Page 34 of Traithorn

She sent us to jail and directly went to get a new pretty little boyfriend. Though he’s not very pretty. It makes my blood fucking boil.

Duct tape covers his mouth, his hands and legs tied behind his back with real rope in a special double knot that he won’t easily get out of.

“You know I want to,” I answer my twin, staring at her with mischief, a slow and crooked smirk tugs at the corner of my lips in anticipation.

Our gazes turn to Casper in the trunk simultaneously, and the terror shines through in his tear-streaked eyes. Fucking pathetic, if you ask me.

He shakes his head as I lean closer, trying to scoot deeper into the trunk of our car, but it’s futile. I tut.

It’s time to let our demons out to play, before finally claiming our little traitor once and for fucking all.

Celine approaches the car, forcing Casper out of it. He stumbles, falling to his knees, and cannot get up again, with the ropes keeping his legs tied together.

Celine groans. “Pathetic.”

The moon glints its silvery glow over the forest opening wherewe have parked our car.

Celine bends down and picks Casper up again, tears streaming down his cheeks like two waterfalls while he stares at us in shock, desperation, and fear. Good, he should be fucking scared.

Celine walks around him, her long nails trailing over his bare arms in the winter cold, which only makes his spine stiffen. We were born from the same womb, both equally as ruthless in our nature. She removes the duct tape covering his mouth. Even if he screams, this forest is far from civilization.

“No one will hear you if you scream,” I tell him precisely that, watching his eyes bulge.

“My colleagues will notice if I’m gone! Isolde will,” he spews out.

A dark chuckle rumbles through my chest as I cross my arms over my chest, tilting my head while observing him. It only seems to unnerve him. “Did you really think we would leave any loose ends?”

He sputters on his words.

“It was easy enough to fake a letter from you, writing goodbye and admitting that you were the one to kill all those people we left behind. That you are done with your shitty life. Everyone thinks you left—no one will come looking for you.”

“I-Isolde will!” he scrambles to stay, his body trembling.

“Who says we don’t have her as well?” Celine asks, those fingers trailing over Casper’s collarbone.

He winces.

“You can’t kill me! You’re supposed to kill her,” he spits out the words.

“Aww, didn’t you get the memo already? It’s you we will fucking kill,” Celine says.

“Did you really think you could trust us? Two convicted murderers?” I ask in mock amusement.

Casper is speechless, his lips parting, but no words come out.The pathetic waste of space should have thought twice before deciding to turn on Isolde. Even if she apparently turned on him first, which makes satisfaction bloom in my chest.

Good girl.

“B-but! You said you would help me take her down—just like you did her parents!” This time, his voice cracks, his entire body trembling like a leaf in the heavy wind. The biting chill makes his bare arms turn a deeper shade of red. Pure fear is palpable in his eyes.

“Run,” she whispers in his ear, that twisted smile stretching her lips again while inspecting her baseball bat.

He looks at me as if I will save him. When he sees the same dark intentions in my gaze, he scrambles backwards, fleeing for his pathetic life.

“Things are finally going our way,” I mutter.

Celine sashays her way forward, holding the bat she knocked him out with. “Let us play,” she says with a smirk.

Chapter 14

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