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Beach Duel
The battle was not going well. We had been down in the sand, up again, gurgling and spitting saltwater in the surf and we were both getting tired. I had wounded Davis, first a small cut on his forehead then a good stab under his right arm which slowed him down a bit but then he rammed his blade in my side, setting my insides on fire. He twisted the blade and I had to let out a clenched teeth groan as I struggled against the pain.
A good fist to his mouth stunned him and knocked him off guard just long enough for him to pull his blade back in defense and giving me the adrenaline rush I needed.
Thrusting my blade to the hilt in his unprotected gut I staggered back and waited. He grunted and bent over with the pain. Standing up straight, he looked me in the eyes and grabbed at the handle of my knife and pulled.
Stopping with a sudden change of expression on his face, Davis grabbed at theknife blade in a vain effort to stanch the sudden eruption of blood from around the knife blade.
Holding the blade he looked up into my face again with the unmistakable look of one who knlws that he is about to die. Not saying anything, Davis watched me with his knife ready to strike out at me if I moved toward him. He was standing firm and tall but his shoulders started to hunch over slowly but very definately. His determined and defiant glare turned to a more inquisitive stare as he watched me intently. At the same time the color began to drain from his reddened face and a pallor from his impending death became more pronounced.
Weaving around on his feet, Davis was almost at the end of his final struggle. I waited even though I was starting to weaken from my own wound.
"Time to end this" I said, startling him with my sudden declaration.
Grabbing the handle of my knife, still part way in his bleeding gut, I shoved it in again, slamming the hilt into the open wound and slicing his fingers that tightened defensively around the blade.
At last I yanked the blade away and was rewarded with a thick gush of thick, dark blood that emerged from the hole. His weakened body stiffened, his mouth opened with a silent scream and he toppled over, face first in the sand at my feet.
Bending down over his prone body. Grabbed his hair with my left hand, pulling his head upward and partly lifting his body up from the sand. One final slash of my blace across his throat, a short gurgling sound and a brief gush of fresh blood later and the battle was finally over.
Now to get my wounds taken care of...
Rowboat Kill - Put yourself in this story...
More exciting than you could ever have imagined. Having lured George out to the secluded lake for a "fishing" weekend, then getting him out in the boat with the porn mags you shared laughs and jokes about the pics then suggested that he join you skinny dipping. George obligingly peeled of his teeshirt and then his shorts. Sure enough, he had a hard cock hiding there and didn't seem to be too embarrassed to let you see it. You offered him your own stiff member for a blowjob, which he surprisingly took, without question.
Now he was starting to get fidgety, nervous, acting like something was suddenly wrong. Your balls ached, needing to be satisfied, he was perfect but now changing his mind. HELL NO!
The look on his face was priceless as you rammed your knife into his gut. Nowhere to go but into the lake, he tried desperately to fight but you soon had him. He lay there panting as you stroked his quivering body. spreading his blood around on him and on you. Using your bloody hand you stroked his cock hard and firm then sucked him off. His blood was delicious his cum sweet. As he reached orgasm, his fitful breathing stopped.
Finally jacking off with his blood all over your own hand, cock and balls, you realize that something really does transfer from the dying to their killer. Slowly, you pull the knife from his beautiful body, wiping the blood on your arms, legs chest and yes, your cock and balls again. With some sadness you let him slip over the edge of the boat to disappear under the dark surface. You lay for a long time in the late afternoon sun savoring the sensation of the drying blood tightening on your skin, the relaxing sound of the birds and crickets. You love it all. You realize that you have today become a vampire.
Parting of the Ways
Expecting to have a night of passion and sweet companionship, Joel began to strip off his uniform a little at a time, teasing him to arousal and a playful romp of fantasy play.
"I'm being transferred out."
The announcement came with the weight of an M1 Abrams tank. Joel stood there in stunned disbelief.
"When?" He finally managed to ask.
"Tomorrow." Scot was almost in tears. "Orders came in this morning. I leave at 0900 tomorrow."
