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EIGHT

INDI

I rolled around, waking from the most intense sleep as everything crashed into me. “Oh fuck.” My head ached, a piercing sound ringing through my ears. “What-what the fuck happened?” After some time of adjusting to the light, I realized I was back home and in my bed. “What—how—” I looked down to see myself still wearing my outfit from the club. A burning streak of bright sunlight peeked through my bedroom windows, telling me it was morning.

Fuck. I must’ve really gotten wasted last night.

I stood up, wobbling as I tried not to vomit, still sick to my stomach. And with that thought, flashes of me throwing up in the club resurface. “Shit.” My stomach growled, completely empty. “I need to eat something.” I took my time walking from my bedroom to the kitchen. I could hear Kush scratching from the other side of Haze’s closed bedroom. “Silly kitty.” I smiled, grabbing one of the brownies he left out for me. I took a bite and leaned against the counter.

God, Haze has always made the best brownies. And this icing? So fucking good. Wait. Haze.

My smile dropped, remembering how I crashed his date. How pissed Mary-Jane was at me. I smiled at the thought. But then I began to recall the next events, how things escalated at the bar and in the club bathroom and how Haze had to carry me out. The color drained from my face, remembering everything when loud, aggressive knocks pounded against the apartment door, scaring the shit out of me.

“Indi!” I jumped at my name being screamed. “Indi, open this fucking door!”

“Carter?” I licked my fingers clean, rushed to the door and unlocked it. Carter rushed inside past me, fuming. He was red and sweaty, telling me he must’ve run from his car to the apartment. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He tried to control his breathing. “I thought you got your fucking phone fixed!”

I made a face. “I did.”

“Yeah? Well, I have been calling and texting you all night! What’s the point of having a phone if you don’t fucking answer! I’ve been worried sick about you, Indi! After you stormed off, I tried to follow you to talk things out, but I lost you at that trashy bar!”

I tilted my head. “Excuse me? You followed me?”

He mocked my face. “Oh, don’t try to make it sound creepy. I was worried, okay? We’d just gotten into another fight and I just wanted to make sure you didn’t?—”

“Didn’t what?” I crossed my arms. “Oh, I see. You wanted to make sure I didn’t run off into the arms of some random guy?” I scoffed. “Wow.”

Carter looked me up and down, pointing to my outfit. “Considering you’re still wearing the same outfit and haven’t changed, I’d say my feelings were valid.” He walked up to me. “Who’d you sleep with, Indi?”

My face burned with anger. “No one. Now, go home, Carter.”

He sucked his teeth. “Really? No one.” He leaned forward and inhaled. “Doesn’t smell like no one to me. Who was he?”

I pushed him back. “I said go home.”

Carter’s mouth twisted. “Oh, I get it now. It was that guy, wasn’t it? The one from the photos you posted.” My cheeks burned. He wasn’t wrong. Carter snapped his fingers. “There. I fucking knew it. Who is he, Indi?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t sleep with anyone! I went to the club, hung out, came home and crashed. That’s all!” I grabbed his arm, trying to walk him towards the door, but he pushed me off.

“No, I know that look. There was someone else.” He glanced around.

“Carter, you need to leave.”

He looked past me to the hallway. “Why? Is he here? Oh Indi, did you bring your dirty little secret home?” He laughed sarcastically. “Figures. Well, come on then, let’s go wake him up!”

I tried to stop Carter as he moved towards the bedroom doors. “Carter—Carter stop!”

“No, I want to meet him! This elusive mystery guy must be a catch if you keep fucking him behind my back! Me! Your boyfriend!”

I grabbed his shirt and pulled. “Carter, stop!” He shoved me roughly to the ground.

“Hey!” We both snapped to see Haze charging Carter. He swung, punching Carter so hard he knocked him to the ground. “Get your fucking hands off her!”

I shot from the floor and ran to stop Haze. “Hey. Hey!” I pushed him back, trying to stop him. “Enough!”

His green eyes met mine, burning with such hatred and rage. “He fucking hurt you, Indi!” He was fuming, charged with this immense energy that made him see red.

