Sins Of Her Sister

Chapter 16

Kali

Carrying the bat I found in Carson’s room, I step into the basement, but I don’t see Carson where I left him. Damn it. I stand closer to the center of the room and look around, hoping to find evidence of where he may have gone.

Facing the television, I catch a reflection in our eye. Carson rushes me from behind and has me in a chokehold before I can turn around. Dropping the bat, I grip Carson's upper arm and flip him over my body. He lands on the hard floor and lets out a woosh of breath. I pick up the bat and step on his chest with Layla's high heeled boots. Tilting my head and smiling, I use the bat to tilt his chin up.

“How the hell did Layla date you? God, you’re a fucking idiot.” I cackle.

“You psycho bitch!” Carson shouts. Taking the heel of my boot, I press it deeper into his chest, making him grunt.

“You should really learn some manners when you’re in this position.” I say.

“Layla, baby. Let's talk about this. Please…We can work through this, right? We always do,” Carson pleads. I tap our chin pretending that I'm considering it.

“Tell me...” I say, removing our foot and standing over his body. Carson looks up at me from between my legs. “Did you think we could work stuff out when you received nudes from our mother? Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” I giggle as I drag the bat from his chin down his chest.

“Layla—” Carson starts, but I interrupt him.

“Better yet, did you enjoy fucking her, Car? Did you love getting some of that old bitch’s pussy? Did you dust the cobwebs off that cunt?” I throw my head back and howl with laughter.

“Layla, I swear...”

“I am not Layla, you disgusting piece of shit!” I shout as I take the bat swinging it down at Carson’s side as he yelps out in pain. “How many damn times do I need to say that Layla would never be able to pull this shit off?”

“What the...” he gasps out. “Fuck do you mean? You are Layla.” he states. I throw my head back and laugh.

“No, I'm Kali. I guess me and Layla are one in the same, but also completely different.” I sigh. Carson gets on his knees. I hold his jaw and lean in close, our lips almost touching. “I can tell you something that will make sense, even for your puny brain, though.” Carson looks at me, his brows furrowed. I flick our tongue over his lips before I say, “All the pain you’ve caused Layla...I’m going to return it tenfold. That's a promise.”

“Wha—”

But before he can get all of the words out of his mouth, I bring our fist back and punch him in the face. Carson falls back on his ass, cupping his eye. The skin under his eye is split open and the swelling has already begun. I swing the bat at Carson’s face and his jaw dislocates immediately.I watch it flap as he falls back.

After sitting him up on the couch, I secure his wrists behind his back with his handcuffs. Trying not to ruin my momentum, I head into the kitchen in search of a pitcher, filling it with ice and water.

Standing in front of Carson, I throw the ice water on his distorted face. Carson jerks awake and screams in pain as much as could with a dislocated jaw. Suffering from some sort of memory loss, he tries to move his hands only to realize he can't.

“You bitch…” Carson mumbles at me, while glaring. Or at least I think that's what he says. It’s hard to understand him right now.

Strutting back into the kitchen, I pick up the biggest knife I could find. I hold it to his crotch.

“Tsk...tsk...This won't do.” I shake my head.

“Wha—” he kind of shrieks.

“Oh, I meant your clothes. Don’t worry.” I give him an innocent smile. “We haven't gotten to dismembering your dick. Yet.” I wink. Kneeling down, I yank off Carson’s shoes and then undo his pants. I straddle his lap after removing his clothes from the waist down and use the knife to cut off his shirt. Carson starts wiggling his body, a sorry attempt to throw me off of him.

“Get…off...me...dirty...bitch...” he tries to say, making me giggle. Taking the knife, I slide an inch of it into one of his balls and whisper into his ear.

“You haven't seen dirty yet, sweetie. I’m about to make all of your nastiest nightmares come true.” I take his earlobe into our mouth and bite down until our teeth pierce through. Jerking our head to separate the bottom of his ear from his head.

“Aghhh!” Carson screams, kind of. Blood splatters on the side of his neck. I flatten our tongue against his neck and up to his ear savoring the taste of his pain.

“Eeny, meeny, minie, moe…which body part is next to go?” I sing song, swerving the blade around his torso. “They say that the eyes are the window to the soul. Let's see if that’s true, boyfriend.”

Plunging the knife into Carson’s eye, I start digging it out with the tip. His little eyeball pops out and blood pours down his face. I'm transfixed by the beauty of it.

Carson's screaming in pain, if you would call that noise screaming. I could swear he's crying, but with his eyeball gone and the blood coating his face, it's hard to tell.

After setting the knife on the coffee table. I take the bat and stand in front of Carson, swinging the bat sideways in my grip.

“You know, there is something I’ve always wanted to try so while I have you here, I figured I’d give it a swing.” I burst out laughing. “Get it? A swing? Because I have the bat?” Carson groans in pain. “Well, shit. I can't make everyone laugh, I guess!” I tease.

