“There!” She declares, holding the stump in her hand like a trophy. “I knew I could do it!”
She stands and walks to the second man. She parts his mouth and rams the severed dick down his throat.
“How do you like sucking cock?” she counters, then laughs hysterically as we watch him suffocate to death. “Do you like deep throat?”
I find myself joining in and laughing at the absurdity of the situation. These fuckers deserve it. If they can’t choke on each other’s cocks, they shouldn’t have made my sister choke on theirs. They’ve used Clemmie for too long. It’s their turn to be her toys. I questioned her motives for keeping pets before, but now I’m starting to see that there may have been subconscious reasonings behind it.
Have her acts been about taking back control all along?
I gesture at the corpses and ask, “How did you do it?”
Clemmie is clever, but she isn’t strong enough to overpower a group alone.
“I slipped tranquilizer into their drinks. I use it on my pets all the time,” she replies, walking over to be at my side. “What do we do now?”
An icy chill runs down my spine at the sight of her beautiful blood-flecked face. The red spattering looks like freckles. Clemmie slips her fingers through mine and stands on her tiptoes to kiss me. She smells divine, like roses.
“We have to go,” I say gruffly.
She looks down sadly at the guy with a cock in his mouth. “So soon?”
“Yes,” I growl.
“Fine,” she replies huffily, returning to the cockless man and plunging her knife into his neck to ensure his heart has stopped. “We can go now.”
I pass her my suit jacket to cover her underwear as she tucks her knife into her garter. The sight of her drowning in my clothes, coupled with my adrenaline, makes my cock harden. As tempting as it is to take her, we’ll have all the time in the world to fuck later.
She takes my hand, and we leave the basement. We climb the stairs to the first floor. As we reach the front door, I hear sirens approaching. Blue lights stream through the windows and fill the sky. The cars are hurtling down the drive toward us.
“August.” Clemmie squeezes my hand so tightly that her nails will leave small half-moon imprints on my skin. “What are the cops doing here?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
We have no time to escape.
There’s nowhere to hide.
“Clemmie.” I turn and take her face in my hands. “You need to let me take the blame for this.”
“But August...” Her bottom lip quivers. “We said forever.”
“We are forever, Clemmie,” I promise. “There’s no getting away from each other. We’re linked. Always. There’s no tearing us apart.”
“I can kill them, August,” she says. Her eyes fill with tears. “I’ll kill every last one of them.”
There are five cars.
We stand no chance.
“You need to say I did this,” I tell her firmly. “You’re traumatized. I forced you to do terrible things. Can you do that?”
“But—”
“No!” I interrupt as brakes squeal outside. Howling sirens are so loud that it’s hard to think straight. “Tell me you’ll do that.”
“I’ll wait for you, August.” She nods shakily. “We’re forever, August.”
“Forever, Clem.”