Page 7 of Wicked Games

“Best do as he says,” I say, nonchalantly.

She screams again, her mouth wide. Wilder shoves his cock down her throat. The woman thrashes about as he pumps in and out of her mouth. “Fuckin’ take this cock, bitch.” She gags around him, saliva and blood dripping down the side of her chin. He pulls back for a brief moment, only to slam back into her mouth. The smell of vomit hits my nose and I look away as she gags and chokes on my brother’s cock.

“Sure you don’t wanna piece of dis before I slit her throat?” He asks, and I wave him off.

Wilder pulls out of her mouth and the woman gasps for air. “You ain’t good enough ta choke on my dick as you die. I got me a better idea.”

I watch as he grabs her by her hair, roughly flipping her over onto her stomach. Wilder pulls at her shorts with his free hand, yanking them past her ass. He undoes the top button on his jeans and maneuvers them down enough to get his dick out. He spreads her cheeks, spitting on her tight back hole, and lines the head of his cock up.

“No,” she screams and tries to crawl away.

Fisting her hair, he pulls her back and slams into her. “Damn, woman. It’s so tight back ‘ere. Your husband never fucked your ass, did he?” Thrusting in and out of her, her cries and whimpering fill the air.

I stand back and watch my brother brutalize this woman, giving her every inch of him. “She feels so good, Ollie. You sure?”

“You know who I want.”

He shrugs and flicks open his straight razor. With a look of pure sadistic pleasure on his face, he pulls her hair, lifting her head and baring her neck. The razor glides across and Wilder roars as he comes inside her ass as her neck pours blood onto the dirt in front of her. He pulls out after a few moments and rises to his feet, tucking himself back into his pants.

“I’m gon' drag dis bitch back to the campsite. You find the kid.” Wilder grabs the woman’s feet and drags her behind him as he heads back.

I keep moving forward, heading in the direction of the waterfall. I hope my suspicion is right and this is where the boy ran to.

Chapter 6

Ollie

Ihum the intro to “Seek and Destroy” while I head toward the waterfall. The sound of the rushing water from this distance sounds like the roar of an animal. I hope I’m right and this is where the boy ran to hide. The girl seems to be quite fond of her brother, so I’ve decided to make his death as pain-free as I can. I don’t need my woman thinking I’m that much of a monster.

Well, I am. But that’s beside the point.

The flowing river and the drop-off come into view. I can make out the faint outline of a person. Not as tall as I am, but a male for sure. I step out and shout over the sound of the roaring waters. “Don’t do nothin’ stupid boy. I’ll make dis as quick and pain-free as I can.”

“Fuck you, you psycho.” The boy turns around and chucks a rock at me.

I hold my position. “I have a feelin’ your sister love you, and I ain’t about to brutalize you and have her hatin’ me forever.”

The boy laughs. “You think what… that she’ll fall in love with you? Fuck, you're just as stupid as you are crazy.”

I let the boy spew his words. I got thick skin and what he is saying is more than likely true. Ignoring the boy’s insults, I remain focused on the task at hand. I take a step closer, my eyes locked on him. “Listen, boy, I don’ expect you ta get it. But your sister is what my brother an I need, an I won’t let 'er lose sleep knowin’ 'er brother died apainful death.”

The boy scoffs, his defiance evident in his voice. “You think you can just waltz in here and play hero? You’re nothing but a sick, twisted monster.”

I can’t deny the truth in his words. I done terrible things, things that have earned me the title of a monster. But deep down, buried beneath the darkness, there’s a flicker of humanity that’s drawn to this girl.

As I approach him, the adrenaline courses through my veins. I’m prepared for any resistance he might put up, but I hope it won’t come to that. “Look, I don’ wanna hurt you. I promise ta make it painless.”

The boy narrows his eyes, studying me. His defiance wavers for a moment, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. “Did you kill my dad?”

I nod.

“What about my step-mom?”

I shake my head. “My brother did.”

“You expect me to trust you… to make it not hurt?” Tears in his eyes.

I understand his skepticism. Trust is a luxury I can’t afford, not after the atrocities I’ve committed throughout my life and tonight. But I have to try. “I know you don’ believe me, but I can promise you dis. I’ll treat her real good.”

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