Carter groaned in pain. Haze shot him a look and started to rush after him, but I pushed him back again. “Hey! No!” Haze snarled. “Look at me, Haze. Look at me! Stop this!”

“He fucking pushed you, Indi,” he growled. “That fucking bitch put his hands on you! I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fucking kill him!”

“No! Haze! I’m fine. See? I’m fine! He didn’t hurt me!”

Carter stood, holding his now bloodied nose, whimpering like a child. “Fuck! My nose! I think you fucking broke my nose!”

Haze nodded. “Good! Maybe next time you’ll think twice before putting hands on my sister, bitch!”

“Haze!” I snapped.

Carter eyed Haze as he moved closer to the door, panicking. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He rushed past me in horror. “You fucking psycho!” He opened the apartment door and ran out.

“Carter? Carter!” The door slammed behind him. And I was pissed. I turned to look at my brother. “What the fuck is your problem?” I smacked his chest.

He shook his head. “My problem? No. He fucking shoved you?—”

“No. Stop. Stop it! You don’t get to keep swooping in like I’m yours to fucking save!” His face tightened. “Whatever this is.” I motioned between us. “It has to stop. You have to stop, Haze.”

“Is that what you think? Oh little sis, when will you realize that you’ll always be mine to save?”

“Stop,” I whispered.

“And what if I don’t want to?” he whispered back. His expression softened as he watched me and stepped closer. “What then?”

I stared up at him, swallowing, as I forced myself to speak. “I can’t do this with you.”

Haze licked his lips and leaned in real close as he whispered into my ear, “That’s not what you said last night.”

Flashes of us kissing flooded my brain. It made me sick to realize. “No.”

He leaned back and lifted his arm, brushing his thumb across my mouth. “No?” He smiled. “You don’t get to tell me no.”

My eyes began to water. “This is wrong, Haze. So wrong.”

He tilted his head. “Is it? Or are you just scared to really let go?” A tear fell down my face. “No other man will ever understand you like I do, Indi. We don’t just share blood, we share our entire DNA. I know you better than you know yourself. And deep down, you’re just as sick and twisted as I am.”

“Stop it!” I shoved Haze away. He smiled and watched as I rushed out the apartment door in tears.

What the fuck is happening?

HAZE

The night air was cool as a soft drizzle soaked my body. I had been outside the apartment, smoking, waiting for Indi to return home. It had been hours since she left in such a hurry, leaving behind her phone. I had no way to know where she was or who she was with, and it bothered me. Left me anxiously sitting around, itching to know where she was and who she was with. I knew she was upset, but I didn’t expect her to stay away this long. And it worried the hell out of me.

“You wanted to talk?” Mary-Jane suddenly appeared. She hesitated to get too close to me, still obviously shaken up and angry from last night. I had texted her earlier, asking for her to come over so we could talk and clear the air.

“Yeah.” I tossed the bud down and exhaled. “You took off in such a hurry last night?—”

Mary-Jane scoffed. “Are you serious? Haze. You were looking at Indi like she was a fucking snack. Do you realize how sick that is? She’s your fucking sister!”

“I was not looking at Indi!” I snapped. “I was fucking high as shit and was just watching you two dance! I mean fuck, isn’t that what you wanted?”

Mary-Jane tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Oh really? You’re telling me that’s all you were doing?”

“Yes!”

She stepped closer. “Then why didn’t you like me kissing her?” My jaw clenched, and she smiled. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” She tucked my hair from my face behind my ear. “Goodbye, Haze Osvaldo.”

“Mary-Jane. It’s not what you think.”

“Oh really? Then what is it?” She stepped closer. “What I think is that you’re lying to me. I think this whole time I’ve been your little fuck buddy to help blow off steam while you hide your real sexual desires.”

“It’s not like that,” I growled.

“Oh yeah?” Her eyes twinkled. “Prove it.”

All my anger and frustration with Mary-Jane exploded, and I kissed her. I grabbed her body close, slamming her against the brick wall of the apartment building. She smiled and wrapped her legs around me, pulling my dick from my jeans as I began to lift her dress, wasting no time.

