Page 26 of House of Horrors

Snap.

The arm thuds to the ground. Daisy swoops down, seizing it and raises it high, a victor’s prize. Blood in shades of orange, cerulean, and chartreuse spills across her skin, blossoming like ink swirling through water.

Lick it. Taste it.

My brow furrows as Daisy dumps the arm onto the table, then moves behind me, poised to remove the next one. The idea is strange, unsettling even, but it has wriggled deep into my mind. I know I must follow it. The voice wants me to, and I cannot deny our God.

The room melts into a swirling, psychedelic fog, my thoughts twisting into shapes I can see, and Daisy’s arm grazes mine while she bends closer. The brief, accidental touch sends a sudden warmth to my chest and I let out a shaky breath. I turn my head, expecting her to examine the limb, but instead she parts her lips and sinks her teeth in.

Her eyes flutter shut, and she moans like it’s addicting, orgasmic.

Daisy’s blonde hair tumbles into her eyes and I watch, captivated, as she swallows. Her tongue darts out, tracing her lips with a quiet intensity.

When Daisy’s gaze finds me, her eyes shimmer with a brighter blue, swirling as if something alive moves within them. A sensual glow seems to trace the edges of her skin. She has become divine.

Daisy leans over to cup my face, her luminous eyes locking onto mine, searching my soul before offering me a bite.

My brain stutters. The blights are repulsive and terrifying, but its sweet scent drifts up from the table and I want to taste it. Maybe their fucked-up appearance is just a clever trick, a disguise to keep us from daring to conquer them. Yet I hesitate, uncertain.

“Won’t we turn into them?” If we eat something diseased, could we become infected too?

“The voice spoke to me, and said it’ll make our gifts more powerful. The blights won’t be able to return. We can stop them and be safe. We just need to eat them.”

Daisy’s words ring with such certainty that I cannot help but believe her. The God speaks to Daisy as well as me, and I know it would never mislead us. My faith in both is unshakable. The mere thought of more power settles the matter, my heart pounding like a drum. I want more. I want to be unstoppable.

My sister must see my acceptance, my readiness to spiral deeper into madness by her side, because she passes me a chunk of meat. Our fingertips graze as I take it from her hand, electricity racing up my arm and transforming into a buzz that ripples through my body. Eating the monsters will transform us, free us from this flesh to become something more.

I lift the green, gooey flesh to my nose and inhale deeply. Its impossible sweetness engulfs my senses, and my mouth waters. A tremor runs through me. I crave it, I ache for it, I bite down. My teeth tear into the tender muscle.

I swallow, and a rush of juice floods my throat as if a ripe cherry has exploded inside me. I moan, my entire body rippling with pleasure.

“Fuck.” I continue to gnaw at the meat. Each bite transforms as I chew, bursting with juicy freshness, then melting into rich, sweet decadence. Through my heavy-lidded gaze, I see Daisy using the bone saw to carve up the blight’s remains.

The last piece of flesh that I hold passes through my lips and I hungrily lick my fingers, my tongue tracing every line of my palm, unwilling to let a single drop escape. Still, I want more. It’s not enough. I’ve had a bite and now I’m obsessed.

My gaze snaps to Daisy, our eyes reflecting a frenzied hunger. She now kneels on top of the table, her arms buried deep in the chest she split open.

She beckons me to join her, an invisible tether drawing us together.

I follow like a dutiful servant, climbing onto the table, the wet press of innards squishing beneath my knees. Daisy quickly grabs the blight’s liver, ripping at it in a raw, violent motion. My stomach burns with hunger. I want another piece. She needs to give me more. Daisy’s hands seize my jacket, and she uses it to yank me close, my chest slamming into her. Her lips crashes into mine, wild and urgent, and I gasp. Daisy tongues the liver from her mouth into mine, and I can’t help the noise that escapes me. I whimper, swallowing her heavenly offering.

Daisy pulls away from me to bury her face in the blight’s chest, slurping juice as I savor the piece she’s given me. “Fuck, that’s good.” I run my hands along my neck, tracing the bob of my throat and arching into the sensation. My groin aches, need pulsing, my own touch against my neck sending me to the edge of pleasure.

“Do you feel that, Brother?” Daisy lifts her hands, eyes wide. I look into her void-like pupils, falling into the abyss, and finding something unworldly. I pull myself out and really look at Daisy. Her face is smeared with the monster’s glowing blood, a wild crown upon her brow. But somehow, her beauty has reached new heights. Her blonde hair shimmers with radiant light, eyes glittering with starlit brilliance, and a magnetic, shadowy energy seems to pulse from her very being. My back twitches, something driving me to bend down and submit, like Daisy has ascended into the dark goddess she’s destined to become. My goddess.

Reaching for Daisy, I grab the back of her neck and pull her toward me. The distance between us is unsettling and wrong. Her skin beneath my touch is electric, as if she holds the universe inside her. My tongue traces the luminous sheen across her lips and cheeks, and I groan, savoring every glistening drop. A wild rush ignites in my veins, and the world spins faster with every heartbeat.

Daisy firmly presses her hands against my chest and I drift downward, weightless. I sink into the gore, gazing up with hazy wonder as my sister looms above me, regal and dominating. Fuck, how could I ever have pretended to hate her? How could I have tried to fight against something that feels like fate? Her fingers tease the sides of her dress, pulling it upward.

“If you want to eat my pussy, what do you say?”

My cock twitches and I smirk. I know the answer to the question. And I want this reward, which means I’ll be obedient.

“Thank you.”

Her head tilts to the side, like she’s expecting more. A simple thank you is not enough.

“Please feed me your pussy, Stepsister. Please, let me pinch your pretty clit between my split tongue until your cum is dripping down my neck.”