"I'll put in for a transfer too." Joel suggested.
"You know that won't happen." Scott answered. "You've got two years to go and I have another year and a half. By that time, - Who knows?"
"No! I can't do that. I won't be seperated from you." Joel was desperate. "I won't let that happen."
"We don't have a choice, Joel. I have orders and you are locked in here for another six months and then they will ship you off to wherever the hell they want you - just like they are doing to me."
Joel snuggled up tight to Scot's firm, smooth chest. He savored the manly scent of his lover, listened to the softly beating heart inside that manly chest and felt the loving fingers caressing his closely cropped hair.
"If I can't be with you then I don't want to live at all." Joel announced. "I want to die. Right now. Get your knife, that beauty that we play with. Use it. Right here." He pointed to the spot under his left pec. "Run it in here and up into my heart. We have played it so much, this time do it for real."
"Are you sure?" Scot asked. "I don't want to lose you. What will I do?"
"You will find someone soon. Look at you! Any guy would die to have you." Joel urged.
"But I don't want someone else." Scot countered.
"Lets do it." Joel pleaded, groping at Scot's bulging basket. "Let me have you one last time."
Scott gave in to the lure of a hot roll in the hay with his special lover and soon they were having their last time together in the narrow bunk hidden in the back room of the storehouse.
Getting dressed again, they headed outside and under the camo tarp behind the buildings.
"Here." Joel said, handing the curved fantasy dagger to Scott. "Just let me die in your arms."
Scott took the long bladed weapon in his hand. "Joel, I love you."
"I'll always lov- Uh!" His answer forever cut short as the cold blade sliced it's way through skin muscle heart and lungs. Joel turned to look one last time at his devoted lover. Their lips met in one final passionate kiss that was interrupted with a short cough. Blood ran down Joel's quivering jaw as Scott kissed his dying lover's forehead just as Joel collapsed in his arms.
Gently lowering his life's partner to the ground, Scot slid the blade out of his lover's still heart. Looking intently at the blood that coated the blade, now warm with heat from Joel's lifeless body, tears welled up in his eyes and dripped onto the bloody blade.
Taking one deep breath, Scot turned the knife around, held the point against his own sobbing chest and pulled with all the might he could muster.
The sound of steel scraping on bone and a sharp gasp of pain, followed by the dull thud as his body fell beside his lover on the hard dirt floor. Joel and Scott, now together forever, left all of their troubles behind.
Stomach Stab
Will stood defiantly staring into Jack's steely blue eyes.
"I said get the fuck out of my face!" Jack snarled as he turned to leave the room. Will grabbed Jack's arm and turned him around to face him again. Holding onto his arms he kept pushing him backwards.
"I don't want to get out of your face. I like being in your face. Anything to piss you off. I love to piss you off." Will kept walking toward Jack, getting his nose within an inch of his. "Are you pissed? Are you pissed yet?"
"Stop it Dammit! Get the fuck out of my face. I'll kill you! Get back now!"
"Oh, scare me! You kill ME? You fairy assed, big mouthed prick. Kill me? Fuck, you couldn't even touch me." Will leaned into Jack's sweaty red face until his nose touched Jack's nose. "You're nothing but a big mouth. All talk and no..."
Will's tirade stopped abruptly. The look of confusion on his face said all that needed to be told. No more taunting, no more screaming. The bravado stopped as the searing pain erupted deep within Will's gut as the blade tore through his stomach.
Gasping one quick gulp of air, Will fought for the realization of reality to set in.
"He stabbed me!"
Frozen in place, Will felt the powerful wrenching spasm building inside him as his tortured gut tried to expel the deadly invader in his body.
"You bastard! You.... Eeeeaaaaagghh!"
Unable to hold it back, Will shuddered as his body convulsed and the bloody contents of his stomach poured out and the blade, still deep inside his gut savagely carved it's way through his organs as he violently heaved.
"You fuckin' prick! You stabbed me!" He grabbed at the handle of the knife as he slowly dropped to his knees.
