Page 52 of Borrowed

Toby’s voice purred in my skull.

“Make her feel it.We never belonged to her.She belongs to us.Forever.”

I pressed the cross against her neck.Her breath hitched.She saw the sharp tip of the metal now.Really saw it.Saw me.

Her hands reached for mine.“No, please—don’t do this.We can fix it, we can?—”

“There’s nothing left to fix,” I said.“I’m.Not.Broken.”

I pressed the metal into her skin, right above her collarbone.“You are.”

Her lips moved in prayer.

Automatic.

Useless.

And then I pushed deeper.

Just enough to pierce.Enough for blood to start its slow descent, baptizing her in the very truth she denied.

She gasped.Reached up.Tried to stop the cross.

Too late.

Toby took my hand in his.Guided it deeper, held her down while the cross slowly disappeared inside her skin.

She collapsed back against the altar, blood pooling around her knees, soaking into the cloth like wine.

I watched her fade, eyes flickering like the candlelight.

Toby watched, too, on top of her.His hands were tangled in her hair.Her mouth hung open, but no words were able to escape.Tears streamed down her cheeks, and Toby licked them clean.

“Let me love you, Mother,” he whispered above her body, ripping her dress into tattered strips of fabric.

He wasn’t gentle.Didn’t touch her like he did me.His hands left bruises on her skin.

Purple and bloody.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?What you demanded of me every night.”

My twin was as hard as the stone altar, his fist angrily smashing against his dick over and over.He looked over at me, his beautiful face contorted with lines and lines of anger.He looked like Father.

Mother’s body made squishy, wet noises underneath him.Toby grunted, smacking her hard enough to make her whimper.

“Tell me you need my love, Mother.Tell me how good I make you feel.You don’t get to run away now.You demanded this of me every night.Kept going even when it made me burn.”

A gurgle left Mother’s lips, foam-like liquid spilling down her cheeks and onto her chest and stomach.

And then she was still…

Silent.

Dead.

Toby roared like a lion and threw her body toward me.He looked so pretty.He was smiling as he approached me.

“She has never seen me,” he whispered.“Not once.”