Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
We didn’t have a mother because he’d already killed her.
I shudder and say nothing, horrified by the mere fact that my body is touching his. Henry is as sick as he is repulsive.
“I don’t know why I have to do all the work in this family while you get to lay around like a damsel in distress. I’m doing all the heavy lifting, and you still got the nerve to let Heath get away with trying to destroy us. Both of you would be homeless and broke if it weren’t for me. How’d you think you got your inheritance? Dad would have never left you anything if he knew you were shelling out pussy to your own brother.”
Rage floods my veins like a rushing river, and my hands ball into fists. “You’re one to talk, Henry. At least Heath and I aren’t blood-related.”
“Semantics, my dear sister. Whores love cock, no matter who’s it is,” he says cavalierly.
I hate him. I hate him with every ounce of my being. He raped me and wants to pretend it didn’t ruin me, didn’t traumatize me beyond measure.
“You are even more delusional than I thought, Henry.”
“Oh, look, we’re here!”
The train screeches to a halt at the Coney Island stop. Fairgrounds? A spot our mother forbade us from visiting as children no matter how much we begged, citing general seediness and drunks to pacify our curiosity. Over the years, the excuses ranged from broken glass on the beaches to malfunctioning rides. Dad called it a haven for drug addicts and homeless people. It was Heath who assured me Coney Island was a fun place with rides next to the ocean, a boardwalk, and even an aquarium. He’d gone multiple times as a kid. What the hell does Henry want with this place? The park is closed at this hour. Maybe he wants to drown me on a beach far away from Wainscott Hollow. He’s killed everyone I’ve ever loved, and he’ll take me next.
He yanks me to standing and pulls me off the train. Shoves me from behind on the exit stairs, and I luckily grab the handrail to keep myself from falling on my face.
“I want you to fuck me on the beach, like you used to do for Heath back in the day. All romantic and shit. I know you whores go gaga for a romantic romp on the beach.”
Vomit and terror compete for space in the back of my throat. The station is completely deserted as is the dark street below. As we descend, my hope of a stranger intervening decreases. No one’s around, and if they are out at this hour, it’s because they’re not behaving either.
Underneath the elevated train, a few people mill about, but they’re down on their luck and not quite the type I’d hope would help out. Two homeless old men huddle by a barrel, warming their hands over a fire. A young girl on the corner in an impossibly short skirt lifts it to display her ass to the errant car driving by. An addict injects himself on the very last step and nods out, and keels over before we even reach him.
“This is going to be nice. A little sibling bonding time. I haven’t gotten my dick sucked in ages. Or even ass-fucked anyone since the last time you let me.”
Let him? I fought him tooth and nail every second.
Henry yanks my arms behind me and holds both my wrists together, then extracts and ejects a switchblade that gleams under the street light. “Don’t try to run or fight it cause I’ll slit your fucking throat in a heartbeat, you worthless cum dump. I’m going to take my time and enjoy this, and if you run, it’s curtains, bitch. No one will hear your screams out there by the ocean, and I plan on making you scream, beg for your life, and prove that you love me. You’re mine, Kat. Nothing’s gonna change that.”
I stop, lean over the curb of the sidewalk, and retch into the street, unloading what little I had to eat today and probably the pills Henry gave me crushed up in a drink.
“Oh, you’re gonna puke more when I shove my cock as far down your throat as I can. I cannot wait to make that sloppy ass jiggle like jello again. You’re such a nasty cow, it’s a wonder your brothers can even get hard for you. Those lard thighs and that meaty pussy, you’re fucking disgusting and lucky that I fuck you. Nobody wants to stick their dick in an ugly obese piggy, so you should beg me for it, Kat. You should thank me for making the time to share my cum with you.”
I gag, but nothing comes up this time. Terror runs through my nervous system like a live wire.