She moaned as I slid inside her pussy and began to fuck her, looking straight into her eyes just like I knew she wanted. “Yes,” she breathed. “Use me. I’m yours.” She rode me as I buried my dick deep inside her. I ripped the strap of her dress and yanked the front of it down to expose her bare breasts. She pressed into me, moaning loud as hell when I bit her nipple, tonguing and sucking it as I fucked her. Her pussy clenched around me, and I felt her wetness dripping down my shaft.

Releasing her nipple with a pop, I asked, “Is this what you wanted?” She nodded, her eyes closed, too focused on her impending orgasm to even look at me.

I nestled my face against her, thrusting as I tried to coax my orgasm. It was a challenge, but just as I thought it was a lost cause, I looked over to see Indi standing not far away. She was staring right at me with a look of horror.

“Oh fuck!” Mary-Jane began to cry out, coming loudly.

I winked at Indi and she covered her mouth as I fucking smiled. She rushed into the apartment and my dick suddenly came alive. I pounded into Mary-Jane, refusing to let up. Her body ground against the brick wall and I knew it must’ve hurt, but I didn’t care. I just needed to come. And thanks to Indi, I was right there.

I pulled out of Mary-Jane, roughly dropping her body. My dick twitched as I came all along the brick wall, spewing ropes of it everywhere. My body shivered and jolted, and I swallowed my moans, slamming my fist into the wall. It felt so damn good too. I emptied myself, dragging my fingers along my shaft until there was nothing left but my tender dick. “Fuck,” I panted.

Mary-Jane adjusted her dress and ran to me. She shoved me hard as I tucked my dick away. “What the fuck was that?” I almost laughed. “Seriously? You just went from having hot sex with me to treating me like some common whore!”

“Since when did that ever bother you?” Mary-Jane slapped my face. My entire demeanor flipped. I grabbed her neck and slammed her into the brick wall. “You better fucking watch yourself.”

Terror filled her eyes. “Y-you’re hurting me, Haze.”

I leaned in real close, glaring into her dark eyes. “Good.” I released her neck. She slowly backed away, her eyes remaining on me as she moved. “Remember this the next time you try to start shit, Mary-Jane. We can go back to the way things were, or this.”

“Things were fine before. Let’s just—just go back to that. I’m-I’m sorry. Okay?” She nodded with a fearful smile.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Mary-Jane slowly made her way to the sidewalk before running away. I couldn’t help but to laugh. But at least now, she’d keep her fucking mouth shut about Indi.

Speaking of ? —

I walked around to the apartment door and stepped inside. My body was drenched from the light rain outside, and I needed a shower. I tossed my jacket aside, kicking off my shoes to see Indi sitting on the couch. She sat crisscrossed, wearing tiny shorts and a raggedy old shirt that was cut and hung halfway off her body, exposing her shoulder and arm. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, and she was smoking from my bong while Kush rolled around the floor. Her eyes rose to me and locked with mine as she deeply inhaled the smoke.

“Careful, don’t want to smoke too much of that.”

Indi held her breath before exhaling a large cloud of smoke. “There’s no such thing as too much weed, Haze.” Kush jumped onto the couch next to her. “Isn’t that right, Kushy-Kush?” Her eyes returned to me. “You’re all wet.”

“That’s what she said,” I teased. She didn’t seem amused. “Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb, Indi. I know you saw us.”

Her eyes fell back to the cat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Oh, yes, you do.

I leaned over the armchair across from her and smiled as light drops of rain fell from my wet hair. “Did you at least like what you saw?”

She blew a mouthful of smoke in my direction. “I told you. I didn’t see anything.”

All I could do was grin like a fucking kid on Christmas. “And where have you been all day?” I asked.

Indi looked away, almost ashamed. That alone answered my question and ruined my cheerful mood. “I went to see Carter.”

My knuckles turned white as I squeezed the chair in anger. “And why would you do that?”

