Page 55 of Dark Visions

He said nothing but obediently followed Deborah, who was already pulling out the man’s cock in the elevator. Lowering to her knees, she sucked him hard and then bit down, making him yell. His wife giggled and stroked Deborah’s face, brushing back her hair. Deborah willingly stood and captured the wife’s mouth, shoving her tongue into her mouth violently.

The apartment seemed non-descript. Plain furniture, plain rugs, plain everything. But like all couples with a penchant for their kind of sex, they had a secret room with all the play toys you could want or need. Christopher watched as Deborah stripped the couple and then stripped herself. She looked over her shoulder, and he slowly started to unbutton his own shirt, praying for time.

Chaining the woman to the fleece-lined cuffs hanging from the ceiling, she shoved three hard, cold silver balls roughly into her vagina, and the woman squirmed. Deborah reached for her nipples and twisted hard, slapping the woman across the face. Gagging her with a thin red scarf, she turned her attention to the man, cuffing him to a bed, his legs spread wide.

Deborah took delight in biting and slapping his rigid cock. Christopher knew it must be painful for the man, but his gagged mouth could only groan. She stood on the table and lifted her leg, still covered in the stiletto boot.

“Wait!” he screamed. She turned, anger and fire in her eyes. “I can’t do this. I can’t let you…”

“What the fuck are you talking about? This is what we do, Michael. I find them. I fuck them. I kill them, and you get to watch as I make them beg.”

The eyes of the man and woman went wide, their bodies flailing against the restraints.

“No. No, this isn’t what we do. It’s what you and my brother did.”

“Your brother?” her eyes narrowed.

“I’m Christopher, not Michael. I’m his twin.”

“His twin? What the fuck kind of game is this?” she sneered at him, anger filling her features. He nearly left the room but stared her down.

“I’m sorry. I have to stop you. I can’t let you…”

Move… move… move! Christopher, get out of there now!

“No, I have to make this right.”

“Who are you talking to? You will not stop me!”

She lifted her leg and slammed the heel into the chest of the now sobbing man. Christopher leapt forward, his pants and shoes still on, his chest bare. He shoved Deborah off the table and knelt beside the man, holding his hand over the now gushing blood. He heard footsteps outside and banging on the door, the heavy deadbolt holding tight.

Turning, he watched as Deborah slashed at the woman. The large butcher knife glinted with every movement of her arm.

“Stop! Deborah, stop!” he yelled.

Turning her anger toward him, her body covered in blood, she jumped onto the table and slashed at his chest and neck, blood squirting in all directions. The splintering of wood turned her attention for only a moment, and then through her deafening, sick laughter, Christopher heard his brother’s voice.

Stay with me, Christopher. It’s okay. I forgive you.

Sounds and sights assailed him. His vision blurred. He stared up at the blood-red ceiling. A gunshot sounded, and then another and another, and Deborah’s eyes went wide as she slumped forward.

Christopher’s body finally relaxed. It was done. She was dead.

“Christopher, stay with me,” said Adam.

“I-I’m sorry. I killed them. I killed…”

“We know, Christopher. You killed your brother’s wife and son. We know. It was an accident, Christopher.”

Christopher’s eyes grew wide, and then as if knowing how, he smiled and nodded. The knife had nicked several arteries. Blood was pumping too fast. Adam saw the damage, the pints of blood pouring quickly from his body. There were too many wounds. He would never get them all tied off.

“Let me go,” he pleaded, looking up at Adam. “Let me go. I want to be with my brother. I need to tell him… tell him I’m sorry… tell him…” The last breath of Christopher Krauss faded into the room as police and paramedics raced back and forth between the couple.

Deborah lay dead on the floor. Three gunshots fired expertly through her internal organs.

“Damn,” said Adam under his breath.

“He would have been brought up on manslaughter charges, Adam. You know that,” said Kane. “He knew that and wanted to go.”

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