broken down. I tamped down the rage bubbling, instead setting my mind to planning her punishment. Five minutes remaining .

Alice only stopped hitting the glass when the skin on her knuckles split and blood dripped down her arm, stepping away with an expression of anguish and her hand held aloft. And the entire time, the entire fucking time, Asher stared at her, body relaxed, face blank, unmoving from his position under the warm water spray. That made me smile.

It was the right moment to punish the naughty twin. And with our ignorant viewer not providing me with the reaction I wanted, giving me nothing but an indication the email had been received. I knew just what I had to do. Alice was going to suffer like I had. If this didn’t work, nothing ever would.

The man had no soul, just like me. It was time to show him just how deep my darkness could go.

I gathered my tools before collecting my twins, allowing them a minute extra before guiding them back to the basement with a bag slung over my shoulder. Alice eyed it, tense as she waited for me to comment on the state of her hand, of the window. Blood smeared the glass, and she boiled over with anxiety. But she was in for so much worse than a bruised knuckle.

If only she would fucking listen and cave to it. Pleasure wasn’t enough to bring her over to my side, so I’d have to introduce pain, too. I thought back over all the worst moments of my life, of my time with the monster who made me this way, and I chose. I almost felt bad for her. But she’d made her bed.

“Stand in the middle of the room, under the beam,” I told her, and after a brief flash of concern, she followed my command. I looked to her brother. “I’m not tying you up here. Do I need to?”

He shook his head, a look of surprise and warmth across his face. I cupped his chin and kissed him, smiling when he sunk straight into me, sucking my tongue when I shoved it into his mouth. “Good boy,” I muttered, voice low enough just for him. “I’m going to have to punish your sister a little for what she did in the bathroom. So I’ll need your help.” I was laying a lot of trust in him here, giving him freedom I hoped he deserved. He would see it, understand my intentions, and I hoped it would submit him further.

His brow furrowed, but he nodded. “O-Okay, as long as we don’t hurt her…”

“What’s happening?” Alice blurted, so I shot Asher a wink and strode over to her, slapping her across the cheek with enough force that she yelped and staggered .

I yanked her back up by her hair and growled in her ear. “Fight and suffer.”

“Going to suffer either way,” she snapped back.

“Suffer more.”

“Alice, please,” Asher begged from behind me, the good boy not moving from the spot I’d left him in, even though his arms had raised towards us a fraction.

I leaned down, a whisper only between me and the girl this time. “If you don’t do everything, take everything, no fighting or protesting, I will kill him. And I won’t be gentle about it, either. I’ll string him up, peel strips of his skin from his flesh, and rub my shit into the wounds. I’ll pluck his eyeballs out and choke him with them. I’ll rip his cock from his body and feed it to you raw. You want that? You want him to know that it’s your fucking fault?”

Her eyes were wide as she gulped and took in my words, believing every single one. She was so close to breaking. My gaze narrowed and the tension between us increased. Then she lunged forward and pecked my lips, hard and lingering for a few seconds. A peace offering. She was here. Committed. Shit, I was almost disappointed that the lunge wasn’t one of violence.

“Hands up,” I said, then wrapped a length of rope around her wrists before stringing it through the hooks on the beam. Rope wasn’t the most practical, but it had meaning. Those rope burns were a special kind of hell to heal.

Alice’s eyes were saucers in concern as I tugged the rope, making her arms strain up, pulling her higher until just her toes grazed the floor. She winced, bit back a cry of pain. Then I ripped her shirt down the middle, the fabric catching and straining across her shoulders, her stomach, until it was all gone. Shreds on the floor. I flashed her a satisfied smirk and enjoyed watching her struggle not to react.

“You want to spit on me?” I goaded. “Smash and smear blood all over my window? Go the fuck ahead and see what happens. Asher?”

“No!” Alice hurried out, still wincing and adjusting to her body weight being almost entirely on her wrists and tip toes. She was open wide for me, beautiful as she stretched and strained.

“Fuck me, isn’t she sexy?” I asked her brother, encouraging him to come forward, urging him with a gesture of my hand. “You want to make her feel good?” I looked at him, finding an expression of concern on his handsome face.

He nodded.

“We will, soon,” I promised. “Once she’s paid her punishment, she’ll be with us. This is for her benefit, her final step. You succumbed under my cock, but she needs a little more work.”