“You fucking broke his nose, Haze! I had to make sure he was okay and wasn’t going to fucking press charges or something!”

I snapped. “Press charges? Ha! He should be fucking grateful I didn’t beat the shit out of him! Or worse! Fucking little bitch?—”

“See? That. That is your fucking problem!” Indi shouted. Kush’s ears fell back as he watched us fight.

“ My problem? Indi, he fucking put hands on you!”

She shook her head. “Oh my god, would you just fucking stop! I can take care of myself, Haze!”

I scoffed. “Obviously not. Or I wouldn’t have had to break that fucker’s nose. You’ve always been so weak when it comes to these fuckboys, Indi. You let them treat you like shit and beg for their love when you know deep down you’ll never get it. You need me to protect you.”

Indi lit the bowl of the bong and watched the neck fill with smoke. She then inhaled it all and as she exhaled, she looked at me dead in the eyes and spoke in the most serious monotone. “Yeah, well, it’s really none of your fucking business.”

Fine . I turned and walked from the living room in a hurry.

“Where are you going?” she called after me.

“To take a shower!” I stopped and looked back at her. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business.”

The shower was exactly what I needed. Not only did I clean any trace of Mary-Jane from my body, but I was able to sit and simmer with my thoughts. I was furious at Indi for crawling back to Carter. Again . What was it about that prick that made her so weak and easy to manipulate? So easy to break and put the pieces back together how he saw fit. He was nothing compared to her. And I think it’s time he learned.

I turned the shower off and grabbed my towel, wrapping it around my waist. I cleaned the steam from the bathroom mirror and I stared back at my reflection. My fingers curled over the edge of the sink as I replayed the images of Carter shoving Indi, grabbing her by the throat in her home, and all the other times he ever dared to fucking touch her. My muscles bulged at the memories and I began to seethe.

I’m going to make sure he never hurts you again. I’m done playing games. You’re my little sister. Mine. And no one fucking touches what’s fucking mine.

I walked out of the bathroom and into my room, closing the door when Kush brushed past. He skipped into my room and jumped on the bed as if this whole apartment was his. Entitled much? “Hey little pothead.” I scratched behind his ears. “Where’s your momma at?” Kush purred, rolling around on the bed.

Focus, Haze.

I stood in the middle of my room and the sensation of being watched crept up my back. I turned around and approached my cracked door, swinging it open to see Indi standing in the hall, blushing. “Can I help you?” I asked with a smile and raised my brow.

Indi blinked. “I—I was just—” I tilted my head at her embarrassment. “I was just wondering if you had any more of those edibles. You know, the fruit ones?”

“I don’t think you want one of those.”

She made a face. “Why not?”

I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe. Her eyes moved along my wet, bare skin, and I noticed. “Why do you need it?”

“I can’t sleep.”

Doubtful. More like this was the best excuse she could come up with after catching her sneaking a peek. “Really? After all that weed you just smoked, you can’t sleep?” She stared at me. Indi had no idea my special edibles were laced, just like the cocktail she smoked the other night, but I wasn’t going to tell her. It was too fun to mess with her. “Alright.” I walked back into my room, grabbed the bag of edibles, and returned to the doorway. Indi tried to reach for the bag, but I snatched it back. “Uh-uh. You get one .”

“Seriously?”

I handed her the small orange cube. “Trust me, that’s all you need.”

Indi hesitated before popping the fruit square into her mouth. I simply watched, gripping the knotted front of my towel. Her eyes fell to my hand before shooting back to my eyes. “So, got any plans tonight?” she asked.

Such a curious little thing. Despite our little argument, she just couldn’t stay away . I have plans, but you don’t need to know them.

I merely smiled and walked up to her, kissing the top of her head. “Goodnight, Indi.” I walked back into my room and shut my door. “Sweet dreams.”

Carter had finally pulled up to his house, completely unaware that I was hiding inside waiting for him. I’d had enough of him, and tonight, I was going to fix everything. I was going to make sure he never fucked with Indi again. And I was going to have a fucking blast doing it.

