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It’s what he has in his hand. An identical mask to Kaleb’s, the white latex one. He must’ve hidden it in his coat.

He’s shoving it into Kaleb’s face now.

“It was quite the experience. Murdering them with this on my face. I get why you did it. Finally, I do.”

I’m one step forward, my hand outstretched to grasp it. Or his throat. His gray hair. The collar of the gray sweater he’s wearing under his coat.

The first drops of rain start to fall on our heads. They slide between my mask and my face.

They’re not what stops me from going after Dr. Reynolds.

It’s Kaleb.

He launches at him first, pushing him hard on the chest. The older man flies back, landing on the floor. Half of his body is on the porch, with the other half inside the house.

“Take me with you!” His begging is pathetic. He sits up while Kaleb and I close in on him, pressing his hands together. “Please. I won’t get in your way, I promise. Let me join you.”

Kaleb wastes no time talking. He raises his large foot, kicking the older man’s chest. The force of the kick has Dr. Reynolds flying further into the house.

“Trick-or-treat!” The sound of the kids on the street is faint. It disappears altogether after I lock the front door behind me.

“Plea—”Cough, cough. “Please. Shiloh, help me out here.”

“Help you out?” Taking notes from Kaleb, I use my foot to shut Dr. Reynolds up. I slam my sneaker on his chest, pinning him to the floor. Behind me, Kaleb’s strong arms envelop my middle. His chin is on the top of my head. “I told you how I felt about you turning my brother into a science project. You were warned.”

I lean back on Kaleb, and he—as if we’ve done this a million times before—bears my weight. He helps me keep my foot on Dr. Reynolds’s chest while I lift the other one and kick him in the face.

Two teeth fly out, leaving a red trail on Dad’s marble floor.

“Good girl.” A whisper in my ear makes me lightheaded. Kaleb squeezes me to his body, his cock poking my back. A sweet, depraved distraction. “My good fucking girl. Give him hell.”

“You just had to come back.” I raise my foot a second time, leaving it in the air.

I don’t kick him.

“Oh, fuck yes.” Thanks to the fierce connection we share, Kaleb understands what I’m telling him without words.

He walks forward, helping me balance my two feet on Dr. Reynolds’s chest.

His fingers roam over my belly, pushing under the waistband of my jeans. With his other hand, he chokes me.Brings my ear to his mouth. “You’re so hot when you’re like this. Being your true self. It’s beautiful, little sister. Fucking stunning.”

“For both of you, I did it for both of you. I had to…” the doctor trails off.

He’s running out of air. I want to have my fun before he dies.

Kaleb presses his finger between my pussy lips, sliding it into my sex.

“Soaking. You’re such a dirty slut for me.” My head falls back on his shoulder while he finger-fucks me. I start protesting when he removes his finger. Then shut up when he presses it to my throbbing clit. “Make yourself come all over my hand, whore. Jump on him, use me. I won’t let go until your panties are ruined.”

I obey him. I jump once on top of Dr. Reynolds’s chest.

He chokes. Coughs. “Stop.”

“Don’t you dare.” Kaleb cuts off a little more of my air supply. “I’ll kill you if you listen to him. I’ll maim you and jerk off to your chopped limbs.”

“Yes.” It’s beyond unhinged, the things that his sickness does to me. I’m trembling with need, my stomach coiling. My climax building inside me. “Yes.”

I’m done testing the waters. I throw myself into it, wrapping my arms around Kaleb’s neck, and begin jumping in earnest. The friction of his finger as I hop up and down is getting me so wet. So desperate.