Suicide Sisters

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The thought of killing Leilani had come and gone through Zed's mind countless times, but this time it was different. This time, he had a reason beyond her being Ariel's sister. The weight of his hatred for both siblings pressed down on him like a leaden cloak, suffocating and inescapable.

Zed's emotions were a tempest, swirling with the ferocity of a storm, and the mere thought of mutilating Leilani's body until it was beyond recognition sent a thrill of excitement coursing through him. It was a twisted form of desire, one that made blood rush to his shaft—a dark testament to the depths of his obsession.

Zed had a history; a history steeped in violence and retribution. He had killed everyone who had ever seen, touched, or spoken about Kiya in a sexual way. Each and every last one of them had met their end at his hands, and he felt an insatiable certainty that Leilani would be no exception. In his mind, she was an interloper, a threat to the fragile world he had constructed around Kiya, a world he believed was meant only for them.

As he lay atop Kiya, a girl whose beauty was both a balm and a torment, Zed's lips curled into a pout. He peppered her face with gentle kisses, mumbled sweet nothings that echoed in the stillness of the room, and yet, beneath that tender façade, a darker intention simmered. Kiya lay slumped against the bed, her small frown a reflection of the emotional weight she bore. Zed's affection for her was genuine, yet his love was marred by the shadows of his past and the demons that haunted him.

"I'a kill that dumb ass girl. How you feel bout that? Still gon love me?" he murmured against her jawline, his grip tightening as he turned her face toward him. His eyes, dark and brooding, searched her closed ones for a flicker of understanding, a sign that she could accept the monstrous parts of him.

"Why you let her touch you? You mine" he pressed, the possessiveness in his voice tinged with desperation. He was aware that the situation had occurred a year before they had met, yet in his twisted logic, that mattered little. The past was an unhealed wound, and Leilani was the salt that threatened to exacerbate it.

Zed sighed, pressing his lips softly to her forehead, the gentleness of the gesture contrasting sharply with the violence that raged within him.

"Every girl that I ever slept with or had dealings with dead, Mami. Why you do me like this?" His words dripped with a mix of sorrow and anger, a plea for understanding that he knew would never come. Kiya was a fragile flower caught in the storm of his turbulent emotions, and he longed to protect her, to shield her from the darkness that threatened to engulf him.

"I love you so much, Phat. You perfect fa me. Ima make it so it's only just me and you. I promise." His voice was earnest, a vow steeped in the kind of intensity that could only come from a man who had danced with the devil.

He climbed out of bed, covering her with the sheets, adjusting her position as he noticed the dried tears on her cheeks. The sight of her vulnerability stirred something deep within him—a mix of desire and protectiveness that was as intoxicating as it was dangerous.

"You look pretty when you cry" he murmured, leaning down to kiss her lips once more, a bittersweet reminder of the love that tethered him to her even as the shadows of his past loomed large. "I'a see you later, Phat. I love you."

As he left the room, Zed's mind was a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. He loved Kiya, but love, in his case, was a double-edged sword. It was a love that demanded loyalty, that sought to eliminate any threat, no matter how distant. The thought of Leilani lingered in his mind, a specter that refused to fade. He envisioned her life snuffed out, her screams echoing in the void he had created, a cacophony that would drown out the whispers of his conscience.

Yet, within the recesses of his mind, a flicker of doubt began to take root. Was he truly willing to sacrifice everything to make himself feel better? The line between love and obsession blurred, and Zed found himself standing at the precipice of a decision that could alter the course of Kiya's life forever.

In the end, Zed was a man driven by his passions, both dark and light. He was a paradox, a living embodiment of the struggle between love and hate. As he walked away from Kiya, he understood that the path he chose would not only define his fate but would also determine the fate of those around him. In the shadows, Leilani waited, unaware of the storm that brewed within him, a storm that could either consume him or set him free.

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Hey fireflies: get ready ! The end is slowly approaching