I secured the mask on my face and slipped my hands into a pair of leather gloves, anxiously waiting to pounce. Hidden in his closet like before, I listened as Carter entered his bedroom. His nose was bandaged, swollen, and bruised from my fist. It looked painful, and I felt so proud.

You got lucky.

He was consumed by something on his phone, smiling like a fucking idiot, giving me the perfect opportunity to surprise him. Adrenaline flowed through my veins as I mentally readied myself.

Time to make him pay for everything he’s done to you, Indi.

My boot kicked the closet door open. Carter jumped. His eyes widened as he saw me charging him. “What the—” I swung my fist and punched him in the face. He fell back, groaning as he hit the floor. His nose began to bleed all over him. “Ah, fuck! My fucking nose! Help! Hel—” His head bounced off the floor as I roughly grabbed his ankles and dragged him to the other side of the bedroom. “No! Please!” He grabbed the foot of the bed, stopping me. “Help!” I struggled to keep my hold on him as kicked his leg free and slammed it into my chest, knocking me back. I nearly fell over. Carter quickly fumbled to his feet and stood up across from me. He was panicking, searching his pockets for something, when he noticed his phone on the floor between us. He eyed me closely, and I tilted my head, ready to strike.

Let’s fucking go.

Carter shot forward, but I was quicker. I snatched his phone and looked at him, raising the large knife I had concealed in my jacket. He raised his hands and backed away, frightened. “Please,” he begged. I looked down to see what fascinated him so much and froze at what I saw. On his phone was an opened message thread between him and fucking Mary-Jane. And in that thread were nude photos of them both.

I fucking knew it.

“Look, if it’s money you want—take it. You want that phone? Fine. Keep it. Better yet?” He trembled, taking off that ridiculous gold chain he always wore and chucked it at my feet. “That? That’s real gold, man. It’s worth a ton of money. You can have it. Shit, you can have anything you want! Just—just please let me go.”

I dropped the phone, pressing my boot against it as it shattered and broke.

Carter groaned. “Aw man! Why—why did you do that? You want cash? I got cash!”

“I don’t want your money,” I snarled.

Carter froze. “W-what do you want?”

I raised the knife high in his direction, the blade reflecting the bedroom lights as I rotated it and stepped forward. The color of his face completely drained while I waved it back and forth. “You’ve been a bad boy, Carter,” I sang as I tilted my head and inched closer to him.

“Hey man.” He began to shake. “Y-you don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, but I do.”

Right as I rushed him, Carter weaved and bolted to the other side of the room, barely escaping me. I swung the knife again and cut his forearm as he ran past and out of the bedroom. “Fuck!” he shouted, grabbing the bleeding wound.

I ran after him, barreling my body into his as I tackled him into the glass coffee table and it shattered beneath us. Carter groaned as he broke my fall, rolling as the glass cut his exposed limbs.

Time to suffer.

I realized I had dropped my knife during the fall and needed something else to use. Something bigger than the broken glass. Something I knew would hurt like hell. I looked around the room while he remained on the floor and noticed a hockey stick against the wall. It was propped up like some fucking display and looked to be worth something, signed by many players of a well known team. I nearly laughed at the sight of it.

Carter coughed, eyeing me, unable to stand. “You want it? Take it,” he groaned. “It’s worth a lot. Just take it! Please!” I picked the hockey stick up and walked back to him. He grabbed a large piece of glass and rolled onto his back as he swung it in my direction. I used the end of the hockey stick to whack it away and then whipped him across the face with it. I hit him again, so hard blood spewed from his mouth. Carter rolled onto his stomach and tried to crawl away, crying and bleeding.

Fucking weak ass bitch.

Just then, a wicked idea popped into my brain. “I don’t think so,” I teased. I bent down and dragged him back through the glass a few inches, the pieces shredding his chest and face as he cried out. Blood smeared along the floor as I pulled the red thong I always kept in my jacket pocket out and forcefully bound his arms behind his back. He tried to fight me, but it was useless. I gripped the top of his jeans and yanked his pants down, aggressively pinning his face down into the glass as he squirmed and cried out in terror while I slapped his bare ass hard.

