*Cia's POV*
I jump at every creak or sound. My eyes are still adjusting to the dark, and combined with my paranoia and decreasing mental health, I'm wired too tightly. After too much build up, the door flies open and I scream.
"Relax, sissy. It's only your brother." I refocus my vision after being blinding by the light from the door. My eyes find 'brother' and I drop my jaw in shock. The holding room at Simon's. We were all lined for the bidders to inspect. A tall man with long, dark hair and the gory horror flick shirt. The frightened, baby faced blonde with the petite build. I shudder. It's him. His eyes that day freaked me out, I was so determined not to ebd up with him. Now here I am. He seems to recognize me too. "You should've been mine. If I had successfully bought you, you'd have been here and dead by now. My little Clairey Fairy would still be alive." Even in the dark I can see the rage in his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I-I had too. She was trying to kill me." He smiles.
"That's because she was an alpha female. She ruled the roost. She got anything she wanted, from anybody she desired it from. You got lucky. You obviously could never have handled her on a good day." He taunts. I smile against my better judgment. Without her henchmen Claire wasn't shit. I wish I could've recorded her death to send him as vengeance for those he's tortured.
"You're right. She always bragged about it while she'd hurt me. She'd brag about how she was the favorite child and how she was the only one who'd ever be anything. She called you, your father and Richard all her bitches. I could hear her moans in my cell as she fucked guards in the hallway."
"She never! You fucking liar. Father never picks over his babies. Claire would never cheat on us. She only used Richard for money."
"She cheated. Ask about Jameson. She cheated, and still Richard loved her. He could do do much better. I hope he finds a worthy woman now that Claire is eradicated from his life." I can't stop myself from rubbing it in.
"Jameson?" His face hardens. "She'd never. She-she knows how I hate him. Shut up. Shut up!" He holds his head and yells. I decide to comfort him as a show of submission, rethinking my earlier actions.
"I'm sorry. I just...I thought you should know. Da-daddy said I have to be a good sister or I'll be punished. I wanted to be honest with you, even though it hurts." His eyes soften. He's vulnerable in his affliction, easy to manipulate but hard to predict.
"It's ok. Family doesn't lie to family. It's our motto. We share everything." Yuck. Don't I know it. "Do you want a bath sister?" No. Most certainly not. Not if it requires you touching me. Freak. I think over my options slowly and I nod in compliance. The bathroom is a wonderland for those with bloodlust. Why, a body could kill with so many bathroom objects or encourage falls or drowning. The bathwater itself is a weapon. The toilet. I was nearly drowned by Claire in the toilet. "Words baby sis. You know what daddy says."
"Please." I say hesitantly. He takes my bottle and sucker across the room to the bathroom, leaving the door cracked. I hear the water run and the clinking of chains. My hair raises. He comes back for me, unchaining me from the wall and leaving my hands bound.
"You excited sissy?" He chirps and his eyes are spacey again.
"Y-yes." He bites me and I scream.
"Yes what sister?"
"Y-yes bubby."
"I was going to say brother Levi, but you nicknamed me. Claire never nicknamed me."
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Dirty Deeds (Part 2 of 'No Good Deed'
Horror*cover image is not mine* "Give yourself to me Casey. You wanted me before. You want me now. I could see it that day. The way you looked at me, your quickness to forgive my mistakes. We would've ended up together either way. Titus just made things...