"Call 911. Help me you asshole!"
"You just don't have a clue, do you?" Jack snarled. "I'll help you."
Jack grabbed the knife and ripped it out with a quick yank.
"Yeahhhh!" Will screamed. "I'll kill you for this, asshole. Help me!"
"I'll help you..." Jack said, grabbing Will's thick mop of hair and moving around behind him. Placing his knees behind Will's back he pulled his head back exposing Will's throat.
"I'll help you to shut the fuck up!"
With one hard slash across the exposed throat, Jack cut all the way to Will's spine. Will started a scream that ended in a hideous gurgle and a crimson gusher. His eyes flashed wide and his mouth opened to finish the scream that was now drowning in blood. His hands reached for his throat but they went limp with the rest of his body, falling uselessly to his sides.
Throwing the shock of hair forward, Jack tossed the limp body forward to fall in the pool of blood on the hardwood floor at his feet.
"All talk and no action? - - Not this time."
Night Kill
I awoke last night as Neilus crawled out of the tent. Not all that unusual a thing, I just assumed he was going out to relieve himself or perhaps to get some water. I did think he was gone for a little longer than usual but I fell asleep, unconcerned. This morning I woke to the clatter of armor as some of the men began to gather up their things before the march back to the barracks.
Neilus was not on his mat and I had not felt him crawl past me before the sounds outside woke me up. Now I was a little concerned.
Gathering my things together, I reported to my superiors that I was going to see where he went and with their grinning permission, I set off. I knew what the grins were about because they knew that we were in love. We spent all the time we could together, including sharing our tent.
I walked over the small hill where most guys chose to relieve themselves but other than the ones there at the moment, squatting over the soft sand, Neilus was not to be found.
I needed to refill my water jug so I headed toward the stream. Stepping over the low ridge, I spotted Neilus.
One Night Stand
Expecting a quick one-nighter while away from home on business, Leo invited Edward back to his hotel room for a couple of beers and some fun. Only after getting groggy from the single beer did he realize he has been drugged.
Waking up tied to the bed and stripped to his underwear, Leo found himself trying to focus on the blurry figure standing at the foot of the bed. Edward was stripped to his underwear too, as far as he could tell in the dim light and was watching him as he slowly regained his senses.
"What happened? What did you do to me?" Leo asked. "You drugged me."
"Yes I did." Edward admitted. "By the way, that's one sweet ass you have there. Nice and tight even when you were out cold."
"You fucked me while I was out? You bastard! How could you do that to me?"
"Easy there stud. You lured me up here so we could have some fun, so - I had some fun." Edward held up a small blister pack and rattled the pills inside. "A couple of these in your beer and zap! You're all mine."
Feeling the soreness from his encounter with Edward's fat cock he began to get anxious about being tied up with this unpredictable stranger in his bedroom.
"Ok, you had your fun. How about you untie me and give me a turn at your ass?" Leo asked, hoping to at least get free of his bonds.
"Oh I still have plans for you." Edward said, tossing the packet of pills aside. "I see that cock of yours is getting hungry for action."
"What do you think? You got your jollies, it's my turn now." He tugged at the ropes but was unable to pull free.
"Never played any kind of bondage before?" Edward asked, sitting down on the bed. "It can be a big turn on."
Edward began rubbing and massaging Leo's boxer clad crotch, gently stroking the hidden treasure inside the confines of the snug cloth.
"Ooooh. That's better." Leo cooed as his cock strained against is shorts. "This could be fun after all." Leo started to relax as Edward drew him into the idea of the whole vulnerability of being completely at the mercy of his captor.
Edward stopped his tease.
"Whoa! Don't stop now." Leo breathed softly, trying to not ruin the mood.
"You know what really turns me on with this whole bondage thing?" Edward asked, getting up from the bed.
"What's that?" Leo asked as Edward walked to the chair where he had piled his clothes. Moving his clothes he revealed something long and black laying across the chair. Picking up the dark stick he held one end and slowly slid the scabbard away revealing a long curved katana.
