Tag, Your It!

Chapter 11

WARNING.

This chapter contains content that may disturb readers. Its a four letter word that begins with R and ends with E

Two weeks

"You were never meant to exist"

My mothers words keep repeating over and over in my head. I have somehow manage to consume my twin sister in my mothers womb. But she wasn't really gone. She was the shadow. The darkness. The evil. The voices. The whispers of murder.

And I let her in. Now I am to be sacrificed to the wolves of the house. I am their prey and they are the predator.

Somehow I have managed to switch bodies. I have a total of fourteen days to escape. A total of fourteen day before I am hunted and kill.

What am I even sacrificing myself for?

I scramble to a corner of my head when something nocks on the door. I have yet to figure who's house this belongs too.

The door open and the voice walks inside closing it behind it. I moves to my side quickly startling me.

"You are still so beautifull beth," it say.

I look up at the voice. It smiles and sits besides me. It reaches for my face but I pull away afraid.

"Are you afraid of me now?" It chuckles.

It reaches for me and i move with ease as it lifts me onto its lap. I feel trapped. It moves my hair from my face and it just stairs at me.

Far too long it stairs.

"Did your mother explain why you are her," it says.

I nod.

"Are you curious as to why am here," another nod

It smiles satisfied

"I'm christine's half brother," it says " I was adopted into the family at nine. My family was in a car accident and I had now where to go."

It sighs. "We've been planning this for a while. Christine had to befriend you and I."

It lifts my chin so I am looking into its eyes

"I just had to be there."

My lips are quivering. I am shaking. My body feels light and heavy at the same time. I feel so dense.

Its hands cups my face and its lips are against mine. Its scents is everywhere. Like nature. It smells like spring mixed with autume. It smell like lust. It deepens the kiss further and I strain against its strong hold. I push but it is futile. I cry but it is looked passed.

"You feel the same but so different," it breathes "you taste even better."

I am disgusted. I am disgusted. I am disgusted.

Its hands travels along the seams of my pants. I feel my pulse quickens.

"Please let go of me," my voice that is not my voice is hoarse.

It laughs. The voice laughs in my face.

"Are you begging me now beth,"

I am being pushed against the bed its frame above mine.

"Elizabeth come on you know better than to beg,"

I am searching for word. I want to scream but I cannot. My throat has been clogged. My hands are lifeless. My clothes are ripped from my body that is not mine.

I am not myself.

The voice is on me. It is everywhere. Sloppy kisses trails everywhere. Pleads that are unheard. My pants are tucked free. Hands travel without permission. It enters without asking. It grunts in pleasure and I cry in pain. It kisses and enters and leaves my body that is not mine. It repeats. I am a shell for its pleasure.

I am not myself.

I am disgusted.

I am not myself.

"Jeff please"