Without warning, I swing the bat down on Carson’s dick. Bringing the bat up over my head, I swing it down again. Carson screams from the back of his throat, and if I thought he was loud before, the noise had nothing on what he's bellowing now. His dick is turning purple and if it's possible to break a dick, I can guarantee it's broken now. Patting myself on the back, I climb onto his lap again.

“Won't you smile for me?” I pout, holding on to his hanging jaw, forcing his one eye to look at me. “It's okay, we can fix that.”

I bring the blade of the knife to one corner of Carson’s mouth, slicing in an upward curve motion. Once I'm done with one side, I do the same to the other.

“You would make the perfect Joker for a Batman movie!” I giggle. “You wouldn't have to fake your scars.” I cackle. Blood runs down the sides of Carson’s mouth as I lean in and lick up one of the streaks before it hits his chin. “Mmmm,” I moan. “The only time you taste delicious.”

Carson's eyeball is on the ground next to the couch. I bend down to pick it up, shoving it into the side of Carson’s jaw. Using both hands, I move his jaw in an up and down, making sure his molars crush it into a juicy mush. I hold his mouth shut and pinch his nose, forcing him to swallow. “Oh, you're being such a good boy for once. It’s a good look on you.” I wink. Carson glares at me, tears streaming down one side of his face. Feeling creative, I go to the kitchen once more in search of something from the fridge.

“Aha!” I cheer as I take the lemon juice.

“This may hurt a little…or a lot,” I say. Taking the knife, I start a cut at the side of his dick and drag the blade down his length, just deep enough for the skin to split open. Blood gathers at the base. Carson lets out a hearty howl as more tears fall down his face. I take the top off of the lemon juice and hold it up to him.

“You always made my stomach sour whenever I thought about you. I just wanted to return the favor.” I tip the bottle and squeeze the juice over his wound. He’s losing his voice, but he’s still trying to scream.

Turning Carson over until he's facing down, I take each leg and spread them as his head hangs over the back of the couch. When I have him at the perfect angle, I grab him by the back of the neck and lay over him until our cheek is pressed against his.

“You secretly like it rough, don't you, Car? I figured I could fuck you like a dirty slut for once. Too bad you won't get to come this time, or hell maybe you will. Maybe you're a masochist and love pain. Sorry, I didn't bring lube.”

Spreading Carson’s ass cheeks with our free hand, he starts wailing and tries to move away. My grip on him doesn't allow him to go far though, especially since he’s restrained. Gripping the bat tighter, I take the handle of the Louisville and tease his back hole with it. Sliding it up and down his crack, then tapping his cheeks with it. After one more love tap, I shove it up Carson's hole. He lets out a shriek and his back arches from the pain before vomiting over the side of the couch.

“Eww…So you can give it, but can't take it, Car Car?” I laugh, shoving the bat deeper until only half the barrel is sticking out. Letting go of the bat and taking a step back, I take in my hard work. I can't help but jump and clap in glee.

I walk around to the couch to find Carson has passed out. Annoyed, I take the pitcher and refill it with ice and water. Wet, cold, and impaled, Carson finally flutters his eye open. Making sure he can see me, I get at eye level with him and flash him one of my flirty smiles. Unable to hold his head up, he just watches me.

“I just wanted to say before I end this, it was my pleasure killing you. Oh, and don’t worry. I'll be sending you a visitor in hell very, very soon.” I wink as I take the kitchen knife and slit his neck wide open. Whatever blood was left in his body, cascades down the couch onto the floor underneath him.

There's blood everywhere. Carson's body still hangs off the back of the couch. The basement is darker as the sun begins to set.

Standing in Carson’s shower, I let the hot water wash all of my sins away. Quickly going through the motions, I finish and head to his parent’s room for some clothes. I’m standing in their humongous walk-in closet. One side holds his father’s suits and ties. The other hangs all of his mother’s dresses. Jesus give the me strength! Beggars can't be choosers, though. I start perusing through until my eyes fall onto a pair of black leather pants and a red halter top. What the hell would his mother be doing with an outfit like this? Halloween costume or undercover dominatrix? I giggle to myself. I throw on the outfit, make my way into the garage where I spot a gas can next to their speed boat.

After covering Carson's body in gasoline, I make sure most areas are doused and I slowly pour the liquid back up the stairs, getting all quarters of the house until I run out of gasoline. Huffing down the stairs, I stop in the kitchen and look through all of the drawers, until I find a lighter in the mess drawer. I run down to the basement to take in the scene one more time. Pleased with myself, I flick the lighter and throw it on top of Carson. His whole body and the couch burst into flames. I stand there feeling the heat lick our skin. The atmosphere brings me peace and a calm washes over me. Snapping out of my daze and run up the stairs before things got too hot.

I keep walking until I get to a diner on the other side of town. Our house is a twenty-five minute drive from here, too far for me to walk. The idea I have right now may be extremely stupid, but what choice do I have? I need to get away from this area immediately. I take out Layla’s phone, find the contact I'm looking for, and press call. Here goes nothing.