Page 20 of Sour (The Wellard Asylum #10)

Thunder rolled above and Erek ruptured into laughter.

I opened my eyes to see Ziggy standing there, confused and staring at the gun.

Erek wobbled as he laughed, nicking my throat with the knife.

“You fucking idiot!” He wheezed and coughed.

“Everyone knows there’s a safety trigger.

You can’t just aim and shoot!” He lifted the blade and waved it around in the air while insulting Ziggy further.

“You’re such a fucking idiot, boy! Can’t even shoot a gun properly—”

Ziggy clicked the safety as I rolled away and he shot Erek in the thigh.

My ears rang, and I clutched my skull, the sound of my heartbeat racing in my chest. I looked over at Erek, bleeding out on the kitchen floor.

His mouth was moving, his face bright and stained in his blood.

From the way the veins bulged from his fat neck, I knew he must’ve been yelling, but I heard nothing but that loud, piercing ring.

“Ziggy,” I mouthed. I didn’t hear my voice, even though I felt my lips moving. “Ziggy!” My hands trembled as I noticed some of Erek’s blood on my body. “Ziggy!” Just like that, all sound crashed into my ears and returned to normal. I cried out and fell over, covering my ears from the intensity.

“You fucking psycho!” Erek shouted up at Ziggy. “I’m going to kill you! I’m going to fucking kill you!”

Ziggy stepped over his father’s body and raised his arm, aiming the gun at the man’s chest. Erek’s face quivered in fear and his eyes widened.

He begged Ziggy to let him go, fumbling over his words and sobs, but Ziggy didn’t care.

He simply tilted his head and smiled. “Not if I kill you first.” And just like that, he fired again, the bullet landing in Erek’s chest.

What the fuck?

Erek fell onto his back and didn’t move.

I covered my mouth and cried into my hands, trembling at what I had just witnessed. “Oh my god,” I sobbed. “Is…is he—dead?” The trembled question whispered from my lips. I crawled onto my hands and knees and slowly inched closer.

Ziggy didn’t look at me. Instead, simply raised his foot and kicked Erek’s torso as he groaned faintly.

“Nope.” Ziggy crouched over his father’s body and brushed his hair back.

He sighed, then tapped the barrel of the gun against Erek’s face.

“Rise and shine, you fat bastard.” Erek groaned some more.

Ziggy slapped him, the sound making me jump.

“Yeah, there he is.” Erek opened his eyes and stared up at Ziggy in horror.

“You didn’t think I’d let you die so easily now, did you? ” He grinned.

“P–p–please,” Erek begged. “I’m s–s–sorry.”

Ziggy turned and looked at me over his shoulder. “He’s sorry,” he mocked. “Pathetic.” He shook his head and turned back to Erek. “Sorry is just a word. It means nothing and is as hollow as your weak little heart.” He pressed the tip of the gun barrel into the gunshot wound on Erek’s chest.

“Ahh, please! I am! I am!” my stepfather shouted as blood spat from his mouth.

Ziggy tsked. “You’re not sorry for what you did, or any of what you’ve done.

Not really.” He pressed harder, Erek’s wound squelching as blood began to pool around him.

“You’re just sorry you got caught. But I’m not.

” He pushed even harder. “I just wish I would’ve caught you sooner.

” Ziggy spat on his father’s face. “Pig.”

Ziggy looked around the kitchen, his eyes falling to the knife Erek had held to my throat. “Hey Skittles.” He looked back at me and motioned with his head. “Come join me.”

I shook my head.

Ziggy leaned close to Erek’s face. “You see that?” He pushed the gun into his cheek, forcing the man’s face to rotate in my direction. “She’s petrified of me.”

“Ziggy,” Erek pleaded.

My stepbrother swung his arm and whipped Erek’s bloodied face with the gun.

“She’s terrified of me because of you!” He hit him again and again, ignoring both our cries.

“You did this to her! You made her fear me! You think you’re a man?

Huh?” Ziggy finally stopped, huffing as he remained crouched over his father’s body.

Erek’s blood stained his face and dripped from the strands of his hair.

“Skittles.” Ziggy looked back at me, his blue eyes burning against the dark blood.

“Come here.” I shook my head again, shaking. “Come here!”

My body tensed. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to be here. “Ziggy,” I cried. “Please.” My stepbrother snapped his fingers and motioned for me to come closer. And like the weak person I was, I did.

I crawled into the kitchen on my hands and feet, nearly slipping on the pool of Erek’s blood.

Ziggy moved over and grabbed my arm, pulling my body closer as I slid through the pool.

His grip tightened and he raised me up, dropping me onto Erek’s lap.