Leo's eyes locked on the long, shiny blade as Edward moved it through the air, slicing hacking and stabbing an imaginary opponent with beautifully practiced moves.
"Imagine how my foe will feel having my sword rammed through his gut! One swift thrust and the end of his life is just moments away." He paused. "I see this is a turn-on to you too." he said, taking his sword and gently tapping Leo's straining cock still inside his underwear. "I thought you might like this part."
Feeling a little afraid but very excited and horny, Leo watched Edward's performance. Edward paused to watch the straining cock in Leo's shorts.
"Here, See if this helps." He said, slipping off his own briefs and tossing them aside.
For several minutes Edward danced around the bed, swinging his sword, thrusting and slashing through the air while Leo watched, more intently than he had ever watched anyone before. Fascinated with the fluid movement of his playful captor along with the progressively erect cock that bounced between his thighs at first but soon stood tall, proud and rigid, he began to relax and enjoy the show.
"I love this." Leo said as he gyrated his hips with the rhythmic moves of Edward's deadly and seductive dance. "This is fantastic!"
"It gets better."Edward answered. His skin was beginning to glisten with sweat in the dim lamp light. "I'm almost there. Do you like a good blowjob?"
"Doesn't everybody?" Leo answered, his cock responding by increasing it's strain against the confining underwear. "This makes the whole drugged out thing worth it. I just wish you had said something to me about it first."
"Would you have let me if I did?" Edward asked.
"Probably not." Leo admitted.
"Sometimes the surprise makes the whole thing so much better." He was still dancing around the room with his long sword and stiff cock slicing through the air with erotic precision. "I have another thing planned for you that I doubt you would agree to if I ask you ahead of time but it will be the most fantastic thing you have ever felt in your entire life."
"It had better be pretty soon or else I am going to cum in my shorts without you!" Leo answered, also starting to break out in a sweat with the powerful stimulation and anticipation he was feeling.
"Don't worry, my friend." Edward said, moving to the foot of the bed. "This show has a killer finish!"
Without warning, Edward stopped, pointing the blade at Leo's muscular abs. Taking careful aim at the deep, sexy furrow between the mounds of muscle on his well defined abdomen. Leo shuddered with anticipation as the sharp blade gently touched his skin.
"Ooohh! God that's HOT!" Leo moaned as the thrill and delight rippled through his body.
"That's just the start of it." Edward answered. Placing his knee on the bed between Leo's splayed legs, he leaned in toward Leo's helpless body and with a single gliding thrust, pushed the blade through skin, muscle and intestine as it cut a path upward toward Leo's violently pounding heart.
"Aaaaaghhh!"
Leo's body tensed. His muscles tightened as he strained against the ropes that held his hands and feet and he shuddered as the razor sharp blade carved it's way through his body. Edward quickly moved to the side of the bed pulled Leo's underwear down allowing his stiff cock to spring up, free at last.
Taking the rock hard shaft in his hand he guided it between his waiting lips.
Leo shuddered with pain as the heavy blade pressed against his wound and moved as the bed rocked under the weight and movement of Edward's body climbing on the mattress but Leo's cock responded immediately to the attention. In seconds the wave of energy that emanated from deep inside Leo's loins was building to a tremendous climax. Leo shuddered with both fear and anticipation as he neared the inevitable eruption.
"Yeaaaaaaaa - Uhhh -Ungh!"
Leo's body contorted with uncontrollable spasms as his muscles wrenched his body first backward, arching his back up off the mattress and thrusting his cum shooting cock deep into Edward's waiting throat. Next, the spasm turned to a contraction, yanking the shooting cock from Edward's mouth and slamming Leo's back onto the mattress and wrenching the sword through flesh and ripping the wound wide as Edward barely escaped having the razor sharp blade come down on the back of his neck.
