Tweedledee and Tweedledum shook their heads as Dolly offered them the knives again. Sick of their shit, I unsheathed my own blade and held it across both of their throats. Their bloodshot eyes landed on me. “The lady wasn’t giving you a choice.” I smiled a bloody smile. “She was insisting.” My smile disappeared. “Now get the fuck up.” Dolly clapped loudly from behind me. I used my blade to gently guide them to their feet. “Take the knives.” They looked at me, ready to refuse, but I pressed my blade harder against their throats. Panic on their faces, they grabbed the knives. I guided them backward. Suddenly, Dum broke away and lunged for Dolly. Before he could reach her, I sliced my blade through his side, and he bowled over in pain. The second of the twins, Dee, looked at me with shocked eyes. Shrugging, I awarded him the exact same injury. As he fell to the floor, I looked at Dolly. “Thought we had better make the fight even.”
She tapped her finger to her head. “Good thinking, Rabbit.”
Dolly turned to the lone man left at the table and the maid. “Get to your feet and come here.” They did. They stood around the twins on the floor. “Place your bets, people,” Dolly sang, circling the rapist and maid. “Who will win tonight? Will it be Tweedledee, the man who held Ellis down and fucked her while she cried? Or will it be Tweedledum, the man who slapped Ellis around the face as he pinned her down and robbed her of the place where babies grow?”
Dolly stopped at maid. “Place your bet. Tweedledum”—she pointed at one of the twins—“Or Tweedledee?”
The maid’s bottom lip quivered. “Tw-Tweedledee,” she whispered. Dolly nodded in acknowledgment. She turned to the man. “Tweedledee,” he echoed shakily.
Standing between the twins, she put her arms in the air. “Tweedledum will face the favorite, Tweedledee, in a death match. On my command, let battle commence!” She looked to me and smiled. “Ready, set . . . tick tock!” Dolly jumped aside, but neither of the twins moved. “Fight!” Dolly commanded, hands on her hips, but they stubbornly refused to move. She looked at me and sighed. “I suppose we will just have to do it ourselves.”
My cock throbbed as Dolly dropped to her knees behind Tweedledee and took hold of the hand holding his knife. Before he even had a chance to fight her off, Dolly guided the knife straight into the shoulder of Tweedledum. Dolly gasped. “The first strike goes to Tweedledee!” She looked over his shoulder at me, then asked, “Question is, will his opponent respond?”
“No!” Tweedledum shouted, holding his bleeding side. He tried to scurry away, but I held him by the hair and grabbed the hand holding his knife. I easily overpowered him, plunging his knife deep into his brother’s stomach. Both twins screamed, and Dolly laughed.
“You’re sick!” Tweedledum shouted.
“Yes!” Dolly replied excitedly. “The Sick Fux!”
Growing tired of these fuckers being alive, I drove the knife into Tweedledee’s heart. His eyes glanced up in shock, then slowly frosted with the glaze of imminent death.
“No!” Tweedledum shouted again as his brother slumped to the floor.
Dolly got to her feet and put her hands on her hips. “No fair!” She stuck out her bottom lip.
“Dolly,” I said, and she begrudgingly turned to me. I threw Tweedledum to the floor and pinned his wrists behind his head, leaving his stomach free. “Would I ever deprive you of anything so delicious, darlin’?”
Dolly scuffed her boot on the floor, but reluctantly shook her head. “No.”
“Now,” I said and nudged my head in the direction of Tweedledum’s stomach. “Wouldn’t you like to do to him what he did to Ellis? Wouldn’t little Ellis like that too?”
Dolly stared off, listening to the voice in her head, then she turned back to me and a slow grin sprouted on her lips. “Yes. We both agree we would.”
Dolly ran to Tweedledum’s feet and took out her knife. Tweedledum flailed around in my arms. “No!” he cried, trying to break free. “Get the fuck off!”
Dolly’s eyes clouded over. She sliced the back of her hand across his face. “Shut it!” she shouted and did it again. “You shut your mouth!”
Dolly lifted his shirt and slashed her knife across his stomach. But she didn’t stop. She did it again and again, and again. She scarred him like he had scarred her, but he got so much more. He got so many scars that his skin was no longer visible. Tweedledum slumped in my arms, and Dolly drew back, blade held in the air. She locked eyes with me. I could see the hunger in her gaze.
My cock twitched, and I knew her pussy would be flooding too.
Tossing the body to the floor, I stood up, turned on the remaining male guest and unsheathed my cane. “You lost the bet,” I said, before shooting the fucker in the head.