Darkest Descent

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27

Alice

Two weeks later, my heart was in my stomach as I strolled up the driveway to the family home. The place I’d grown up, happy memories fogging with questioning it all.

We had the car parked just down the street, ready for our escape later. The men walked around the back of the house, each doing their own thing before meeting in our planned spot. The garden was large, with different sections making it easy to hide as we slipped in.

I let out a slow breath. The bag on my shoulder was heavy, digging into my flesh, and I couldn’t wait to put it down. The contents were something I was far from comfortable having so close, but Hunter assured me the man he’d hired was very reliable. He told me he wouldn’t send me off with something unsafe, and I believed him. How funny, how fast opinions could change. Before all this, right at the beginning, I would have considered him the most unsafe thing of all. Now he was a net for me to fall onto. Him and Asher.

Two weeks of talking, sharing memories and emotions, touching each other again, starting tentative, and working up to what we all wanted. No limits. No boundaries.

It was late, so the house was dark and silent as I stepped over the threshold. The code on the front door was the same as the last time I was here, not surprising me at all. Dad was cocky. He thought his biggest threat was gone now. We were dead and Hunter had fallen quiet. No more leverage, vengeance exacted.

Mom and Dad would be in their separate bedrooms this late at night, and all the staff had left for their own homes a while ago. We double-checked the outside cameras Hunter installed almost a year ago to make sure. Didn’t want innocent collateral damage here. Our consciences weighed heavy enough already. Dad never did like having anyone hanging around overnight, something I now knew was because of his illicit and illegal activities. In those early days, when Hunter was in the basement, and then later, when he was sneaking into Asher’s room to abuse him.

Couldn’t have witnesses. No, no.

Mom was too drugged out to notice or care, and I was oblivious. Kept sheltered .

They hadn’t had a funeral for us. In fact, our deaths or disappearances were nowhere on any news site. Like they covered it up. I wondered what they told our friends? The rest of our family? Our school, even. It had been well over a month since Hunter had taken us, and radio silence. I suspected money, bribery had come into it. I’d thought a lot about my friendships, my connections, over the last few weeks, and though it made me sad to see them go, they felt vapid now. Empty. They would never accept Asher and me, let alone a new, older brother. And the idea of being close to them but not sharing our love, was painful.

The air in the hallways was still as I stalked through them, wondering where my brothers were. This was a big house, obnoxious with its size and opulence, with a ton of fancy features and rooms that I never went into. I placed my bag down at the bottom of the stairs, as planned, and climbed them. Hunter was going to our mother’s room first. Neither Asher nor I having the stomach to end her life, but understanding the necessity of it. He told us he’d make it quick. Despite everything, I didn’t want her ending to be brutal.

Asher and I planted the bombs. Then we were meeting where we knew the monster would be. I walked past my bedroom, Asher’s bedroom, the many spare rooms, feeling nothing, until I reached his wing. His room .

Dad wasn’t alone when I pushed the creaking door open and stepped inside. His two sons stood above him, looming like grim reapers come to claim his soul, or hellhounds ready to drag him to the pits below. I hoped Satan raped him every day down there, tore him apart from within for everything he’d ever done to the people he was supposed to love the most. For now, he was asleep, with no idea what was coming for him. The fucker looked peaceful.

“All good?” Hunter asked on a murmur, and I nodded. His voice was still a little thin, but he was almost all healed. We’d all done a lot of healing over the last two weeks, dealing with our actions and the consequences of them. Hunter was an eye for an eye man, unsurprisingly, and insisted we hurt him. Asher fucked him raw while I squeezed his balls with my fist, and afterwards we’d all cried and hugged. In the weirdest of ways, it helped.

Since then, things had been getting better at a slow pace. And tonight, it was the final cog, the last item on the list, before we had nothing left but that horrifying healing looming in front of us. What would we need to do to each other to find peace?

“How long have we got?” Asher asked, looking at his watch.

Hunter glanced at his phone. “One hour and thirty-four minutes. ”

“Better wake the man up, then,” I said, cricking my neck and climbing onto the bed so I was straddling the sickly looking asshole. “Ninety four minutes to make him endure a lifetime’s worth of pain.”

Hunter and Asher both nodded, and we shared a moment of calm, a quiet second before the storm we were about to rage. I slapped Dad across the face, and he woke with a gasping scream.

Hunter covered his mouth, and grinned down, wicked and feral, as our father realized who was above him. I pulled a knife from my pocket and got to work.

