Things Get Dark

Chapter Five

Kai

The little mouse is so much fun to play with.

Such an innocent little thing, so oblivious to the evil in this world. She hadn’t even noticed when I had balanced on the back of her carriage. My small stature has its advantages I suppose. I even gave her a little hint as I steered her off course to her fate. Even then, she didn’t think to check behind her. Maybe she had, I didn’t give her much time before the lights went out.

I wouldn’t have blamed her if she had wanted to curl up in fear, it hadn’t passed my notice of her treatment, of our new performer’s send-off. We will need to sort that out later, he knows the rules, and I was glad to witness his first solo performance. It is unacceptable and will be dealt with.

After her little squeak of fear, I wasn’t sure we would get to play. It wouldn’t be the first time an incorrect choice had been made, but her nipples are as peeked as my interest. When freedom is presented to her, she doesn’t hesitate and pushes her shapely body free from the confines of the carriage. She has the spark, the fight, and the prowess to be perfect for us.

I groan in satisfaction. My eyes are more used to the dark abyss of our playground than she is, I watch with fascination as she stumbles off to exactly where we want her. A little mouse trapped in our maze.

I’m poised ready to chase, waiting for the right moment, until she has had the time to think she is in relative safety. That’s when my brother will pounce and make his offer. He is far too predictable, but it is necessary. I have no doubt she will enjoy herself in the process.

Abel brushes past me grinning, the smeared makeup on his face distorting him into something demonic. As he moves beyond me, I can’t help gripping the back of his neck, pulling his lips to mine in a violent battle of dominance. Our teeth clash and my tongue licks at his in a dance. Groaning, I rip myself away from him, pushing him away. He needs to get this thing started before I get carried away.

A little whine whimpers through my lips as I watch him stalk after her, my hand cupping my cock, and I can’t wait for the show to begin. I hear the other two chuckle; it echoes around us as the three of us follow behind. We are not brothers by blood, but through hardship, pain, blood and chaos. We were neighbours first, friends soon after, but through time we became so much more. As brothers, we share in everything, and that includes each other.

And her.

A shriek lets out, and we move as one to find our prey. We round a corner to see Abel lifting a wide-eyed little mouse out of what she must have thought was a decent hiding space, throwing her over his shoulder with ease. Nowhere is safe from us. Her fists pound on Abel’s back; weak blows that won't bruise.

Without hesitation he carries her flailing body to a single ray of light, dropping her down inside the halo. A clear panelled window in the tent, and on a cloudless night like tonight, it lets in the moonlight, a perfect spotlight for the show.

Up on hands and knees, she begins to crawl. I know that Rowe is probably enjoying the swaying of her hips as she becomes frantic in her attempt to escape, only to be pulled backward. She squeals, and Abel does nothing to stop her as he twists her onto her back, sitting astride her legs, gripping her wrists together in his large palm, holding them above her head.

Abel is a creature of habit, though his reasoning is actually rather sweet. He wants their consent, wants to know this choice is the right one, to know that we won’t be separated.

His fingers roam her body, and I follow his palm with eager eyes searching for signs, as his fingers circle hardened nipples above her clothes and delve lower. Her skirt hugs her rounded hips, longer than I’d expect, but it suits her figure.

Amused, I watch as her eyes widen, catching sight of his straining erection behind his jeans as he shifts forwards, to wriggle her skirt up to her waist. From the look on his smug features, her catching sight of what is to come isn’t accidental.

Whimpers filter into the air as she tries to cross her legs despite Abel’s much larger body straddling them. It’s a futile attempt, we have all seen the small lace underwear, patch of dampness clear even in the moonlight. Her face flushes, her eyes screwing shut in shame at being caught so vulnerable; she looks so beautiful like this.

We should splay her open for the world to see. I suspect that Rowe is thinking the same.

Her eyes fly open, catching hold of mine, and her breath hitches, the redness tinting her pretty face deepening as she comes to the realisation she is being watched by more than just the man astride her. I bite my lip, letting it split open until I taste the coppery salvation. I won’t be able to play with her like that. But I wonder if she’ll indulge in splitting my skin open. Adding another stitch to my collection, the thought alone gives me a satisfied shudder.