Things in the house grew less and less intense with every week that went by. Ethan, although not able to do majorly goring torturing, was able to start adjusting; Sean, even being completely against what Rylee was doing, filmed the horrific acts of violence, in trade for a place to live, safety for his daughter, and food for the both of them. Even Nico, the little girl, adjusted well. She was on clean up duty. The teens, of course, dealt with the bodies, but the girl’s job was to simply clean the blood up, dispose of any evidence, and keep her mouth shut. Rylee even began liking her—and her father.
After being in a house all by herself for so long, living with two males and a child was foreign to her. She could sense the boys in the house, and she felt misplaced, like there was a part of her missing. She couldn’t even describe how she felt aside from numb. All she knew is that she wanted one. A boy that is. Her body was screaming for her to take one. She didn’t understand it, considering she had been doing just fine before they arrived.
She almost thought it was evil, in a way, boys and how they make her feel. But she’s seen her parents on tapes, becoming intimate with each other while they tortured their victims. They acted like it was completely natural; who is Rylee to say it’s not? Of course… She witnessed her mother’s tape directly to her, why should she trust anything that woman did? Like killing people, for example. Was it wrong? Her parents seemed to say it was, and yet did it anyways. Why should she kill any more if she knew it was wrong? Other than—the fact it felt so good. She had total control in what was happening, she had all the power. She loved feeling like she was powerful. It allowed her to forget the fact that she was so alone for so long.
She and Ethan shared a bed, while Sean and Nico had to share a bed. The two girls shared a bed the first few days all four of them were living in the house, but the kid kicks, and Rylee didn’t want to murder her in her sleep. The other bedrooms in the house weren’t used for sleeping anymore. Rylee set it up to keep people for more than one night, to prolong their suffering. They hang by the hands in the middle of the room. So they had to sleep in the two downstairs bedrooms. Rylee liked to feel the body heat coming from Ethan, she has had to resist the temptations of both of the guys, she was always close to them, and she felt them; their vibes.
Lying in bed now, she couldn’t sleep. She heard only the breathing of Ethan. She could hear Sean snoring from across the house. She rolled over and whispered in Ethan’s ear, “Ethan, are you awake?”
“I am now.” He said groggily. She couldn’t resist her needs any longer.
“Ethan, I want you.” She said. His eyes immediately shot open and he looked at her to see if she was being serious. She leaned down and pressed her lips up against his. They kissed for a while, getting rougher, the more time that passed. It wasn’t enough for Rylee. She pushed him down on the bed with a hard thud, and climbed on top of him. She kissed his neck, and she bit his shoulder until he let out a groan. He reached his hands under her to pull his sweat pants off. She lifted her night gown up, and pulled her underwear down. Ethan grabbed her sides and rolled over so that she was on the mattress and he was pressing on top of her.
They slowly pulled the rest of their clothes off, and he inched himself inside her. He took her by surprise, and she let out a sudden moan. Her nails were digging in his back, and she struggled to arch closer to him. She wanted him deeper inside her. It wasn’t enough, nothing ever seemed like enough. She wanted it rougher; she grabbed the knife on the bed stand and cut her chest open to let him drink the blood off of her. She threw the knife down and tried to get closer and closer to him. She pulled her legs up higher so she could feel him inside her better.
“More, Ethan, please I need more.” She tried to say through moans, and gasps. He pressed harder inside her, her whole body about to explode. She grabbed his hand and pulled it against her neck, and bit his shoulder again. She felt the end coming, she couldn’t breathe because of Ethan’s hand around her throat, but she liked it. She felt the explosion, it was coming so fast. She tried to moan, but only gasps would come out. She made a new bite on Ethan’s neck biting down harder and harder. She couldn’t help it, it was like she lost all control of her body. Her muscles stagnant, her nails digging deeper and deeper into his skin. She could feel it under her nails as they began to drag towards the bottom of his back. Her whole body trembled, she shook. Then suddenly her back arched and she held the position until it was over. Until she felt nothing but numb.
She released Ethan from her teeth and nails, and he released her neck. They laid there on the bed, both gasping for air, and both bleeding. They didn’t care, they were tired, and fell fast asleep. Rylee loved the feeling she had just had. She may even love it more than she loves killing. She wasn’t sure how she felt about having sex with someone she met only weeks ago, and the fact that she was so young-- was it something her mom would’ve done? She just wanted to be like her mom the only role model she really had during her child hood.
Ethan enjoyed it too. He felt the blood on his back from Rylee’s nails, and the sting that came with it. It felt so good. He related the feeling he just had to killing. He had the same feeling when they killed people. Powerful. He had thought about sex since he hit puberty, and now he actually did it, It was way more than he had imagined. When he had always thought about it, it was sensual, romantic even. With Rylee though—it was amazing. He never even knew he liked the pain and the blood like that, but after she opened that door to him... He never wanted to come out of the fantasy that she had brought him into. And because of her, he thinks he’ll be a better killer.
The next morning, Ethan woke up alone in the bed. He got up and went out into the den and found Rylee sitting on the floor in front of the TV. She was watching a tape, “I don’t want you. I never wanted you, and right now, I just cannot deal with a screaming baby.” Rylee sobbed loudly as she watched. As he walked up to her, a creaking sound came from the floor. Rylee spun around quickly, “Oh, hey.” She said, wiping her face, “Sorry, I was just—uh—Watching a tape.”