Twenty minutes later, we were all coated in blood.

We’d made short work of slicing off each of the monster’s fingers and toes, and they sat in a disgusting little pile on his bedside table. We had further plans for them. Each of us relished his pain and anguish, and he was too weak to fight back, only take it. The boys told me he would drug them. Hunter said it started happening when he got big enough to defend himself, so this denial of a chance for him to escape was satisfying as fuck. Three on one felt like a fair fight when the monster used to use all his power on fucking teenagers .

“You… damned…” he tried to curse at us, but Hunter punched him across the face with a loud thwack, sending a few teeth flying.

“Ah, more for the pile,” Hunter teased, plucking the teeth up and putting them in the finger and toe mountain. It was fast growing more grotesque - especially when we forced Dad to look at it and he vomited.

Asher wasn’t involved in the torture itself, but watched from the sidelines with a grim expression on his face. Hunter and I reveled in it. I worried we were scaring our younger brother, making him wish he wasn’t with us, but when I looked at him, that grim expression shifted to love. Acceptance.

My heart pounded with excitement and adrenaline as I sliced Dad’s ears off, plopping them in the pile before carving into his face, digging the knife into the bone as I dug slivers of skin from him. He cried, groaned, attempted to fight, and tried to faint. I slapped him back awake each time.

His groaning was incoherent, making me laugh. I wondered if the darkness Hunter had found in me would have appeared sooner if Dad had a thing for his daughter, too? Because we shared it. Bathed in it.

“You’re a monster,” I told the weak man beneath me. “Now you look like one, too. What do you think your investors will do when they see this face?” I grabbed his cheeks and squeezed, my eyes alight as blood oozed from his many, many wounds. “Your sniveling lackeys?”

He attempted to speak, and I sliced off his tongue, slapping it into the mound of his flesh with glee. But when I tried to cut off his nose, I wasn’t strong enough, my knife snagging on bone or cartilage or whatever the fuck.

“Hunter, help,” I asked, sliding off the bed and straightening up. Hunter had been watching, his cock hard and his eyelids hooded as I took over the torture. But it was his turn again, having paused after the digit removal to enjoy my show.

Asher came up behind me, holding me tight, his chin on my shoulder, as our big brother ripped the nose from our father’s face. My stomach roiled a little as Hunter used a spoon to pry out the asshole’s eyes next, and I couldn’t look at them as they joined the gore. Hunter’s face splattered with blood, and his expression remained focused, raving mad, his eyes wide and electric. I found it impossible to look away as he worked. He was so fucking sexy.

I was twisted, lost to the madness, because my belly tightened at the sight of him torturing the man we hated, and the feel of Asher, warm at my back.

“Time for the big guns…” Hunter cooed at Dad as he ran his blade up the old man’s leg, stopping just short of his disgusting groin. I wanted to tear my gaze away, but didn’t, despite the bile in my throat.

Dad cried and screamed and chucked up the last of tonight’s dinner when Hunter sliced the knife through his dick, yanking the little thing up with a vicious pull before cutting clean through it.

“You know where this is going?” Hunter asked, waving the appendage around like Dad could see it with his eyeless sockets. He slapped it across Dad’s cheek instead, laughing when he cried and whimpered. “Up your ass.”

I raced to the bed to help my brother turn him over and position the monster on his stomach with his legs spread. He moved like he was a doll or puppet, devoid of life or fight. “Asher, will you record this?” Hunter asked. “Just get in close so our faces aren’t visible. We’re dead, after all.” He laughed. “Well, you’re dead. I never existed in the first place.”

A sight I never wanted to see was my dad’s asshole, stretched wide and waiting. It was unclean, clenched and so foul that my eyes refused the image. But Asher was right there with the camera while Hunter did the dirty work.

The sliced off, limp dick was a challenge to force inside his ass. It was so squishy and fucking slippery that Hunter kept swearing and almost dropping it. “Gonna need to stab a bigger hole, I think.” He positioned the knife’s tip and pushed. “Or make some natural lube.”

And he did. My heart continued to beat as normal as he stabbed the knife into Dad’s asshole, slicking it with blood and widening it. The old man must have passed out, maybe even had a heart attack, but we carried on.

His dick shoved inside, and one by one, every finger, every toe, both ears, eyes and even his nose followed. Shoved and pushed and forced into his ass by his eldest son. His biggest disappointment. It was the least we could do for the suffering he’d inflicted on his boys. On all the other people we would never know.