Standing back, Edward watched as Leo's contorting body jerked and heaved on the bed, the long blade cutting through his body with every move, his still stiff cock still erupting with a geyser of semen that sprinkled the bed with pearlescent droplets of seed that stood out in stark contrast on the dark blue sheets.
In a few minutes it was all over and Leo lay unmoving on the bed. No muscle twitched or reacted in any way as Edward pulled the slender blade from the gaping hole in his gut. The soft flesh, now glistening with blood, his erect penis began to slowly wilt and gently lay down in the bloody stream and the straining muscles on his arms, legs, chest and abdomen unknotted and relaxed until the handsome corpse looked like he was sleeping peacefully - except for the blood and that gaping hole in his gut.
"Thanks for everything." Edward whispered as he passionately kissed the silent lips for the last time...
Escape or Die
It had been several months since his capture and imprisonment. He had met the twins at a bar and thought a quick one-nighter with the handsome blond twosome would be fun. First he rode with them to a motel where they gave him a wild and wonderful time. Insisting on having him stay for the night, they gave him some wine before bed which proved to be drugged and when he awoke he was here. Wherever "here" was.
Stripped naked and constantly used as a sex toy by the twin brothers who identified themselves as Cain and Abel, Rob had decided that death was the only way out. If it had to be his own death, then so be it. Rob had been given freedom to move around inside the building but had not been allowed to leave, or even see outside to even get an idea of where he might be.
Stripped naked and constantly used as a sex toy by the twin brothers who identified themselves as Cain and Abel, Rob had decided that death was the only way out. If it had to be his own death, then so be it. Rob had been given freedom to move around inside the building but had not been allowed to leave, or even see outside to even get an idea of where he might be.
Left alone for hours at a time, he was pretty much allowed to do as he pleased. There was a treadmill and a workout machine in a room with a huge mirror on one wall and a tanning booth against the other. There were video players, lots of movies - mostly gay porn flicks - and a wide variety of music files on his personal MP3 player.
No radio, no television, no clocks, no way to tell day from night.
He had free reign of 5 rooms but there were three rooms that were locked. Occasionally one of the twins would get up and go to one of the locked rooms and go inside briefly and return but he was not allowed to go near the open doors.
He had searched in vain for anything that could be used to escape. The walls were poured concrete, No windows. The doors were made of steel and although they were made to look like wood, they were heavy and unmoving if locked. The door to the outside opened up to a small entrance room, about 6 feet square and the twins never allowed the outer door to be open while the inner door was open. The inside door was opened by a key pad and the outer had a key lock and a deadbolt lock. He has figured out the keypad code a couple of months ago but without the key to the outside lock he was still locked in. All of his eating utensils were plastic and there were no metal spoons, forks or knives. Nothing to be used as a weapon or a tool to make an escape.
All the comforts of home, if home is a prison.
The routine was usually the same. From the regularity of it Rob had estimated the time of day but beyond that he was at a loss to be able to tell much. He would awaken, shower, fix himself some prepackaged food that could be microwaved or toasted for breakfast. Lunch was usually canned soup or a sandwich. He had a coffee maker but didn't use it often. After several hours he would hear the doors outside opening and soon the twins would come in with their hot evening meal.
The food was good, sometimes prepared by unknown persons, possibly the twins, sometimes restaurant food.
They would set the table and wait on him like royalty and sit down with him to enjoy the meal with him. There was always conversation. The topic usually started out with how Rob spent his day, what movies he watched or music he listened to, what he had to eat.
The twins had always been together at almost all times, seldom separated by more than a few feet they were leashed together by their mutual need for each other. They always seemed genuinely concerned for Rob and often came up with things he asked for whether it be a specific movie or some food or whatever they could do to make his imprisonment and slavery a little more tolerable. They seemed more worried about Rob's happiness and contentment and couldn't seem to understand that he could never be happy as long as he was a prisoner. When Rob tried to convince them that what they were doing was wrong, they just seemed to brush it aside and could not understand why he was not happy with being their personal love slave. - It was a privilege, after all...
