Darkest Descent

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Asher

Bile.

Cum.

Saliva.

It was all that poured from me as I purged and gagged in the corner of the room. The things… oh, oh no. Oh god, I’d… my heart fell out of me with the sour liquid spewing from my throat. I’d shattered awake as the orgasm created by fucking my sister’s dry asshole, raping her as she screamed and cried for mercy, flew from me. I was disgusting, a disgrace, worth nothing but death.

Once there was no more fluid left inside me, I forced myself to look at her, hanging from the ceiling with blood, semen, and urine streaming from her limp body. “Alice…” I croaked in despair.

Hunter stepped around her, his cock slick with red and white, and he walked towards me, his head tipped to the side. The things he’d made me do …

“You don’t need a punishment now too, do you?” he asked, speaking to me low, tender, like he thought I remained lost to his words, his demands. I could be, though. It was so fucking easy at this point, life with my brain half gone was so much easier down here.

Without thinking too hard, I pretended he still had me, that I was still locked away somewhere in my mind. Zombied up, as Al sometimes called it. So I shook my head at him, wiping my hand over my mouth and gazing up at him with eyes as submissive as I could make them. Fuck, I wanted to go to Alice, tend to her wounds, and beg at her feet for forgiveness. She had to know it wasn’t truly me… fuck, I hoped she knew.

Looking smug, so damn pleased with himself, Hunter stepped closer, so his fluid-streaked cock dangled in front of my face. “Clean me off then, and I’ll leave you to it. I can bring down another mattress, fresh sheets, a pillow. I do have a bedroom lined up for you, but I don’t think we’re there yet.” He paused, grabbed my chin and stared at me for a moment, his gaze curious, indecisive. He sighed. “She needs to stay up there until I say so, though. Her punishment isn’t quite finished, is it?”

I stumbled over the fact he asked me a question, one I had no answer for, but he moved on, hearing nothing from me, continuing his discussion with himself .

“Not long now, I think. Surely not long now…” he muttered, then winked at me, jiggled his cock. He was so damn relaxed, so comfortable in the space, naked and dirty, his victims damaged beyond repair. “I need cleaning.”

My heart squeezed, but the only path through this was to barrel right on. I couldn’t rescue Alice if I was strung up right beside her. So I grasped his softened cock and sucked it into my mouth, quickly licking it clean of the metallic tang and musky salt, trying not to burst with the shame of it. Hunter gave a leisurely hip thrust, and laughed. “Christ, you two have me so spent. There’s no way this guy’s getting hard again today.” He hummed in satisfaction and pulled himself free, wandering away with a jaunt to his hips.

I swallowed down the bile at the back of my throat, the taste of my sister’s pain and my tormentors’ pleasure burning. Mine, too, mixed together on his shaft to display my humiliation.

Hunter left after scooping up all his tools, leaving naked, his clothes remaining scattered around Alice’s body. He whispered something to her as he passed, his tone cruel but voice too low for me to hear.

Once the door shut, I scrambled to her on wobbling legs, standing and cupping her cheeks to tilt her face up, to study her expression. She was delirious, half unconscious, and her eyes were cold as they caught mine. She didn’t look like my Alice, but it wasn’t in that vacant way I wanted for her. No. She was fully there. Feeling everything. Aware of it all. My throat burned with hatred for myself, for Hunter. For everything.

“Let me help,” I whispered. “Tell me what to do. Fuck him. I’ll get you down from there. Please, Al.”

She managed a shake of her head, a weak movement, her mouth falling open and dripping saliva down her damaged body. Fuck. Horror made my stomach bottom out. What had I done? “Go away,” she murmured, her voice thin and croaky. “He told me if you touched me now, even now, he’d kill you.” She spluttered a cough. “This will have… all been for nothing… He said I had to suffer here, fester until he was ready to save me.” She sighed. “Please, Asher, please go.”

Grief, unlike anything I had ever experienced, rocketed through me, tears flowing from my eyes, my nose stinging, everything aching as I brought my hands over my mouth and stumbled back. All for me. This was all for me. All I’d done to her, and she was still protecting me.

I was a monster.