Finally, we turned him back over. At this point, it felt utilitarian for us. No emotion. Just a job to get done.

“We only have twenty minutes,” Asher whispered, covering the phone microphone. We had to be out of here by then.

Hunter held up one finger with a grim expression. One thing left to do.

Asher and I watched him cut Dad’s balls off and force them into his sliced up mouth. Dad groaned and cried, gagging. Ah, still awake. Good. He needed to know how much he’d lost. How far he’d fallen.

“Kiss me,” I said, turning to Asher. He stopped the recording and tilted his head in surprise. “Kiss me,” I repeated. “Let’s show him all he’s achieved.” I looked at Hunter. “Come here too.”

Hunter grinned and came around the bed, cleaning his hands with antiseptic wipes, before yanking the two of us into him. “You want Daddy to hear how much his children love each other?” he asked.

“Mm, yes,” I moaned. “Can’t wait for you to fuck me again, big brother,” I said, just for our dad’s ears. They kissed me then, both of them, our tongues twirling and massaging as we all groaned and moaned together. We wanted him to hear every moment of it.

And he did. He cried and shouted incoherent threats to us as we made out by his bed. How the fucker hadn’t fallen unconscious, I’d never know. After all we’d put him through, he was still clinging on? Stubborn douche.

“Let’s give him a little reminder of what he’s created before he goes,” Hunter said into our mouths. These two men were my world. I didn’t care how wrong or illegal it was, I wanted only them.

And showing our dad, our creator, what he’d made, was the icing on the cake. As his sobbing grew desperate, the pain making him delirious, I turned to him, still in both my brother’s arms .

“You lost,” I said, turning to stare down at the man. “You could have saved us, but you didn’t. So he took us. Both of us. We’re his. He’s ours. You lost.”

“And we’re going to take all of your money, you sick fuck,” Asher added, moving behind me and grabbing my tits, massaging them. “We’re going to tank your companies and go buy an island to fuck on. Everywhere. All three of us.”

Hunter and I grinned at Asher’s words, thrilled he’d involved himself at last, he was lying, of course, we had no way of doing that beyond the money Asher had stolen from the safe downstairs when he came in, and the handful of trinkets Hunter and I had shoved into our pockets. I was worried Asher would think us monsters, but he was just happy for us to do the actions. He enjoyed watching.

“Your sexual abuse fucked us up, but not how you wanted,” Asher continued. “It turned us into devils, but only for each other. You’re going to die here knowing you messed your children up so bad they can’t be apart. That they fuck each other and love each other. That the three of them have touched each other everywhere.” Hunter laughed at Asher’s words, still working away. “You saw it all, didn’t you?”

“Did you get off to it, you sick fucker?” I asked, prodding him in the stomach. He gasped and wheezed, terror making his eyeless sockets scrunch up. Urine leaked from his dickless crotch and his scream was like nothing I’d ever heard. Bone-achingly wrought.

“You made me piss myself once,” Asher said, his voice cold as he watched his dad suffer. “You made me lick it up. Did you do that to Hunter, too? Is that why he forced that on us?”

We both knew he had, Hunter had told us. He explained each of his tortures, each of his methods, how he was repeating what happened to him, taking things further and further. The double anal penetration they’d subjected me to had been done to him with a dildo, joining my father in raping him while he was tied to the bed. For a moment, my heart bottomed into my stomach, but I blinked it away.

We would heal.

I kissed Asher and Hunter hard on the mouths as the first bomb rocked the foundations of the building. My smaller one at the bottom of the stairs, on the other side of the house.

“We have to leave now,” Hunter said against my mouth. “The next ones will go off any minute.”

We were leveling the building, claiming our ignorance when all the dirty dealings of our creator would leak to the press. We’d be long gone by then, though. Asher wanted to release the footage of us dead, along with Dad’s reactions, as the final nail of his reputation’s coffin. Hunter and I agreed, but only when we were settled and hidden far away.

New names and identities, a fresh start. The worst part would be giving us all different surnames. No relation. That way, we could live in the open, hoping no one questioned how similar we all looked. I could dye my fucking hair if it meant peace.

The three of us stood together, holding hands, watching as our dad writhed in pain on the bed.

“One minute,” Asher warned. Hunter strode forward and cut Dad’s throat, and as the last of his blood spurted from his neck, we walked away.