They would always pour out glasses of wine and talk in soothing and gentle tones. Try to soothe and coddle him, telling him how much they loved him and wanted to protect him. Finally the conversations would end and the twins would begin to strip off their clothes and start stroking, rubbing and kissing Rob's naked body. Eventually they would take turns sodomizing him, often stroking him or performing oral sex on him. Eventually they would lay beside him for a time until one of them would get up, run into the shower, soon to be followed by the other, some hushed conversation and then they would quickly get dressed and leave.
They would always pour out glasses of wine and talk in soothing and gentle tones. Try to soothe and coddle him, telling him how much they loved him and wanted to protect him. Finally the conversations would end and the twins would begin to strip off their clothes and start stroking, rubbing and kissing Rob's naked body. Eventually they would take turns sodomizing him, often stroking him or performing oral sex on him. Eventually they would lay beside him for a time until one of them would get up, run into the shower, soon to be followed by the other, some hushed conversation and then they would quickly get dressed and leave.
Many times while the twins were showering their clothes would lay where they had dropped them but they almost never stayed in the shower together long enough to search through them or get anything done. Today was different. Today the twins went into the shower together. That hopefully meant that they would be gone for a while and as soon as Rob heard the water running, he bolted for the clothes and almost immediately found a set of keys. Bolting for the hallway he quickly tried the keys in the nearest door.
Inside he found a variety of furniture, table, chairs and some shelves.
Hurrying to the next room he found stacks of bedding, blankets, towels and soaps, toilet paper and a few rolls of paper towels. Hanging on a hook on the wall he found his clothes that he had worn the night he was captured, all nicely dry cleaned covered with protective plastic.
The third room had a variety of quick-fix foods, Soups and a few pots and pans. Ceramic and glass tableware and...
Jackpot!
In a box under some pots in the back he found a beautiful, gleaming, long bladed butcher knife!
Rob's heart started pounding. It was going to be now or never. Cain and Abel would be coming out of the shower in no time at all and he was going to have to strike when they did.
The sound of running water subsided. He heard the giggles and laughter that often accompanied the twins as they playfully poked and tickled each other just out of sight in the bathroom. The sound of bare feet padding on the tile floor let him know that the time had come.
Flattened against the wall by the door, Rob waited until the first of the twins stepped onto the room and immediately grabbed his captor around the neck and held the point of the blade against the underside of his jaw.
"Stop right there or he dies!" Rob yelled.
Cain's eyes narrowed as he stared at Rob. "What do you think you are going to do?" he asked. "You're locked in here and even if you kill us you'll never escape without the lock code. I won't tell you, Abel won't. We both know you'll go to the cops if you get out. You stay here and you live. Kill us and you die here alone."
"I'd just as soon die here after watching your corpses rot away on the floor." Rob growled. "Give me the combination, he lives and I let you go. You can run before the cops start looking for you. Otherwise he dies first then I come after you."
"Cain, give him the combination. He's going to kill me!" Abel whimpered.
"Shut up bitch!" Cain barked. "He's not killing anybody, He needs us alive to get out of here."
"I already told you," Rob snarled, "If you let me go, you can run first. I can't live this way and if I can't get free, I would rather die. I have nothing to lose but if I go, I'm taking you with me."
Pushing the knife upward the point pressed painfully into Abel's tender jaw releasing a trickle of blood that ran down the blade to Rob's hand.
"Auuuuggh!" Abel cried as he stretched upwards on his toes trying to get high enough to avoid the blade. "Cain! Help! He's gonna kill me!"
"Kill him!" Cain snarled. "You'll still have to go through me to get the hell out of here."
"As you wish." Rob answered. "Abel, this is from your brother."
"No! Ahhh! No!! Yeugggghh!"
Flattened against the wall by the door, Rob waited until the first of the twins stepped onto the room and immediately grabbed his captor around the neck and held the point of the blade against the underside of his jaw.
"Stop right there or he dies!" Rob yelled.
