Page 29 of Lethal (Wellard Asylum #1)

A bomb explodes in my head, and all the air leaves my lungs in a single, violent exhale, and Wren takes that opportunity to plunge his massive cock back inside of me with force.

“FUCK!” I scream, in a mixture of physical and emotional pain, lust, and misery, as everything he’s doing to me threatens to roll me under, and smother all the evil that lives within me.

Wren’s sadistic laughter fills my ears behind me.

“Got her.” He thrusts deep, forcing my body to take every punishing inch over and over, without offering any mercy.

My hips and clit bang against the metal surface of the desk, bruising me, and my body strains against his assault.

I can feel my wetness escaping me, more and more, as he grinds himself against my ass.

“Who?” Bash demands. “Say it, little toy. Scream it, so we can hear your truths.” Memories surface, and flash inside my mind, of what I had done, of the sickness that had first infected me then, and hasn’t left me since, but instead hides and waits to rise once more.

“I don’t...”

Crack. Bash’s hand swings back and slaps my face hard, forcing my head to swing to the side, the skin instantly feeling like it’s on fire, and a cut opens on the inside of my lip with his brutal treatment. “ Say it. Don’t try to lie to us. We can smell the truth. ”

“Oh, broken dolly, I hope you keep quiet. I want to hurt you some more, and taste your terror.” One of Wren’s fingers finds its way to my asshole, and he plunges it inside deeply, followed by another, the sensation of being filled once again in both holes overwhelming all my senses.

“ Teeth, yes, we can use our teeth, just as we use our cock. We’ll tear her apart one hole at a time, “ Wren sings, as he pulls out and slams back inside of my cunt, as I fight for some sort of leverage on the desk.

“Thomas!” I shout. “Cecelia’s brother!” The dam breaks inside of me, all my strong walls crumbling like dust at the utterance of his name, and the image of him that appears in my mind’s eye.

A name I swore would never leave my lips again, and a face I buried deeply, so I would never have to look at it in this lifetime, but the Carnevil Twins have ripped it out of me.

Two cannibal serial killers have eaten away at my resolve, and murdered the person I thought I was before today.

Lethal, both of them, ready and willing to tear me apart for their own amusement, and I walked right into this trap, a willing victim.

There’s no going back now, no protecting myself.

They’ve laid waste to everything, my heart, my mind, my soul, and worst of all, my secrets. It all belongs to them now.

“Continue, little toy, we’re waiting.”

My lips tremble, but I force the words through them, even though it feels like my mouth is filled with shards of glass.

“I was eighteen, and Thomas was seventeen. Cecelia was only twelve. She used to cry all the time, and flinched whenever he entered a room. At first, I didn’t think anything of it, and attributed it to siblings who didn’t get along.

Her eyes held nothing but fear when she looked at him, even though she tried to pretend otherwise.

There were moments when I couldn’t deny my suspicions.

Their behavior was too odd for just sibling rivalry.

Then there were the locked doors, and bruises visible in places she couldn’t have hurt herself, but she never said anything.

She lost her spark, and became so withdrawn that nothing seemed to make her happy, and she gave up all the things she had loved to do.

She became sullen, withdrawn, and quiet.

The change in her was dramatic, but her parents were too busy to ever notice.

Plus, he was their golden child, and could do no wrong in their eyes. ”

Bash doesn’t utter a word, his eyes focused on me, urging me on, and Wren is silent for once, stilling inside of me, until I can still feel his presence stretching me, but he remains frozen, lost to my words.

The room narrows to the size of my voice, and I force the next words out through gritted teeth.

“I walked in on them once. He must have forgotten to lock the door in his eagerness. She was so still, so tiny, just lying there with tears pouring down her small face, and his hand covering her mouth, as he raped her.” I shake, the jacket tightening around me, like it knows what I’m finally admitting.

I force myself to swallow the sour bile that rises at the back of my throat.

“I didn’t tell anyone. I... I couldn’t .

No one would believe me. Their father was a judge, and their mother was the beloved mayor.

My father was a coward who had never stood for anything in his life, and my mother was the town drunk.

They would have called me a liar, and it would have made it worse for Cecelia. I... I couldn’t bear that.”

“So what did you do?” Bash questions, his voice like glass embedding itself deep in my heart, cutting me open until all of me bleeds out.

I close my eyes and take a shuddering breath, the scene replaying horrifically over in my mind.

I could still smell his nauseating sweat, and her fear permeating the room.

The way the dim lamp light casts shadows across the light gray walls.

Her terrified green eyes, when they met mine, were filled with shame and fear, begging me to save her.

The way he scrambled off of her, and tried to intimidate me with his larger size.

How her small body scrunched into the fetal position, as she sobbed in desperation, shame, and pain.

“I got violent with him, hitting and punching him, but he didn’t even seem to feel it.

I tried to stab him with a fragment of broken glass from a vase I threw at him, but he just pushed me away, as if I were nothing but a weak, annoying fly he could swat at.

I told him I’d tell everyone, I said I’d go to the press, that I’d put it everywhere on the internet, and ruin his parents’ careers, ruin all their lives.

That he would be exposed, and shunned as a pedophile, and his dreams of playing pro ball would be dust. He didn’t believe my threats, and he wasn’t intimidated at first. He tried to hurt her again. ”

My lips press together in a tight line, unsure if I want to divulge any more of what I’ve kept locked deep inside of myself, but at Bash’s encouraging expression, I decide there is no point in holding anything back.

I’ve already damned myself with my actions in this room.