“What’re you doing? No! Please, no, stop!”

“Shut up!” I grabbed a handful of his blonde hair and pulled as hard as I could as he sobbed. “I told you. You’ve been a bad boy. Now, it’s time for your punishment.”

As the words left my lips, I slammed his head down into the glass covered floor and slowly shoved the end of the hockey stick up his ass, rotating it as I thrusted it inside him. He screamed and wiggled, fighting me, but I was stronger. And my anger and hatred for this fucking prick fueled like steroids. He was going to suffer for everything he had ever done to Indi.

“Please!” he screamed. “Please, stop!”

“What’s wrong, frat boy? You don’t like it rough?” I rammed the hockey stick deeper, pulling it back before reentering him. “Is that why you beat up women? Huh? You don’t like feeling like a bitch!” I fucked his ass with the stick, listening to him cry and scream, begging me to stop. It made me feel so good knowing just how much I was hurting him, hearing him beg me to stop. “Not so tough now, are you?” I grinned and laughed while twisting it inside him. “That’s right. Take it! Feel what it’s like to be dominated by a real man, bitch!” I fucked him harder with the stick, my own dick coming alive as I moved faster and faster. It wasn’t until I saw blood covering the hockey stick that I reluctantly stopped. I pulled it out of him and roughly shoved my fingers inside. “Feel that? I’m inside you. Oh, you’re so lubed up now I could fuck you myself. But I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t fit up your tight ass.” I roughly fingered his ass for a moment before pulling back.

“Please,” he wheezed as I tossed the stick aside, noticing my knife. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because.” I grabbed the knife. “You hurt my sister.”

Carter fell silent. His head trembled as he turned to look back at me with tears in his eyes. “Haze?”

I pulled the mask from my face and grinned. “How’s it feel knowing you’ve been my bitch, Carter?” Tears rolled down his face as he stared at me. “Want to go for round two?” I licked his blood from my fingers with a devious grin.

“No! Please!”

“Shhhh!” I leaned forward and pressed the tip of the knife into his cheek, my face inches from his.

“Please, Haze. Why are you doing this?” He sounded so pathetic.

I scoffed. “Are you really that dumb?”

Carter eyed me. “Look man, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay? I-I promise, I’ll never raise a hand to your sister again! I swear! Please!”

“Not good enough. Maybe I should just slip my mask back on and fuck you with the other end of the hockey stick. You know, the bigger one. Switch between that and my own dick.”

“No, please!” I laughed. “Wait—the mask. You—” He looked at me and my smile faded. “You’re the stalker? The one who’s been creeping on Indi?”

I didn’t respond.

“I–I don’t understand. She said that guy—” It all clicked for him.

“See? Wasn’t that hard now, was it?”

Carter gagged. “Dude! She’s your sister!”

“Twin, actually. Our bond is much more complex and much darker than you could ever imagine.”

Carter scoffed. “That’s sick.”

“Sick? No, what’s sick is watching people like you use her, treating her like a fucking whore! It fucking infuriates me to think of how badly you’ve treated her.” I pierced my knife into his cheek, digging it through his flesh as he groaned. “How all you fuckers abused her, taking her for granted. Indigo is a fucking goddess and you have all tarnished her, turning her into this plaything to use as you see fit. Well, not anymore.”

Carter’s blood ran down his face and pooled on the floor. “S-she’d never forgive you. Indi l-loves me. And if you kill me, she’d never forgive you!”

It was humorous how highly he thought she felt of him.

“Actually, I think you might have your facts a little twisted. In fact, let me show you something, Carter.” He sobbed quietly as I reached my free hand back into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I opened my private folder and played the video of Indi masturbating on his bed. Her moans filled the room as he tried to look away. “No, look!” I forced his face with my knife as he reluctantly watched.

“You’re sick, Haze. A fucking psycho!”

“Am I?” I scrolled back through the folder and tapped the photos we took. “Because I’m pretty sure she’s just as sick as me. See?” I showed him every single photo, swiping through.

