Page 91 of Demons & Damnation

But then again, would she want to be?

The smallest room appeared to be an office. With all four walls painted white, with a matching white desk, white computer, and a cream-coloured leather swivel chair, the room actually felt sickly more than anything.

Turning her attention to the next room, the master bedroom, their bedroom, Kyla found herself surprised to see it was as bland and uninteresting as a hotel room. Dark grey and burgundy colours stretched across the bed, a stark contrast to the magnolia walls.

Across one wall, to her left, sat a built in, sliding door wardrobe complete with floor to ceiling mirrors. She slid the doors open and looked for her prize—a wire coat hanger.

Sliding her mother’s purple wrap-around dress from it, she took the coat hanger and headed back downstairs, twirling it around in her hand.

When she stepped back into the living room, her eyes fell upon her mother. Anna-Rose looked nothing but dreadful. Sweat and tears had mangled together on her face, streaks showing in her foundation along with black lines of mascara. Whilst no more blood fell from her, the exhaustion of the physical torture had clearly taken its toll on her. For a brief second, Kyla debated keeping her alive in this very state for the next decade, just so she could feel all the mental pain too, but ultimately, she didn’t have the patience for that.

Turning her attention back to Tony, she stood in between his legs, trying to ignore the putrid smell of burning skin lingering around her. The flame had run its course in reverse and extinguished whilst she had been upstairs.

Tony’s eyes were red, bulging like golf balls, his cheeks wet with tears. Kyla smiled. Tapping the vines, she lowered him down so she could see his face, his groin level with her stomach. Ready with her weapon of choice, Tony’s lower half burned free of clothes, Kyla found herself once again staring at the dick she’d happily ridden for months.

Back then, she’d loved it, couldn’t get enough of it. He was well hung, a good eight inches with a thick girth to match. For a brief second, she had a fleeting moment of sympathy for her mother. After years of no sex to then be offered something like this, no wonder she’d given in.

But she had still more than crossed a line.

Kyla took a moment to rethink her plan. Her initial idea had been to lift his balls up out of the way, to get that sweet spot right underneath his scrotum, but the thought of touching his genitals now made her want to be sick.

“I’m not going to lie, Tony. I don’t particularly want to touch you there again so I’m afraid I’m having to adjust my initial plan. It unfortunately means you’ll suffer a bit more pain but what’s a tad more in the grand scheme of things, hmmm?”

Kyla held her hand over the edge of the coat hanger, where the shoulder of it curved around into the bottom rail. Picturing the curve elongating to a sharp tip, she couldn’t help but grin as she watched her thoughts coming to life right before her eyes.

Using the new tip of the coat hanger to start her hole, she stabbed straight through his ball sack and into his flesh. He jerked and jolted, the creaking of the vines telling her how much he strained against them. A mangled cry shouted from his throat but she paid little attention to it—it was nothing but background noise.

As screams from the girls echoed around the room, Anna-Rose stayed silent, staring straight ahead into nothingness.

Kyla, happy and lost to herself, started whistling as she worked a jagged hole through Tony’s flesh, not caring for the blood and bits of muscle she tore away.

The beautifully bone chilling sound of Twisted Nerve by Bernard Herrmann mixed with Tony’s gargled screams. Kyla held her coat hanger with both hands and pushed, hard. Like a boat gliding through a pond full of underwater reeds, it eased its way up inside his body by a good five inches. Hearing the fibres of his muscles shredding like meat being pulled from the bone, Kyla couldn’t help but grin. Blood gushed back at her, spilling out of him like a red river.

Tony’s eyes fluttered as a streak of blood trickled out from underneath the vine wrapped around his mouth.

“No, no, you don’t,” Kyla said, taking her left hand and slapping the inside of his thigh. “You’re staying awake for this.”

His eyes sprung wide open, an almost startled look crossing his features as the unexpected shot of adrenaline coursed through his body.

“No checking out until I say so. I’ve yet to show you your heartless cow. You can’t miss that.”

A shiver ran down Kyla’s spine, a feeling of unease settling in her stomach. When the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, she turned her head towards the window, frowning when she saw the blinds still turned. No one could see in. So why did she feel like she was being watched?

Shaking her head and ignoring it, she tilted Tony upright, so he had a full view of what she was about to do to Anna-Rose.

Keeping the vines around her mother’s neck, Kyla brought forth two new vines, using each one to curl around both of Anna-Rose’s wrists and stretch her arms out like Jesus on the cross.

“This is going to be something of an experiment. It’s theoretically possible but we’ll see how it goes.” Kyla looked over her shoulder at Tony. “Are you watching?” The ire burning through his eyes only made Kyla’s grin even bigger. “I love how much you hate me right now.” She shuffled to the side and smiled back at him. “I didn’t want to block your view.”

Rubbing her hands together, Kyla stood at her mother’s left side, hovering her left hand over Anna-Rose’s chest, around three inches above where her heart would be. Closing her eyes, Kyla put her everything into concentrating on this. This would be her piece de resistance.

Seconds later, Kyla could hear her mother’s heartbeat in her head, the erratic rhythm telling Kyla exactly what her eyes weren’t giving away. Imagining her palm as a magnet and Anna-Rose’s heart as a piece of metal, Kyla slowly inched her palm away from her mother’s chest.

Nothing happened for the first few seconds, then in her minds eye, she could see all of the veins and arteries stretching, bit by bit, to support the new position of her heart. When her heart came within millimetres of touching her ribcage, Kyla pictured a bone cutter in her mind, slicing through the sternum, freeing her ribs. Like a poacher’s trap in reverse, her ribcage flung open, tearing through her flesh, spraying blood, skin, and muscle all over the walls and floor.

Muffled screams from behind her alerted Kyla to the girls still being a good audience and not hiding from the scene unfolding in front of them.

Anna-Rose let out a moan, her eyes closing as her head lolled to one side. Kyla touched her forehead with her right index finger, flooding her nervous system with a shot of adrenaline. Anna-Rose jolted awake, sucking in a deep breath, her eyes wide and scanning in the room as she took in what was happening.

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