Soon Sean awoke and spoke of making breakfast. He took note of Rylee’s chest, and the marks on Ethan’s neck, shoulders, chest, and shirtless back. “What happened to you, Ethan?” he asked.
“Oh, I just… One of the victims attacked me, you know how crazy they can be.” He said nervously.
“You know… You never were a good liar.” Sean stated.
“Well what I do is none of your business.” He responded. Sean stopped, and looked at him.
“What you do IS my business. You’re my little brother, and I have to watch over you! Especially now that we’re living here, and KILLING people. Don’t tell me what is and is not my business. If you’re having relations with Rylee, I don’t care. It’s not a big surprise with you guys sharing a bed. But I will be DAMNED if I let you lie to me.”
Ethan showed a look of surprise, and Rylee wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. She went up to the upstairs bedroom and let them deal it out. Their newest victim, a guy who Rylee had remembered since she was little, hung from the ceiling. His arms bound and his feet well off the ground. His brown hair matted with blood, his nearly naked body shivering from the cool air that was blowing on him from the fans placed near the windows in the room.
“Leave me alone!” Rylee screamed, “I don’t have anything for you! I barely have anything for me!”
The man kept his grip on her, “Nothing? Of course you don’t have nothing. You’re fine, you’ve got plenty. And I only want a little bit of it.” He had harassed her since she was little, looking for food to take back with her to the empty and lonely house. He took her away and did things to her that she didn’t quite understand. All she knew is that she did not like it at all. He lived on the streets, and he would take her back behind a dumpster where he slept every night.
He would undo her bibs, and undress her. He would offer company, food, and warmth, but she couldn’t be in dirty clothes. It was against his rules. He didn’t like girls who wore dirty clothes. He said that he could give her a warm feeling. Something that would last with her for the rest of her life.
He was over her. Her small, frail, naked body. He aligned himself and whispered to her, “This is going to hurt at first, but I promise it will get better.” This got Rylee’s heart racing, hurt? Her 6 year old mind tried to wrap around something that hurt and felt good at the same time, but her mind just shut down.
He thrusted hard into her, and she let out a small scream. She felt nothing but pain, and she wanted it to be over. He just kept pushing into her, harder and harder. The tears ran down Rylee’s face and she wanted to cry out in pain, but his hand was firmly around her tiny neck. She couldn’t breathe, and it scared her. Tears kept coming, hot down her cheeks. She didn’t like this, she didn’t like it at all. She wondered when it would start feeling good, and she hoped it was soon.
He took out a pocket knife and sliced her chest open. She tried to scream in pain.
The pain was unbearable, she wanted to die. She had never felt like that before. She’s been sad, and lonely before, but she has never felt like this. She thought she was about to, the pain was too much. She struggled, her arms and legs flailed trying to get away. This did not feel good, it did not feel good at all! When she was sure her life was over, he pulled out of her and pulled his pants up and walked away.
He just left her there. Cold, trembling, bleeding, and scared. She decided to take a different route every day to avoid him from then on. But after a few years, they ran into each other again.
“Let go of me! I’m 13 you sicko! Although, I know how you like the younger ones. You just can’t resist little girls, can you?” She glared at him. The anger rose, and he struck her across the face with his hand. Tears went down her face and she ran off to go back home.
She circled around the man, the tip of her knife running across his skin lightly. She pulled the knife down and punched him in the back, “Wake the fuck up” She yelled at him. He awoke suddenly.
“Ethan, Sean, get up here, now!” Rylee screamed.
“You… I know you.” He said to Rylee. Rylee made sure to wear only a v-neck t-shirt and shorts. The less clothes, the less blood that would get on her. This was the outfit she usually wore when killing or torturing the victims. Previous blood stains stared the man in the face.
“What—What are those from?” he asked her. Ethan and Sean both ran up the stairs, Sean held the camera.
“Turn it on.” Rylee told him. He pressed the button, and the red light expressed the camera’s life.
“What’s going on here? Why am I tied up?! What happened??” The man tried to remember what had happened before he woke up in the room, but his memory failed him.
“Ten years ago, you changed my life.” Rylee started. “You are the reason I am like this. You and my mother….or lack thereof. You pushed me down, cut my chest open, raped me, and left me to bleed alone in the dark. I was six. SIX YEARS OLD!” Rylee felt the anger arise inside her. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
She took the knife and pressed the tip against his skin. “Well now it’s time for revenge. I will enjoy this, just as much as you enjoyed making me suffer. THIS is for cutting me.” She thrusted the knife as hard as she could in his skin. “THIS is for raping me. And THIS is for leaving me alone!” with every new knife thrust, he screamed out in pain.
“and this…” She stabbed him again, “Is for RUINING MY LIFE!” She Pulled the knife hard down his abdomen until his internal organs fell to the floor. She handed the knife to Ethan, “do whatever you want with him, I’m done.” and she walked out of the room.
Ethan stared at the knife not really sure what to do but then he became angry, he did not like what the man did to Rylee and he pulled down what was left of the man’s pants. “Say goodbye to the family jewels.” He went in for it and the man’s eyes widened. “This is what happens when you touch and rape little girls.” Ethan brought his arm down and the package fell to the floor. The man stopped struggling and Ethan watched as the light faded from the man’s eyes. He then grabbed a grocery sack and picked up his prize. He would put them in the freezer for safe keeping. Maybe they could use them later for another one of their victims.