“I sent anonymous emails to his parents, hinting at what a monster he was, until they refused to leave him alone with Cecelia, and a nanny was hired, but still they allowed him to continue living there. I contacted child protective services anonymously, and told them what was happening with Cecelia, and they removed her from the home for a few months, but then they brought her back into that pit of snakes. I claimed secretly to be the girl he raped, on the town forums, and on social media with fake profiles. I got him kicked off the football team permanently, and our school expelled him, ruining his chances of graduating, but still, I had to do more to hurt him. So I contacted university scouts, and told them he was a rapist, so no school would ever touch him. Even with all that, it wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t broken yet, not fully like her.

I turned all his friends and teammates against him, and made girls leery of being alone with him.

He was shunned everywhere he went, and dived deeper and deeper into depression and rage. ”

A deep breath leaves me, and with it, I feel some of the weight that I’ve carried all this time lifting.

“I used sex to bribe an older man, one that I knew had ties to a motorcycle club, to run him off the road one day when he was on the way home from a party. Thomas hit a tree and totaled the car, and the guy made sure that Thomas reeked of alcohol, and that heroin was found in his system, and in the car, so he appeared under the influence. The police had no choice but to charge him with a DUI, and reckless driving, tarnishing his golden boy image, but that wasn’t enough for me.

I needed to do more. I needed to destroy everything that he valued, just like he had done to Cecelia.

He actually ended up getting hooked on the heroin, and I made sure he always had a steady supply, using my body as a weapon with the local drug dealers, to destroy him. ”

A tear slides down the corner of my eye, as all the memories of my desperate moves roll through me.

I was a child myself, not knowing how best to protect my cousin from a predator.

I did everything I could think of, short of killing him, and even then, if I’m honest with myself, I wanted to.

It all became a sick need inside of me; the more destruction I caused, the more I craved.

“I got my new motorcycle friends to vandalize Thomas’ parents’ house, and spray paint the word ‘rapist’ in large letters on the very front, so everyone in their prestigious neighborhood could see.

Their neighbors all shunned them, and demanded that they leave their gated community.

His mother lost her job, as her colleagues in the mayor’s office called for her resignation, until the suspicion surrounding her son was cleared up.

His father was next on my target list. He refused to see the demon his son was, so I planted evidence that he was cheating on his wife with young escorts, and released them to the media, ripping their family apart.

I did everything I could to make him feel like the world was closing in, and he had nowhere safe to run and hide.

It was how Cecelia felt, how she had lived with her lack of innocence, thanks to him. ”

Wren’s voice slithers forward, almost reverent, and his hand slides tenderly along the jacket’s back, grasping onto my confined arms and squeezing, as if he’s willing me some of his strength through his touch. “And?”

“I made sure the next hit of drugs the dealer sold him was so strong that it caused him hallucinations. He went on a rampage, and destroyed everything in his parents’ house.

He slit his wrists, and hanged himself in the garage, when everyone was away.

They found the smell before they found him, due to the heat. ”

Thick silence fills the room, so dense that it’s choking me.

My next words crack in my throat. “And the worst part? I was there, egging him on in person, feeding into his delusions, and telling him the only thing that would stop the pain, and being an embarrassment to his family, was if he died. I was morbidly happy, watching him self-destruct to the point of complete devastation. I ... I was the one who hung the rope from the rafters in the garage, and left the knife for him. I was glad he died. I... I wanted him to... suffer. I wanted him to feel the misery and pain he had put her through. I was almost jealous that I didn’t get to do it myself.

I watched him hang there, his face turning purple, and his eyes bulging.

There was a moment when he must have realized what he did, and tried to undo it, but he couldn’t.

It was too late. His eyes met mine, and pleaded with me to save him, but instead, I just stood there in the doorway and watched him take his last ragged breath.

I stepped forward, grabbing the bloody knife.

I wanted to stab him, to carve him open and rip out his heart, like he did to her, but I had to stop myself.

I needed it to be categorized as a suicide.

I couldn’t bear to be away from Cecelia for good.

I couldn’t risk being taken to jail for murder.

I wanted... no, I needed his face to rot, to know he was under the ground once and for all, where he couldn’t hurt her anymore.

I hadn’t thought it all through properly.

I left him hanging there, and when Cecilia and her mother returned, she was the one who found him.

I never intended for that to happen. I… I didn’t want to add to her trauma, but I failed her. ”

My voice is shot, and all that’s left is just my breath, and tears now.

Th ey know now, they know what a dark, disgusting monster lives inside of me.

The one who thoroughly enjoyed his pain and misery.

The one that is just like them. “And I never told Cecelia what I had done. I never told anyone, until now .”

I wait for their judgment, or acceptance, with bated breath. Everything in me is terrified that they won’t want me anymore, not because I’m tarnished, just like they are, but perhaps because I’m not enough, but Bash only leans closer, his lips brushing my temple. “There she is, my little toy. ”

Wren breathes out a delighted hum behind me, and begins moving again inside my cunt. “Pretty little killer, hiding in a doctor’s coat.”

Bash touches my face, like he’s holding something holy and precious to him. “You don’t have to run from it anymore. You’re free now, little toy.”

“I can’t breathe,” I whimper as Wren picks up speed again, barreling into my body, seeking his own satisfaction. Bash brushes his thumb over my cheek, wiping away a tear.

“You can, for the first time. You belong to us now. Nothing but us can hurt you now.”

“Bash, can we fuck her ass now together? The voices are telling me to take my turn in that hole, but I don’t want you to be mad,” Wren grunts as he fills my pussy with his cum, and leans his body over me, crushing me to the desktop, and his teeth find my neck, biting down and making me scream.

“Of course, brother, we’ll fuck all her holes together. She belongs to us now.” Bash gets up and moves behind me, joining Wren, and I release a pent-up breath, feeling lighter than I have in years. It’s as if the weight of the sins I’ve carried, for so long, have been wiped clean, and I am reborn.

I don’t know what I am anymore, but I know what they see when they look at me now. One of them, and God help me… I want to be.