“You. You were the guy?” he asked.

“It’s always been me.” I tapped the video of Indi riding me, her moans returning as he watched in absolute horror, listening to her orgasm. “And I’m the only man who can make her come like this. The only one who knows what she wants. Indi and I are connected in a way you will never know.” I paused the video as a still photo of her face burned through the screen. “I’m the only one who can make her feel that fucking good.”

Carter trembled as I tucked the phone back into my pocket. “W-what’re you going to do to me?”

I sighed, standing as he remained between my legs. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to kill you, Carter. Not just for all the things you’ve done to my sister, but because you’re in my way. And once you’re gone, Indi will have no one left but me.”

Carter cried into the glass. “Please,” he sobbed. “You don’t have to do this. Please!”

I rolled my eyes as I stood up. “Shut up!” I kicked his ribs with my boot. He curled into himself and wheezed. He cried like a fucking baby, ruining the moment. “I said shut up!” I kicked him again and again, slamming my boot into his ribs and chest. He began to cough and spit blood, struggling to remain conscious. “Oh, no you don’t.” I bent down and rolled him onto his back.

“Carter. Carter!” I slapped his face as his eyes rolled to me. “Yeah, there you are. I’m going to need you to be awake for this next part, frat boy.” Carter mumbled, unable to focus. “Hey!” I slapped his face as he jolted.

“Haze,” he breathed.

I grinned. “Yes, that’s right. Say my name, you filthy little frat boy. I want it to be the last thing you do.” I reached down, pulling his dick out, eager for this next part. “Say my fucking name, bitch!” My knife slid across the thin tissue of his dick as he screamed and cried. He was so loud, making my ears nearly ring. I hacked away at his penis, sawing it from his body, blood spewing in all directions. Carter made noises I had never heard, shouting and trying to stop me, but it was no use. He was too weak. And I was too sick.

“Haze! Please!” he begged with all his life.

I grinned as his blood hit my face and wrapped my hand around his shaft, pulling as hard as I could as it ripped from his pelvis. “That’s right, bitch. Say my name!”

Carter will never hurt you again, Indi.

I gently pushed Indi’s bedroom door open. She was sound asleep in her bed thanks to my edible. Kush sat up and ran to me, rubbing along my legs. He stopped and sniffed my pants, licking Carter’s blood. “Yeah, things got a little messy tonight. But I brought you something, little man.” Kush meowed as I reached in the small bag I had, pulling out Carter’s bloodied, limp dick. “Who’s a hungry kitty?” Kush’s eyes dilated as he eagerly waited for me to toss him the treat. And I did. He smelled the bloodied dick, licking it, before really sinking his teeth in. I watched him and shook my head. “You eat that whole thing and I’ll give you all the weed you want, you little pothead.”

I stepped past Kush, leaving him in the hallway, and walked into Indi’s room, sitting in her chair across from the bed. I propped my feet up on the side of her bed and pulled a joint from my pocket, quickly lighting it. She didn’t budge as I watched her sleep, dressed in another one of my t-shirts, only this one was more of a muscle shirt, and it barely covered her breasts.

A nice little reward for me.

As I took a hit, I noticed Carter’s blood all over my hands. It made me smile. “Guess you’re single now, little sis.” I eyed her closely. My dick hardened, noticing her half eaten brownie on the nightstand. “Looks like I need to make a new batch.”

My free hand unbuckled my belt and carefully retrieved my dick. I held the joint in between my lips while I pulled the red thong from my jacket, now stained in some of Carter’s blood. It was the one I used to bind his hands, the same one Indi had left behind three years ago. I had kept it on me ever since, tucked safely into my jacket pocket. I raised the material to my face and inhaled deeply, remembering her scent. I then wrapped the thong around the base of my dick, tightly restricting myself with the makeshift cock ring. “I’m going to take my time tonight.” I pulled out my phone and began to stroke myself, staring at her half naked body while I smoked. “Listen to how good I make you feel.” I pressed play on the video and turned the volume up as Indi’s moans filled the room.

No more sharing. You’re mine, Indi.