Page 14 of Unhinged Cain

“Ah,” my father groaned and grabbed for the side of the pen. “Son, something’s wrong,” my father said, stating the obvious like I couldn’t see him.

My head cocked to the side as I watched my father struggle. Sweat poured off his forehead like he was in a rain shower, the glistening enhancing the lines of agony on his face. “Help, me son,” my father begged as he went to his knees.

I smiled wide. Oh, Abel was going to be pissed he missed this—the thought making my soul smile with evil glee.

“You were right, Dad. There is no fixing what I am.”

Wide, terrified eyes locked with mine as he gasped and then collapsed face-first in the pig shit. This was fucking great. I couldn’t have planned this any better, and the little bit of residual excitement from watching my mother in the kitchen was increasing steadily with his continued struggles.

The pigs that had been ignoring him now turned to his twitching body and nosed at him with their snouts. If this had happened in the baby pens, I might have been tempted to jump in and pretend to want to help, but these were the market pigs. When in a mass of fifty, the animals could devour a full-size man in a few days. People thought that pigs were cute, but they were actually one of the most dangerous farm animals other than the bull. They had massive teeth and extremely strong jaws that could crush bone. Also, they were very intelligent and happy to eat anything, like a tiger shark swimming in the ocean.

When I heard the ripping and tearing of material, my hand slid off the gate and found the zipper to my jeans. At the first sound of my father’s bones being crushed in the powerful jaws, I pulled out my cock. The scent of blood drew in the rest of the pen, and the pigs began to swarm like sharks.

My strokes started slow, but the image of muscle and flesh hanging from the pigs’ mouths as they fought for a mouthful of my father was too much, and my speed increased. I gripped the gate hard to keep myself upright as yet another bloody snout lifted in the air to swallow down a gory piece of flesh with hair attached. A groan that verged on a yell escaped my lips as I came the hardest I’d ever come to date.

“Oh, that was good,” I mumbled as my heart rate returned to normal, and I stuffed my cock back into my pants. Maybe these pigs were useful after all. I smirked at the thought. Cracking open the lid on the water, I chugged it down and poured the last bit on my face as I prepared to act out the performance of a lifetime.

Oh yes, Abel would be pissed he missed this. I snickered as I sauntered toward the house.

The memory made me smile. I’d spent many a night since that day replaying my father’s death and jerked off every time. I sighed and took a sip of my latest coffee while patiently waiting. Abel kept bugging me that I needed to find a way to make cars break down in the area I patrolled, but that seemed too much like a risk that didn’t need to be taken.

There were always lots of people that broke down, and besides, part of the fun was the roulette game of not knowing who I was going to get. Someone like good old Peter from this morning would find themselves on my table, but if they seemed decent and didn’t piss me off like the old man from the other night, then I’d let them live. Didn’t mean I’d let them live if I came across them again, but it was a bit of a sorting system. It was simply not possible or logical to kill everyone whose vehicle I towed. Unlike most killers or even my brother, I didn’t really have a type. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. I loved to collect unique eyes.

Headlights rounded the curve down the road, and I knew they would break down before they slowly passed my waiting spot. They were driving slowly, and the man was rocking back and forth in the driver’s seat like that might help keep the car going. He already had one point on the idiot scale, and I hadn’t spoken to him yet.

My bet was that he’d run out of fuel. The next service station was two miles away, but the car wasn’t going to make it because it was sputtering to a stop. I watched the vehicle jerk a few more times, and then he pulled over to the shoulder, the brake lights turning on.

The question became, did I get paid, or did this one find an untimely end? So many choices. I sneered as I drove the truck out onto the road and pulled the vehicle up behind him.

Showtime.

CAIN

I’d been right about the gas, but as it turned out, the alternator was shot as well. That made for an excellent payday. I quickly hooked the vehicle up and dropped the man off for an extra fee before taking the thing back to the shop.

When Abel pulled in with his taxi, I was wiping car grime off my hands on a rag. Before he stepped out of the car, I knew he had gifts for us.

Time to play.

“Woo-fucking-hoo, brother!” Abel began crowing like a rooster as he shimmied around the front of the bright yellow car. His hips wiggled back and forth, his low-cut jeans and open shirt making him look like he was at a beach dance party. “You just wait ‘til you see what I got for us.”

“Must be good for you to break out the dancing.”

“Right? This new slick style is really drawing the hotties in,” he said and ran his hand down his abs while he stuck his tongue between his fingers to wave at me.

I rolled my eyes. “I highly doubt that is the reason they got in your car.”

“Ha! What do you know?” At one point in my life, I would’ve begun spouting off all the facts I did know, but now I realized it was a rhetorical question. He wasn’t actually looking for a response. Abel was kind of like a fly. Unless it smelled like shit, or in this case, blood and pussy, he lost interest. “So…what about you? Did you have any luck?”

“I wasn’t out hunting,” I said.

Abel leaned against the car I was working on and pulled a bag of sunflower seeds out of his pocket. He tossed a handful into his mouth before offering some to me. I didn’t like the feeling of the little shells in my mouth and then having to spit them on the ground. It was a disgusting habit.

“I’m working, aren’t I?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Abel snorted and spat shells on my shop floor.

“You better be planning on sweeping that shit up, or I’ll make you lick it up.” I made sure my tone was calm, but I knew I couldn’t keep the glare out of my stare. He knew it wasn’t an empty threat. I’d made him lick up a couple of things a time or two. There came a point in any relationship when someone had to become the alpha. With Abel’s unpredictable behavior, I needed to take control, or we would’ve been caught before we’d even gotten started. Our babysitter had been a great example of his lack of control or long-term game thought process. It was also the first fuck up and mess I’d had to clean up after my brother, but it certainly hadn’t been the last.