Page 34 of Baked

“Oh, but I do.”

Right as I rushed him, Carter weaved and bolted to the other side of the room, barely escaping me. I swung the knife againand cut his forearm as he ran past and out of the bedroom. “Fuck!” he shouted, grabbing the bleeding wound.

I ran after him, barreling my body into his as I tackled him into the glass coffee table and it shattered beneath us. Carter groaned as he broke my fall, rolling as the glass cut his exposed limbs.

Time to suffer.

I realized I had dropped my knife during the fall and needed something else to use. Something bigger than the broken glass. Something I knew would hurt like hell. I looked around the room while he remained on the floor and noticed a hockey stick against the wall. It was propped up like some fucking display and looked to be worth something, signed by many players of a well known team. I nearly laughed at the sight of it.

Carter coughed, eyeing me, unable to stand. “You want it? Take it,” he groaned. “It’s worth a lot. Just take it! Please!” I picked the hockey stick up and walked back to him. He grabbed a large piece of glass and rolled onto his back as he swung it in my direction. I used the end of the hockey stick to whack it away and then whipped him across the face with it. I hit him again, so hard blood spewed from his mouth. Carter rolled onto his stomach and tried to crawl away, crying and bleeding.

Fucking weak ass bitch.

Just then, a wicked idea popped into my brain. “I don’t think so,” I teased. I bent down and dragged him back through the glass a few inches, the pieces shredding his chest and face as he cried out. Blood smeared along the floor as I pulled the red thong I always kept in my jacket pocket out and forcefully bound his arms behind his back. He tried to fight me, but it was useless. I gripped the top of his jeans and yanked his pants down, aggressively pinning his face down into the glass as he squirmed and cried out in terror while I slapped his bare ass hard.

“What’re you doing? No! Please, no, stop!”

“Shut up!” I grabbed a handful of his blonde hair and pulled as hard as I could as he sobbed. “I told you. You’ve been a bad boy. Now, it’s time for your punishment.”

As the words left my lips, I slammed his head down into the glass covered floor and slowly shoved the end of the hockey stick up his ass, rotating it as I thrusted it inside him. He screamed and wiggled, fighting me, but I was stronger. And my anger and hatred for this fucking prick fueled like steroids. He was going to suffer for everything he had ever done to Indi.

“Please!” he screamed. “Please, stop!”

“What’s wrong, frat boy? You don’t like it rough?” I rammed the hockey stick deeper, pulling it back before reentering him. “Is that why you beat up women? Huh? You don’t like feeling like a bitch!” I fucked his ass with the stick, listening to him cry and scream, begging me to stop. It made me feel so good knowing just how much I was hurting him, hearing him beg me to stop. “Not so tough now, are you?” I grinned and laughed while twisting it inside him. “That’s right. Take it! Feel what it’s like to be dominated by a real man, bitch!” I fucked him harder with the stick, my own dick coming alive as I moved faster and faster. It wasn’t until I saw blood covering the hockey stick that I reluctantly stopped. I pulled it out of him and roughly shoved my fingers inside. “Feel that? I’m inside you. Oh, you’re so lubed up now I could fuck you myself. But I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t fit up your tight ass.” I roughly fingered his ass for a moment before pulling back.

“Please,” he wheezed as I tossed the stick aside, noticing my knife. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because.” I grabbed the knife. “You hurt my sister.”

Carter fell silent. His head trembled as he turned to look back at me with tears in his eyes. “Haze?”

I pulled the mask from my face and grinned. “How’s it feel knowing you’ve been my bitch, Carter?” Tears rolled down hisface as he stared at me. “Want to go for round two?” I licked his blood from my fingers with a devious grin.

“No! Please!”

“Shhhh!” I leaned forward and pressed the tip of the knife into his cheek, my face inches from his.

“Please, Haze. Why are you doing this?” He sounded so pathetic.

I scoffed. “Are you really that dumb?”

Carter eyed me. “Look man, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay? I-I promise, I’ll never raise a hand to your sister again! I swear! Please!”

“Not good enough. Maybe I should just slip my mask back on and fuck you with the other end of the hockey stick. You know, thebiggerone. Switch between that and my own dick.”

“No, please!” I laughed. “Wait—the mask. You—” He looked at me and my smile faded. “You’re the stalker? The one who’s been creeping on Indi?”

I didn’t respond.

“I–I don’t understand. She said that guy—” It all clicked for him.

“See? Wasn’t that hard now, was it?”

Carter gagged. “Dude! She’s your sister!”

“Twin, actually. Our bond is much more complex and much darker than you could ever imagine.”

Carter scoffed. “That’s sick.”

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