I hunched up on the frigid floor next to the sheets Hunter delivered, along with a cup of coffee and a bowl of tomato soup. Even a ham and cheese sandwich. But they sat there, cold, untouched, because I couldn’t, wouldn’t, take my eyes off my sister. Hours had passed since Hunter left her strung to the ceiling, and she hadn’t complained once.

Whatever he’d said to her, threatened her with. She believed it. With her whole being.

I stumbled to her, holding the stale sandwich in my fist. “W-will you eat?” I asked, hopelessness sinking over me when she didn’t react. Her eyes were open, her chest rose up and down, but it was like she’d managed what I’d always been able to. She’d gone somewhere else. At fucking last, she seemed to have done it. The selfish part of me wanted to force her back, to make her eyes glitter like they did when she was full of emotion - good and bad. They shone when she laughed, when she was angry. The urge to see that from her, to gain that comfort, was eating me alive. But I sighed and stepped back.

I decided to leave her there .

Looking up at the ceiling, at all corners of the room, I glared. “She’ll die, you know!” I yelled. “If we don’t clean her up, get her some medicine. You’ve had us long enough now that I don’t think you want that to happen!” I waited, listening for the sounds of him returning, I hoped with an entire fucking ambulance crew to repair every wound he’d caused on my sister. But nothing, only silence. The occasional creak of rope straining on wood as Alice shifted.

I stood there for at least an hour, listening, waiting, begging. Pleading with the damn fucking universe with not a stitch of clothing on, dirty and depraved and disgusted with myself.

And I decided, when Alice finally made a sound, a small whimper, that I needed to suck it up and be the strong one. I’d hurt her, sunk so deep into my mind that I became his weapon.

“Al,” I said, reaching for her and lifting her face with both my hands, making her look at me. “Alice.”

She groaned unhappily, tried to turn away. I kissed her lips, and she squeezed them shut, shaking her head. “No,” she muttered, “No, no no…”

But it was something. So I did it again, pressing my tongue into her mouth and forcing her response. It wasn’t a sexual thing; it was an awakening. The only thing I could think of to bring her back. Because despite the nicer part of me deciding to abandon her there, I couldn’t resist trying to claw her back to me. She’d done it for me before, comforted me in this way, calmed me with soothing words and gentle kisses. I needed to tell her I loved her, that I was sorry. I needed her to return to her selfish brother so I could apologize.

“Alice, come on,” I whispered against her lips. “Kiss me back. Come back.”

“No,” she repeated, over and over, until I pulled away, unwilling to force her to give to me again. It was only a fraction, still close enough that we shared our air. War raged in me, the selfishness, the ache to keep her safe in her mind. Fuck.

“I’m sorry, Alice,” I told her. “I don’t have words. But I will nurse you back to health however I can, then we will escape this hellhole. I promise.”

She released a sigh, and moved, lolling her head forward and looking up at me through salt caked eyelashes. “Lying’s for wimps.”

Hunter returned when I was asleep. I didn’t even know when it happened, when my body gave up and my eyes closed, but when he walked through the door, I woke with a start. Still by Alice’s side, curled up at her feet amongst the blood and piss and cum, I jolted, and he laughed.

“I brought supplies,” he said, dumping a thick black hold-all by my head. “Get her down and let’s see the damage up close.”

With my lips squeezed together to stop myself saying something I’d regret, I did as he asked, using the chair he’d bought to reach her wrists, untying them with as much care as I could. The skin was raw where the rope dug into it, and her fingers clenched and unclenched in relief, despite her silence, as I released her. We tumbled to the ground in an awkward tangle of limbs, her breathing hitching, a small moan coming from her when her arms lowered below her shoulders.

“Shh,” I hushed her, stroking her skin, massaging her forearms and biceps, and kissing her forehead as I settled her onto the mattress.

Hunter walked up behind me as I kept muttering to her, and he nudged my side with the tip of his shoe. He was fully dressed, I realized. So often he came down here in minimal clothing, like he’d rolled out of bed or been relaxing. I hadn’t even thought about him leaving the building. Where did he go? He was wearing shoes, a jacket .

I looked up at him when he prodded me again. “Clean her wounds, put that fucking puffy diaper looking thing over her pussy. I’ll be back tonight to double check your work.” He turned to leave, but glanced over his shoulder at the door. “If she dies now, it’s your fault.”