Darkest Descent

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20

Hunter

I woke with a laugh burning in my throat, and stabbing pain across my face. She’d fucking done it. Got one over on me. Waited until I was distracted by her brother’s delicious lips and driven something sharp into my fucking eye, blinding me both physically and mentally. Anger coursed through me as I fought back, but they won. They won . It should be fury raging through me as I swung from the rafters of my basement, but I suppressed a smirk instead. I wonder what he’d think of it all now?

The night in my bedroom was being live streamed to him. He would have seen his children react, fight back, sink into my desires, then turn against them. I hoped he was terrified of what was to come. He told me he didn’t want them back, that he cared little about what I did to them, but that couldn’t be true. He wasn’t that dead inside. Surely. But no matter how far I pushed it, pushed them, he never reacted beyond contempt for me .

It was enraging. So I decided to take everything from them while I forced him to watch, threatening to release all the footage I had of them, of him, if the eye tracking software I’d remote-installed on his laptop told me he looked away. I wonder when he did? If it was when I had his daughter lick his son’s ass, or when I shoved myself inside him? Maybe it was when she stabbed me in the eye and he kicked me in the head until I lost consciousness.

They were savages, too.

And it made me love them even more. Couldn’t have planned it any fucking better, truly.

I tried to clear my vision, blinking through the sharp pain across my left eyelid, and realized where I was, what I was standing on. Fuck, they’d knocked me out stone cold and dragged my heavy body to the basement. Strung me up and abandoned me, barefoot and naked, standing in urine and excrement, blood and semen. A lot of it was likely my own. At this point, based on how fucked my body appeared to be, I’d been down here at least a day. There was even ice cream, dried out and sticky on the floor.

That had been a last-minute decision, an old memory surfacing I knew would drive him crazy.

I grinned and found the camera in the light bulb swinging above my head, so close they would be able to see the glint in my eye, like I’d been able to watch the anguish in theirs. “You clever bastards!” I shouted, rocking the rope around my wrists so my body swung. The movement allowed tiny streams of blood to pulse through where the ropes dug into my skin, making my hands ache and sting as life flooded back in. It mixed with the excitement racing through the rest of my body. I couldn’t wait to lay my eyes on the twins in all their fucked up glory. See what they had in store.

“Come on, lovers!” I bellowed, knowing they would be watching, that they would have explored and found the surveillance room. “Don’t be shy now!”

But they didn’t come. They left me there, yelling and swaying, goading them. They left me until I pissed myself, until my eye throbbed, pain relief gone from my body. Until I passed out from exhaustion.

“What do you think we should do now?” Alice’s voice woke me up with a jump, and I found her, standing before me dressed in my clothes, washed and bright-faced. A black shirt hanging to mid-thigh, and a pair of gray boxers peeking out. Witnessing her wearing my things set off something caveman in me. Asher wore my things too, but they fit him better. A pair of my jogging bottoms that showed off his dick print deliciously, and a tight white tank. He set off the caveman in me, too, but it bothered me more seeing his flesh tucked away. I wanted him naked, at my feet, easy access.

They looked too clean, too unbroken. How long had they left me here? How long had they rattled around upstairs unable to get free before realizing they needed me?

The only way out was with the code in my head. There was no key, no emergency exit. If I died, they would be stuck here with my corpse until they began to decay right alongside me. The fuckers had to work with me, whether they liked it or not.

Asher came up beside Alice, his hand settling on her hip, a little too low to be friendly. My vision snagged on it, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they’d been fucking. They both certainly looked satisfied. I knew their post fuck flushes now, and both of them glowed with it.

It had taken surprisingly little to make them fall for each other like that. The sick fuckers. The smallest encouragement, threat over their heads, and they were all over each other. Slurping cock, licking pussy, ass, all of it. Fucking loving life when they could pretend it was all my fault they had these disgusting feelings. Dirty, criminal feelings. But they would argue not as dirty and criminal as me. Especially when I shared every last one of my hideous little secrets.

“Everything he did to you would be a good start,” Asher replied, his hair slicked back with my products, his beard shaved with my razor. Intimate. I wondered if he smelled like me? If they’d used my soap when they washed each other. The air stank of their pheromones, of my laundry detergent and their horniness for each other. It made me sick with need.

Alice frowned, teasing, enjoying herself far too much for someone who proclaimed horror at what I’d done. She was fucked up. I’d fucked her up good. “But I don’t have a cock. No DP here. I suppose we could raid his dirty sex cupboard, or just use a cucumber…”

“Didn’t see any in the fridge.”

Alice sighed. “Nuts.” They were toying with me, trying to get a reaction. I loved it. “Ice cream again, then? That felt fucking terrible going in.” She focused her stony eyes on me. “Did you know that? Do you want to find out how it feels to have something so cold, so syrupy, shoved deep inside you without your consent?”

My eyes narrowed. I wanted to tell her that I did. That all my ideas and techniques came from prior experience. But not at my hand. No, I was the victim. Everything done to them? I knew exactly how it felt. The ice cream had been when my nanny brought some to the house for me, smuggled it to the basement with my dinner because it was my birthday. He’d found out. Of course he had. I wasn’t allowed anything that resembled normalcy. The rest of the pint went inside me the same way it had into Alice.

But I kept my mouth shut. My gaze darted between the twins as they spoke, enjoying every moment of them teasing me. They looked so beautiful, healthy and whole – their damage hidden beneath clean clothes and soaped up skin. It made my cock thicken, my nakedness hiding nothing as it rose to attention, pointing at the two it wanted most of all.

Neither of them balked at the sight, both stepping forward and into my space.

“Ah, he stinks,” Alice said, taking the lead like I knew she would. She would be so perfect by my side, just as dark and depraved with the smallest of motivations. Perhaps all this had been was the same baptism into depravity I’d endured. She was all caught up now.

I grinned at her. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” I said. “Both of you.”

Alice nodded, her face like that’s exactly what she wanted to hear. I wasn’t sure she was even playing, sinking into my role as captor, aggressor, she was beautiful. When she pulled a kitchen knife out of her back pocket and held it aloft, it looked like it belonged there. “With this?” she asked, tilting her head. “But which end?”

Oh, she was so delicious. I spread my legs for her as she walked behind me, running the tip of the blade along my skin.

Perfect. This was perfect. Their darkness, I knew it was in there. It was the same as mine.

“We’ll have to get you a strap on, little slut,” I provoked her, flinching at the cool metal scraping down my ass crack.

She stepped closer to me, the blade between us, the sharp tip digging into my lower back.

“Why aren’t you afraid?” she asked with a curious whisper.

I looked at Asher, brother, softest of all of us, and observed his reaction, what he thought of his sister’s darkness showing itself in full light. She had to be broken down to be rebuilt. Just like him. Just like me.

I was only putting them through the same thing. The clutches of family ripping you apart, breaking you, throwing you to the wolves. They’d both done it, felt it. Like me. They were identical to me.

“Look at Asher,” I muttered, lowering my head and glaring up at him through my eyelashes. My hands were tied up so I couldn’t figure out what they’d done – if anything – to my damaged eye. But I wasn’t able to see through it. It made Asher seem flatter, both close and far. Vaguely 2D.

Alice said nothing, no rebuttal or refusal. She was waiting. Staring at our youngest.

“I need you two to be looking at each other, don’t turn away.” Even now, though I was tied up, I had them at my command. It had my cock growing even harder. Fuck, messing everything up turned me on. “That darkness you both sense racing through your veins? The one buried deep in you. It comes from the same place as mine. It comes from our daddy.”