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No one can know what truly happened that night.
The only ones who know are the Crasnics, and I know they'll never speak a word, for safety's sake. No one can talk about what happened on the nights when the Crasnics went out Hunting.
No one knows what could happen if someone lets a word slip, because no one has ever had the courage to cross Crasnics in any way.
No one ever dared to disrupt the waters of the Crasnics of Matlock.
No one, except me.
I, Rebecca Godwill, broke the chain.
The Crasnics of Matlock met their end with me.
I'm the one who brought their demise, and perhaps I'm meant to fulfill the prophecy, for everything will end with me.
I dared to wrong them, and even now, I'm bearing the consequences. I'm afraid to even know how long this infernal period will last, but I was afraid that I'd find out it would continue endlessly, so it's better not to ask.
“Everything I did, I did for you!” Manasseh grips my chin tightly and roars at my face. “I didn't force you to do anything you didn't want. You wanted to keep your secret, I kept it. You wanted to join the Crasnics, I accepted you. I gave you everything you desired, and yet I'm the villain in your story?”
“You manipulated me into doing everything I did, and you know it all too well! Why? Because you wanted to get back at your brother? You couldn't stand seeing us together? Because we would still be together if your family hadn't meddled.”
“Sure, by now you would have been married and had a couple of brats,” Manasseh snorts amused. “Stop lying, Becca! Stop fooling yourself, and stop pretending to be fucking saint, because we both know how dirty you are on the inside. Or do you want me to remind you of what happened a few minutes ago, how you begged me to pound you harder while you were impaled by my big cock. You are not the pure and nice girl that daddy wants, that the Matlock boys used to see in the school halls, showing off her cheeky butt under her short uniform skirt, but hiding her big 16-years-old tits under those fucking oversized hoodies you're addicted to. You played the part almost perfectly, but earlier I showed you that you're just a whorewho loves a good dick. Shit, and not just any dick, my dick, which can barely fit in your tight pussy without cracking you open like a ripe watermelon,” he grabs his crotch, and spits insult after insult so fast, that I end up slapping, then I burst out, and start pushing him.
Manasseh starts swaying and laughs heartily.
“Fucking go to hell!” I shout angrily.
“You like the degrading way I treat you sooo much,” he grabs my wrist and presses me against his chest. “Your body throbs every time it remembers how I ripped your sweet pussy hole as you like it,” Manasseh fixates on my chest so intently, he catches my attention enough to see my nipples harden through the thin, satin material of the robe. “You adore fucking me, and I’m addicted, ain’t gonna lie.”
It's because of the cold! I tell myself and cover my embarrassment with my arms.
“My life has only been misery since then... since the Last Fire,” I shout, biting the inside of my cheek so hard that I taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth.
Don't cry, Becca!
Not in front of him.
Calm down, damn it!
Don't show him how he makes you feel. Hide your emotions!
“Housewife Becca! The best joke I’ve heard in a while,” Manasseh grins, and lightly rubs his cheek still stinging from the harsh slap earlier.
It was tough, but I got over it!
I accepted that my leaving was necessary.
The whole town was already treating our family like outcasts because of me. If dad couldn't preach anymore, that would have destroyed us in an even more dramatic way, so mom made the decision to move to another town. At first, it was meant to be only for a while, but that period began to feel like eternity, and during my last visit, I realized that Matlock had long exiled us. I felt the foreign feeling through every pore, as if my own home was rejecting me. I felt it on the morning I entered Matlock, in the hostile December breeze that pricked my rosy cheeks, in the eyes of the locals staring at us, no matter how much some tried to hide it, in the barking of the dogs on the street, as if I was a real life bad omen. The oppressive feeling, everything about that town repelled me, that it even imprinted itself on the food. The roast and cheesecake that used to be my favorites suddenly lost their taste. I even felt it when I watched ‘Home Alone,’ as we used to do together every year at Christmas.
It wasn't the same anymore.
Matlock wasn’t my home anymore, and I had to accept that. I blamed myself. The guilt that weighed on me with such intensity was the first feeling that woke me up in the morning. I had ruined my family and my life. All for a dare. I had played with fire, and before I realized it, everything around me was burning to the ground.
I have to leave everything behind and accept defeat.
Fuck everything!
I realize that I am alone on the path I’ve chosen, and I can't turn back now. I have to play and defeat him to win. But how can I succeed when I can't even defeat my own demons?
