Page 88 of Nocturnal Sins

Samira’s wedding gown swished against the cold ground as we made our way to the very last room down the narrow hall. I produced two keys and opened one lock after the other. I turned to Sammie and smiled, “You ready, baby?”

“So fucking ready. My aim is immaculate at this point,” she bragged. She wasn’t lying though. She’d been shooting every day for more than a year and she’d already shot someone with perfect aim.

The door to the dungeon swung open and Dom groaned and whimpered as pale light poured in, slicing through the blackness. Outside, the moon was high in the sky and that meant it was time to sin. Time to carry out dark sinister acts that would make normal people vomit.

“P—Please,” Dom sputtered. The gleam from his food and water bowls caught my eye in the corner.

“Aw shit, Dom. Nobody gave you food and water today?” I clicked my tongue and walked over to the stainless steel bowls, kicking them with the tip of my shoe. They were dry as bones.

I decided not to kill Dom the night I found Pop. Once he told me how he killed my mother and plotted against my father then decided he would take Sammie and do as he pleased with her, I figured instant death was too kind for him. I decided to keep him alive…barely.

We all took turns torturing Dom whenever we were frustrated or whenever we thought about how fucked up it was that he killed Mom and Pop. Sometimes he got food and water, sometimes he didn’t.

Sometimes I came in and cut off a couple of his fingers or toes…sometimes I didn’t. Right then it was me and Sammie’s turn to have fun and celebrate. I pulled a wicked sharp knife from my back pocket and flicked it open. I placed the cool metal in Sammie’s palm and smiled at her.

“Do your worst, Princess.” Dom groaned on the floor. His frail body rolled from one side to the other and he clutched his head with all four of his fingers. Dark patches of old blood spotted the concrete floor and I stepped on each one until I reached him like a twisted game of hopscotch.

Samira knelt on the cold floor with a gorgeous dark glint in her olive eyes. It was like looking at a thunderstorm on the horizon. She was scary as fuck but I couldn’t look away.

Dom was only clothed in soiled underwear and an undershirt. The stench coming from him was enough to make anyone hold their breath until their lungs burned. Whenever the smell got to be too much, I tossed some bleach and water in the dungeon and sprayed down the floor and walls. I hadn’t cleaned in there in weeks though and it was rank. Sammie seemed not to be affected by it at all as she yanked his yellow stained underwear down.

I winced when she snatched his dick and balls out like they weren’t attached to his body. Dom howled at her rough and jerky motions. “I’ve had a long time to think about this, uncle Dom. You killed my mother and my father and you fucking stalked me. You wanted to fuck me and make me scream…remember?”

“I—I’m sorry, Sam.” Dom’s voice was unrecognizable and so was his face. It was a miracle that he could speak at all given all the teeth he’d lost and how many times his jaw had been broken. Shit, it was a miracle he was alive period.

“That’s nice, uncle Dom but I’ve fantasized so long about cutting your fucking dick off. You’re not going to ruin it for me.” Without another word, Sammie pushed the tip of the knife through Dom’s dick and jerked it to the right slicing his shit clean off his body.

I cringed and shook the disgust from my head as Dom’s high-pitched shrieks filled the closed in concrete room. Red stained Sammie’s wedding dress and I thought she’d be pissed but she looked down at it like it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Holy shit, Samira…” I coughed out a laugh as the thick metallic scent of blood and feces rolled through the air. Dom was still howling and writhing in pain while he bled out.

“I’m done,” she smiled with bloody hands. Dom’s cock and balls lay beside his head shriveling with each passing second. “Your turn, Santana.”

“I can’t really follow that up so I guess I’ll just end the show…finally.” I looked at Dom’s face contorted in agony for a few more minutes because every second he suffered was a second setting the scales back in balance for our family.

It was time he died though.

Mom and Pop were long gone and it was time for Sammie and me to start a new life and a new family. It was time to close a beautiful but painful chapter in our lives. I closed that chapter with a single bullet to Dom’s head.

The shot was loud but thankfully Dom’s screams stopped abruptly. My ears were still ringing when Sammie launched into my arms and pressed her lips against mine. We were a little off our rockers but that was only when the moon came out and the sky turned dark. Once the sun was back out, everything went back to normal.

Every morning our nocturnal sins were washed away and we had the chance to start over and every day we chose the darkest path. It was hewn from obsidian and ash and it wasn’t for anyone else.

It was our journey and we’d walk it alone.

Us against the world, forever.

The end.