Page 13 of Sweet SIN Slaughterhouse

The fuck?

Looking at the top right corner of the screen, it shows the date in small white text.

Last night.

The redhead then tilts her face toward the camera, like she knows it's there and grins.

This bitch.

It’s that pest’s sister! From my kill tunnel!

“Abi, baby, you feel so fucking good.” Red’s focus returns to her partner, sliding her fingers up her slender body. She squeezes her nipples then arches her back.

My face is turning red, I feel it burning up.

Rage is steadily beginning to brew in my loins.

Then, Red’s partner tilts her head, I am still only able to see the back of it, as she raises Red’s leg, and starts peppering her inner thigh with kisses.

Red’s partner has bright white hair, this isn’t making sense. And as Red sits up, she brings her hand forward and begins to play with her partner’s clit.

The same clit I was sucking in my front entrance only hours ago.

I want to scream. I want to flip this fucking table then hang the traitor in my bed from her hair, killing her slowly while she’s in the most excruciating pain. I want to embarrass her, put the whore on display, carve it into her forehead while shaming her publicly before she slowly fades away.

Red. Fire. Blood. Venom.

That's all I feel. That's all I see.

She’s fucking dead!

Taking deep breaths in, I try to calm myself from being impulsive and reactionary. It’s something I have been working on my entire fucking life. My babies sense something is off, they get closer to my legs, protective with the little hairs on their backs standing.

They know. And they are pissed.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your piece too,” I reassure them quietly while squeezing their chain leashes tightly in my hands.

Standing up, I quickly rewind the tape, turn thevolume up to max, and press play once more. Leaving the video on the television, I swallow my hurt as my lip quivers.

This is why I don’t love. It hurts too fucking much.

A single tear escapes my hold, trailing down my face to my lips. I don’t lick it, I let it stay living in the pain of heartache.

“Come on, babies, Mama needs her mama right now.”

Letting the leashes go,Jack and Sally make themselves at home as I shriek, “Mommy!” In the front entrance.

Heavy footsteps are first to make their way toward me. My body collapses to the floor. Lying on my side, I allow my emotions to rise to the surface. Tears fall from my eyes and a puddle of pain forms before me on the floor and pools against my cheek.

“Sid. What have I told you? Pigs outside,” Dad gruffs in annoyance. “Jack, Sally, come out. Out.” I hear the back door open, hoofs trotting followed by the door closing.

Whimpers escape me followed by a loud, uncontrollable sob. “Daddy. I need Mom. Where’s my Mommy?”

Soft, hurried steps rush toward me. Kneeling down, mom’s soft hand cups my face, “Hey, baby girl, talk to me. What happened?” Her voice is concerned, I never let them see me like this, if I can help it. Vulnerability makes me uncomfortable.

Tripping over my words, I stumble, uttering, “Ay…” My lungs fill and I scream, “She’s evil!” I can’t seem to get a coherent sentence out. “Traitor! Mommy, she’s a fucking traitor.”

Dad panics,“Sid. Speak. What the fuck happened?”

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