Souls Unfractured

Mae looked at her sister, then me. “Maddie? Are you ready?”

“I… I will not be coming,” Maddie informed. Mae’s eyebrows pulled down.

“Why not?” Lilah asked.

“I have decided against it.”

The kid, avoiding looking at me, said, “Maddie. I should very much like you to come. I… I would feel better with you all there.”

I saw Maddie’s shoulders stiffen. Before she could agree to go, I snapped, “She’s not fucking going!”

The kid stumbled back into Lilah’s chest.

“Do I need to get Styx?” Mae asked Maddie.

Maddie inhaled a quick breath. “No. Please. Just let me stay.” Maddie glanced back. “Just give me today and tonight.” Her attention snapped to the kid. “We shall go tomorrow.”

‘No!” I roared and lifted my blade to my chest, cutting the flesh over my heart.

“Please, leave,” Maddie begged her sisters. Then the door shut.

But all I could think was that she was going to church tomorrow. She was going to that fucking place.

He’s a fucking retard, Mary. I need to speak to Pastor Hughes… he has evil living within him… he has flames in his blood…

His voice was in my head. His hands were undoing his belt. My skin prickled and my cock hardened at the sound. My feet paced, then led me toward the cellar’s trapdoor.

She left because of you. Your evil blood chased her away, you retarded little cunt...

“No…” I hissed, palming my cock in my leathers. I dropped my blade to the wooden floor next to the cellar’s trapdoor.

“Flame, no…” Maddie’s quiet voice spoke from across the room. But I could already feel him standing behind me, his jeans pulled down. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and I could feel his blade running down my back.

“Flame, please. Do not do this. Not again. Do not take yourself back to that place. To the darkness.”

Lifting my head, I growled, “I am darkness. I am pain. I am motherfucking death.”

“No!” Maddie called, lurching forward as I kneeled down and ripped open my zipper.

A shout ripped from my throat as I felt his sharp blade slice down my spine. The flames. We’ll get the retard's flames out… I heard in my mind.

Reaching into my leathers, I pulled out my cock, stroking it in my hands.

A cry sounded before me, and when I looked up, Maddie’s hand was in front of her mouth and tears were pouring down her face. “Maddie…” I whispered, feeling my throat clog up at her green eyes filling with tears. I could feel her upset. I could fucking feel what I was doing to her.

But I couldn’t stop what had already started. I needed to get my leathers to the floor. He would get angry if my pants weren’t on the floor and he couldn’t take me. Because he always took me. Without fail.

Feeling him close in, I heard Maddie rush across the floor. I lifted my eyes, wanting her to stay, needing her to stay, to help block him out. But Maddie backed away toward the bathroom.

“Maddie… please…” I croaked as my hand reached for the blade on the floor and my hand worked my cock faster.

She shook her head, “I cannot… I cannot watch this again, Flame… I simply cannot…” She rushed into the bathroom and shut the door. Just as I hunched on the floor, he slammed inside me. And the pain came. In my mind the pain came, then on my body when the tip of my knife dragged across my thigh.

My hand pumped faster, as he slammed inside me, ripping my insides. I closed my eyes, hearing his voice with every thrust. “She left because of you.” Thrust. Pain. “She left and that cunt brother of yours screams because she’s gone.” Thrust. Pain. “Gone because she had a fucking evil retard as a son.” Thrust. Pain. “There’s poison and darkness in your corrupted soul.”

The blade dug further into my flesh as I heard his breathing change. His thrusts increased and I knew he was close. I stroked myself faster and faster, until with a slash of the steel on my skin and his low groan in my ear, I came on the floor. I trapped my roar of release behind gritted teeth. Then finally he let me go.

Dropping my blade, I fell to the floor, catching my breath. In the silence, I could hear my deep breathing. And I could see the blood and cum on the floor.

Then the nausea came. But it was worse this time, with the shame came embarrassment. I retched, turning my body just in time to get to the bucket on the floor beside the cellar door. And with every purge I kept my eyes on the door to the bathroom knowing Maddie was inside.