The old man grunted, spitting out more blood as I landed on him.

“Take it out.”

I looked up at Ziggy through tears, confused. “What?”

Ziggy leaned closer and pointed to Erek’s pants with the gun. “Take his dick out. Now.” I didn’t move, terrified by what he was asking me to do. “Do it, Koven.” He waved the gun around at me. My body remained still. “Do it!”

“Okay!” I sobbed. “Okay.” While on my knees, I reached for Erek’s pants. My fingers trembled, and I unzipped them, reaching beneath to pull his dick out. It made me sick, feeling the soft, hairy chunk of tissue within my grasp. I nearly gagged, plopping it down, fully exposed.

Erek made all sorts of noises, begging us to stop, but Ziggy only smiled.

“Stop?” he teased. “Oh no, we’re just getting started.” He walked over and picked the kitchen knife up. “You think you can stick your dick in whatever you want, all because you’re a man?” My stepfather cried as Ziggy leaned in close and spoke to him. “A real man doesn’t rape his stepdaughter.”

“Ziggy,” I breathed. He locked eyes with me. “Please.” I hated what we were doing.

“Hold it nice and tight for me, Skittles.” He looked back at Erek.

“You think you’re untouchable because you have a badge and carry a gun.

Well, I don’t see your badge, and I got your gun now.

” He chuckled. “You always hated me, calling me a fuck up and a mistake, but the real mistake here is the one you made when you decided you could touch her. She’s mine.

Mine to touch, mine to fuck, and mine to protect.

Mine!” He pushed the tip of the blade into Erek’s cheek.

“No one touches her but me.” Ziggy motioned for me to hold Erek’s dick.

I reluctantly did so, watching as he shuffled closer and hovered the kitchen blade at the base of Erek’s shaft.

“Wait,” my stepfather cried. “P–please. Ziggy, wait! No! No!”

My stepbrother grinned. “We’ve both told you ‘no’ many times, but that never stopped you, did it? ‘No’ doesn’t exist here. You made that perfectly clear.” And just like that, Ziggy began to saw Erek’s dick off with the knife.

Blood spewed from Erek’s pelvis and sprayed across both mine and Ziggy’s face.

I coughed and gagged, absolutely disgusted by what he was doing.

But I was too frightened to move. So I sat there, holding the limp dick as Ziggy hacked away at it, the flesh squelching and making all sorts of sickening noises.

Erek tried to push us off, but he’d lost too much blood, weakened and still inebriated.

I had to shut my eyes, trying to block out the gruesome scene unfolding before me. By doing so, I had unintentionally gripped Erek’s shaft a bit too hard, nearly falling back as it ripped from his body.

Erek wailed, and I opened my eyes, realizing what I had done. My heart raced in such a panic, seeing the very thing that had haunted me for so long now lifeless and limp, firmly in my grasp. “Fuck!” I dropped the dick and fell back onto my ass. “What the fuck?” I shouted.

Ziggy picked Erek’s dick up and looked back at his father. “You’re really not a man now.” Erek made a few gurgling noises, and I listened as he exhaled the last of his life as his chest suddenly stopped moving.

Fuck!

“Oh my god.” I covered my mouth. “He’s dead. He’s fucking dead!”

Ziggy glanced at the dick in his hands and smiled. “Good.” His tongue extended, and he licked the bloodied shaft. I nearly vomited at the sight of him savoring the flavor. “Mmm. I can taste you on his skin still.” He licked it again. “So fucking delicious.”

I couldn’t take it any longer.

“Fuck this.” I tried to climb to my feet, slipping all over the bloody kitchen floor. Once I finally steadied my footing, I ran towards the front trailer door. As I reached for the doorknob, Ziggy locked it. My head raised and our eyes met.

“What do you think you’re doing, Skittles?

” he asked. I slowly backed away, stepping through the broken glass from the door as he shadowed me.

His head tilted, watching me as we moved back towards the kitchen.

“There’s no reason to be afraid anymore.

He’s gone.” He smiled, proud of the disturbing outcome.

My foot bumped Erek’s leg and I froze. “It’s over, Koven.

He can’t hurt you anymore.” Ziggy gently caressed my face.

“It’s just us now. You and me, Skittles. I’m going to make everything right.”

“Happy,” I sobbed. “You–you can’t. This is wrong. All of it. It’s sick.”

His brow furrowed as he wiped my tears. “Wrong? What he did to you was wrong…this!” He shook the dick in his hand.

“Is fucking wrong!” Ziggy moved swiftly, biting a mouthful of Erek’s dick off with his teeth.

“And what’s really sick is letting your flavor go to waste.

” He swallowed the bloody mouthful of Erek’s dick.