Alice spluttered, then choked on it when I touched Asher, running my hands up his bare arms, imagining peeling the skin away. I could never do that to my beautiful boy, but she would believe I could.

Leaving them to stare at each other, hoping Asher’s refusal to help would speed up her demise, I opened my bag, spreading the contents out as the fabric unfurled, revealing my tools. I grinned at them, ran my fingers along the various shapes. She needed to suffer, but not irreparably. My intention was to turn her pain into pleasure. But how far could I push her? Making her orgasm when she’d think it impossible. Yes. That was the worst of it, the body betrayal.

The first swipe of the sterilizing wet wipe over her pussy lips made her jolt, her body swing from her surprise.

“What’s that?” she asked. “I-I’m clean.”

I shook my head. “Not enough. Not for what I have planned for you. Don’t want you getting an infection and dying on me.”

I spread her pussy lips with a tug and scrubbed the wipe on her until the skin was red and she was whimpering, her head lolling on her shoulder, her eyes scrunched shut. Asher watched at my side, his brow furrowed. She didn’t fight to protect him, but he was only watching. Doing nothing. Perfect.

“Do I need to tie you up?” I questioned him, and he immediately shook his head, worry making his gaze widen. I smiled at him. “Pass me the bag. Don’t touch any of the tools. I’ve already sterilized those.”

“What are you going to do?” Alice asked with a murmur, opening her eyes a fraction to look, observing everything from that narrow window, like it would make it less real. Her muscles twitched and tensed, but she was trying her damndest to keep calm, let me have my way with her.

I slid the first needle free of its case and without waiting a single beat, pierced it through her outer labia, the fattest bit of the lip, right by her hole. She cried and gasped, gurgling spit in surprise. “Stay steady or it’ll hurt more.” I slapped her clit, and her skin rose up in little bumps all over.

She screamed when I inserted the second needle on the other side, the thin metal clinking against the first. Blood beaded, and I resisted the urge to bend down and lick it, cutting my tongue and making our blood mix. I really didn’t want her to fester and die, but I would force feed her antibiotics if I had to.

One by one, I inserted the needles into her pussy, piercing her inner labia, her outer lips, and even the section across her pubic bone where hair sprouted. She looked like a fucking metal hedgehog; the needles mixing with red blood and dark curly hair. She sobbed and begged me throughout, her toes curling and her entire body coming up in shivers. And her brother only watched. I’d never heard sobs quite like it. I wanted to fuck her and make the sound louder.

“Two more,” I told her, voice soothing, stroking her thigh as I reached for the final needles, the last of sixteen. These two were fatter, hollow, so I could slide a permanent piece of jewelry in if I wanted to. We’d have to see how she handled her punishment.

She had to brace her legs apart, tricky with how little slack I’d given the ropes, so she was constantly yelping and battling to not drive the needles deeper into her cunt, or into the flesh of her thigh. She was a mess with it. I’d never been harder.

A bellow of pain and rage ripped through her when I pushed the hollow needle through her clit, pinching it first for better traction. And I couldn’t fucking resist the trickle of blood. I pressed my tongue to where the metal met her flesh and flickered it, sharp stings cutting into my entire lower face. Mmm. Like giving a porcupine a kiss.

“You taste fucking delicious. Your fear is potent down here, sweetheart,” I told her, and wanted Asher to have a lick too. The ultimate test for him. He was capable of observing. But could he participate?

As I reached for the second needle to join the first through her clit, swiping the blood now dripping from my face, a sudden pain rocketed through my head.

“Fuck you!” Alice yelled, donkey kicking me with both legs, slamming her feet into my skull again, fighting and screaming and shrieking as her actions tore her pussy to shreds. Her feeble strikes made little impact, pathetic, and I was on my feet before she’d even gained her steadiness again, racing towards her and grabbing her chin. Squeezing.

“You were so fucking close, too,” I growled, anger making me see red. The same red that now poured down her legs, dripping to the floor.

“Don’t kill him,” she begged, not dropping her eyes from mine, fighting me with just her gaze. “Please don’t kill him.”

I slapped her. She’d done exactly what I told her not to, and I hated not following through on my threats.

“Why?” she sobbed. “Why this….”

Nostrils flared, trying to control my anger. “You’ll learn soon enough.” I glared up at the camera, wanting to point, to talk and gloat about what I was doing to them. Instead, I tore my gaze away, thinking of how delicious it would be to send the footage later, and looked to Asher.