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“So fucking good, he so fucking big! I feel like I might lose my fucking mind, Scar.” He gasps her name as I slam into him. “Fuck, and his rough hand around my dick… it’s making my skin dance. I can feel his come from before sliding around between us, and every time he bottoms out, my skin feels like it's on fire…. I’m fucking…. gonna come… if you keep looking at me like that!” he grits out.
“I wanna see that,” she purrs, “I wanna see that
so bad, Dice.”
I ramp up my speed, and they both gasp, “You
gonna come for us, Scar?”
“Yeah.” She grits out. “Yeah, I’m gonna come. You fucking guys are so sexy together… fuck, I can’t… I can’t stop it… I’m gonna… fuck…” She gasps as she comes, and Dice’s arse tightens around me as he comes over my hand and on the floor again, and I spill inside him. I collapse on his back, watching as Scar’s heart pounds in her chest and as she pants, staring at us both.
“Fucking hell, Scar.” Dice shakes his head as I stand, pulling him with me. He rests his head against my shoulder. “You're definitely gonna be the death of me.” He grins, and I laugh. Scar’s sorting herself out and straightening her dress as I slowly pull out of Dice. We all groan as we try to right ourselves and clean up the best we can.
“What did you need other than that?” I chuckle,
looking at Scar.
“Shit, fuck. Yeah, I came to say Demi had made
food for everyone in the coffee shop.”
“We’ll be there in a minute, okay?” She nods and steps through the door. Dice walks toward me, still shirtless. You really like being watched, huh?”
“Yup, you really like it when I spit on your arsehole, huh?”
“Yup!” He grins at me and kisses me like a starving man, and I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. Pulling apart and finishing getting dressed, we head to the coffee shop.
Ray
I don’t know how long I’ve been down here. I eat when I’m hungry, drink when I’m thirsty, sleep when I’m tired, and stab, maim, and torture when I’m feeling murdery. There seems to be more of the murdery feeling going on than the other stuff, but with it being underground, I’ve no idea what day or time it is, and it doesn’t really matter. My job is to make his life, what he has left of it, as miserable as possible, and if they were handing out gold medals, I would be getting gold in every single event. I’ve removed the toenails, the toes, the fingernails, and the fingers. He’s passed out a few times. I’ve removed a lot of skin, so much skin, I could give the guy from Silence of the Lambs a run for his money. I reckon I could make myself a new dress, not that I'd want to, that’s just fucking sick, but I could, and that’s what makes me smile. “Lady Gaga’s meat dress is so last season. Skin is the new meat.” I chuckle to myself, but then realise it’s out loud, and then I laugh harder.
Fuck, it feels good to laugh, even if it’s at the thought of me wearing my brother’s skin like a dress. Fuck, I think I’m losing it. I actually think my cheese has slid off my cracker, and after all this, they’re gonna come get me and sit me in a padded cell for the rest of my life. Damn, that’s a miserable thought.
Bas groans, and I think to myself there’s no rest for the wicked. Then I think, fuck, I must be awful, then realise I’m slowly removing parts of my twin brother’s body to exact my revenge on him for killing the love of my life. Yeah, not your average fairy tale. “Wakey wakey, rise and shine, motherfucker. Today's a new day, or maybe not, who the fuck knows? You ready for some fun?”
“Thirsty,” his voice scratches out.
“Shit, sorry.” I turn and walk away and come back with the hose, turn it on full blast in his face and laugh. “Let me know when you're not parched anymore, big brother.” After he's sputtered and choked enough, I turn it off.
“Please. Let me go?”
“You’re such a fucking pussy, Bas. Did I beg, did I plead, did I cry?” I shake my head. “You’re such a fucking disappointment. You really should have been put down at birth.”
“Ray, please?” His voice is tight from all the screaming. I'd say he screams like a little girl, but that would be offensive to little girls everywhere. “You're my sister.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t really fly, Bas. You know, the whole trying to let me get killed, the offering me up to be raped, then torturing me and letting your henchmen try to rape me? Luckily, he wasn’t capable. Oh, and don’t forget killing the love of my life and the father of my children, all because you were fucking jealous of Bran and Dane. All because I was your toy, and you didn’t want anyone else playing with me. Fuck you, Bas. You’re no brother of mine. You should have stayed fucking dead. Let’s help you along with that now, shall we?”
I look down at my handy work. Nails gone, toes gone, fingers gone, ears gone, teeth pulled out, nipples gone, skin majorly gone. The only skin left is his face and his back. I will be fucked if I can be arsed to turn him over. Maybe I could call the boys. I pull out my phone, and it’s dead. Fuck, when did that die? I shuffle around, looking for my charger. Damn it, where the fuck is it? I thought I had one. Nope, nope. “Fuck!” I roar. Damn it. I'm gonna have to sneak out and grab my phone charger. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I take a good, hard look at myself. Damn it. If it's daylight, I’m gonna scare the shit out of someone. I decide to take a shower and at least change my clothes.
Sliding the trap door open, the sunlight burns my eyes. Fuck. I wince as it opens, and as I step into the barn, three faces are glaring down at me. “Erm, Hey guys!.
“Hey, guys? That's what you got? You've been down there nine days. Nine fucking days, Ray and you come out with fucking ‘Hey guys’?” Ares starts pacing. “Jesus fucking Christ, Ray, we’ve been worried sick with the situation and the message you left Scar. The babies… fuck, Ray, are the babies okay?”
I nod. He storms towards me, and I back away. “Don't.” I bark out, and he steps back like I’ve shot him, and he looks hurt. Crushed.
“Ray?”
“I just need my phone charger. I still have work to do.”
