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“Sick? No, what’s sick is watching people like you use her, treating her like a fucking whore! It fucking infuriates me to think of how badly you’ve treated her.” I pierced my knife into his cheek, digging it through his flesh as he groaned. “How all you fuckers abused her, taking her for granted. Indigo is a fucking goddess and you have all tarnished her, turning her into this plaything to use as you see fit. Well, not anymore.”

Carter’s blood ran down his face and pooled on the floor. “S-she’d never forgive you. Indi l-loves me. And if you kill me, she’d never forgive you!”

It was humorous how highly he thought she felt of him.

“Actually, I think you might have your facts a little twisted. In fact, let me show you something, Carter.” He sobbed quietly as I reached my free hand back into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I opened my private folder and played the video of Indi masturbating on his bed. Her moans filled the room as he tried to look away. “No, look!” I forced his face with my knife as he reluctantly watched.

“You’re sick, Haze. A fucking psycho!”

“Am I?” I scrolled back through the folder and tapped the photos we took. “Because I’m pretty sure she’s just as sick as me. See?” I showed him every single photo, swiping through.

“You. You were the guy?” he asked.

“It’s always been me.” I tapped the video of Indi riding me, her moans returning as he watched in absolute horror, listening to her orgasm. “And I’m the only man who can make her come like this. The only one who knows what she wants. Indi and I are connected in a way you will never know.” I paused the video as a still photo of her face burned through the screen. “I’m the only one who can make her feel that fucking good.”

Carter trembled as I tucked the phone back into my pocket. “W-what’re you going to do to me?”

I sighed, standing as he remained between my legs. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to kill you, Carter. Not just for all the things you’ve done to my sister, but because you’re in my way. And once you’re gone, Indi will have no one left but me.”

Carter cried into the glass. “Please,” he sobbed. “You don’t have to do this. Please!”

I rolled my eyes as I stood up. “Shut up!” I kicked his ribs with my boot. He curled into himself and wheezed. He criedlike a fucking baby, ruining the moment. “I said shut up!” I kicked him again and again, slamming my boot into his ribs and chest. He began to cough and spit blood, struggling to remain conscious. “Oh, no you don’t.” I bent down and rolled him onto his back.

“Carter. Carter!” I slapped his face as his eyes rolled to me. “Yeah, there you are. I’m going to need you to be awake for this next part, frat boy.” Carter mumbled, unable to focus. “Hey!” I slapped his face as he jolted.

“Haze,” he breathed.

I grinned. “Yes, that’s right. Say my name, you filthy little frat boy. I want it to be the last thing you do.” I reached down, pulling his dick out, eager for this next part. “Say my fucking name, bitch!” My knife slid across the thin tissue of his dick as he screamed and cried. He was so loud, making my ears nearly ring. I hacked away at his penis, sawing it from his body, blood spewing in all directions. Carter made noises I had never heard, shouting and trying to stop me, but it was no use. He was too weak. And I was too sick.

“Haze! Please!” he begged with all his life.

I grinned as his blood hit my face and wrapped my hand around his shaft, pulling as hard as I could as it ripped from his pelvis. “That’s right, bitch. Say my name!”

Carter will never hurt you again, Indi.

I gently pushedIndi’s bedroom door open. She was sound asleep in her bed thanks to my edible. Kush sat up and ran to me, rubbing along my legs. He stopped and sniffed my pants, lickingCarter’s blood. “Yeah, things got a little messy tonight. But I brought you something, little man.” Kush meowed as I reached in the small bag I had, pulling out Carter’s bloodied, limp dick. “Who’s a hungry kitty?” Kush’s eyes dilated as he eagerly waited for me to toss him the treat. And I did. He smelled the bloodied dick, licking it, before really sinking his teeth in. I watched him and shook my head. “You eat that whole thing and I’ll give you all the weed you want, you little pothead.”

I stepped past Kush, leaving him in the hallway, and walked into Indi’s room, sitting in her chair across from the bed. I propped my feet up on the side of her bed and pulled a joint from my pocket, quickly lighting it. She didn’t budge as I watched her sleep, dressed in another one of my t-shirts, only this one was more of a muscle shirt, and it barely covered her breasts.

A nice little reward for me.

As I took a hit, I noticed Carter’s blood all over my hands. It made me smile. “Guess you’re single now, little sis.” I eyed her closely. My dick hardened, noticing her half eaten brownie on the nightstand. “Looks like I need to make a new batch.”

My free hand unbuckled my belt and carefully retrieved my dick. I held the joint in between my lips while I pulled the red thong from my jacket, now stained in some of Carter’s blood. It was the one I used to bind his hands, the same one Indi had left behind three years ago. I had kept it on me ever since, tucked safely into my jacket pocket. I raised the material to my face and inhaled deeply, remembering her scent. I then wrapped the thong around the base of my dick, tightly restricting myself with the makeshift cock ring. “I’m going to take my time tonight.” I pulled out my phone and began to stroke myself, staring at her half naked body while I smoked. “Listen to how good I make you feel.” I pressed play on the video and turned the volume up as Indi’s moans filled the room.

No more sharing. You’re mine, Indi.

NINE

INDI

The lightfrom my phone nearly burned my eyes as I stared back at it. It had been almost twenty-fours hours since I’d heard from Carter and that was not normal. Normally, he was blowing up my phone or posting all over social media, trying to get a rise out of me. But he’d been so uncharacteristically quiet. Too quiet.

Where are the fuck you?

I swiped through my app, hoping to see a new post or at least have something from him, and noticed an unread message. I sat up, tapping on the red bubble to see it wasn’t from Carter, but the mystery guy. The one in the mask. My stomach twisted and turned into knots. He had sent me a new video. My finger hovered over it, hesitating.

Just play it.And I did.

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