Cain's eyes narrowed as he stared at Rob. "What do you think you are going to do?" he asked. "You're locked in here and even if you kill us you'll never escape without the lock code. I won't tell you, Abel won't. We both know you'll go to the cops if you get out. You stay here and you live. Kill us and you die here alone."
"I'd just as soon die here after watching your corpses rot away on the floor." Rob growled. "Give me the combination, he lives and I let you go. You can run before the cops start looking for you. Otherwise he dies first then I come after you."
"Cain, give him the combination. He's going to kill me!" Abel whimpered.
"Shut up bitch!" Cain barked. "He's not killing anybody, He needs us alive to get out of here."
"I already told you," Rob snarled, "If you let me go, you can run first. I can't live this way and if I can't get free, I would rather die. I have nothing to lose but if I go, I'm taking you with me."
Pushing the knife upward the point pressed painfully into Abel's tender jaw releasing a trickle of blood that ran down the blade to Rob's hand.
"Auuuuggh!" Abel cried as he stretched upwards on his toes trying to get high enough to avoid the blade. "Cain! Help! He's gonna kill me!"
"Kill him!" Cain snarled. "You'll still have to go through me to get the hell out of here."
"As you wish." Rob answered. "Abel, this is from your brother."
"No! Ahhh! No!! Yeugggghh!"
Abel strained against the blade as it tore up through his jaw, sliced through his tongue and split the bone in the top of his mouth. He gasped a deep breath of air mixed with blood as the tip of the blade entered his brain, he shuddered, stiffened and went limp.
Yanking the blade from Abel's jaw, Abel jerked backward and fell like a rag doll on the floor. His eyes wide, mouth contorted with a grimace of pain and his back arched in a twisted death spasm with his right hand frozen in a futile grasp at his skewered chin.
Cain stood staring at his brother's contorted body as the reality of Abel's death began to sink in. He started to feel the sting of tears welling up from somewhere deep inside. His face began to heat up as the telltale flush of rage signaled that something was about to explode inside.
Yanking the blade from Abel's jaw, Abel jerked backward and fell like a rag doll on the floor. His eyes wide, mouth contorted with a grimace of pain and his back arched in a twisted death spasm with his right hand frozen in a futile grasp at his skewered chin.
Cain stood staring at his brother's contorted body as the reality of Abel's death began to sink in. He started to feel the sting of tears welling up from somewhere deep inside. His face began to heat up as the telltale flush of rage signaled that something was about to explode inside.
Cain turned his gaze toward Rob, his eyes narrowed, he took a quick, sharp breath and launched himself toward Rob, fully intent on ripping his throat wide open and tearing his heart out of his chest with his bare hands.
Rob was ready.
The plaintive whimper that escaped Cain's mouth was followed by the thud of his body falling to the floor and the involuntary grunt as the knife handle slammed against the floor and his body contorted with the pain of being impaled on the vicious blade. His pain didn't last long however and soon his final muscle twitches were all that remained of the life that was driven so abruptly from the last of the twins. A pool of dark red began spreading out as the blood in his heart drained out through the gaping hole in his chest.
Rob showered, washing the blood and stench of his captors away, got dressed and found the sets of keys that the twins were carrying. Punching in the keycode that unlocked the inner door he stood for a long time staring at the lock before finally turning the key and hearing the soft click of the lock sliding back. It was finally over.
Rob was ready.
The plaintive whimper that escaped Cain's mouth was followed by the thud of his body falling to the floor and the involuntary grunt as the knife handle slammed against the floor and his body contorted with the pain of being impaled on the vicious blade. His pain didn't last long however and soon his final muscle twitches were all that remained of the life that was driven so abruptly from the last of the twins. A pool of dark red began spreading out as the blood in his heart drained out through the gaping hole in his chest.
Rob showered, washing the blood and stench of his captors away, got dressed and found the sets of keys that the twins were carrying. Punching in the keycode that unlocked the inner door he stood for a long time staring at the lock before finally turning the key and hearing the soft click of the lock sliding back. It was finally over.
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