Familiar Pain Blaze x Verse

[Blazefighter]

"Clara!" The loud voice echoed down the hall with a drunken slur before the thunder of his footsteps followed. "Where are you hiding Clara?" His tone was almost taunting as he opened one door to find an empty room. His mounting anger becoming more noticeable as he continued to ramble; "Stupid fucking bitch, if you don't come here right now I swear to God I'll-" He stopped upon opening his third door to find the young girl huddled against her wall, her blanket clutched desperately to her chest as if it might protect her. "There you are." The sickening smile on his face as he drew closer sent a chill down her spine. Her lips parted, perhaps to beg, but no sound escaped as her mounting panic took hold. It wasn't until his outstretched hand grabbed a fistful of her long blonde hair that everything went dark.

Mirabella sat up with a yell, sweat coating her skin in a sheen as she trembled. It had been months since she had had a nightmare like that, more akin to a memory. Her father hadn't started mistaking her for their mother until she had turned sixteen when she really grew into the resemblance of the woman who left when she was just seven. With a deep breath she lifted her hands to her face, willing herself to calm down, she was safe now.

Memories of her father always brought along thoughts of her brother, she had taken majority of the beatings but she wasn't able to shield him from everything, and eventually she stopped all together when she slipped out in the dead of night. She had done so with the plan that she would get help, run to the police and beg on her knees if she had needed to but no one would believe her. In the light of day their father was seen as a wonderful man who raised two children on his own and still was able to hold a job. Her appearance at the police station had been met with sneers, they had tried insinuating that she had instead gotten into a fight with a boyfriend and wanted to pin it on her father.

That was when she truly left, with nothing on her at all except the clothes on her back and the shoes on her feet Mirabella fled Yareli. The intention had been to find work and save up enough money to rescue her brother but somewhere along the lines…well, she had never forgotten about him and it wasn't fair to say she didn't care about him but if she returned she would have to face her father again and that was something she couldn't stomach.

The light chime of her phone made her squeak in alarm, her hands dropping to her chest to try and calm her racing heart before she exhaled sharply and snatched the phone from her bedside table. "You have got to be shitting me." Mirabella rubbed her eyes, reading the email again, and again, and again.

Attached below is your solo assignment, hotel fees and food will all be covered during your stay. This assignment will be used in your evaluation to see if you are the right fit for our company. Check in time for the hotel is 3 pm, your first interview is scheduled at 5 pm. Don't miss it.

~ Laura Rhodes

Mirabella opened up the file attached to the email before laughing, laughing because it was the only thing she could do to keep from chucking her phone across the room. She had worked for shady businesses as she grew up, it wasn't until she had turned 25 that anyone had been willing to give her a chance with a real job. That was all it took for the door to be opened to the large publication company she had found herself at now at 29, and her first solo assignment was a list of companies she was to interview, in Yareli. With a deep breath she climbed out of bed, noting that it was 9 am and the drive to Yareli would take about five hours. The city itself wasn't an issue, it was large enough that she was able to reassure herself that there would be no familiar faces for her to run into.

By 9:30 am Mira was on the road, her music kept as a low background noise while she drove. A heavy weight in her stomach as she drew closer to what used to be her home. Her assignment was estimated to take about a week to finish as long as she didn't run into any complications, a week that she knew in the back of her mind was going to feel more like an eternity. As she arrived in the city with time to spare before her check in time and interview she found herself driving down familiar roads until she was parked outside a small locally owned coffee shop. The place had seen better days but it still held the same charm as years ago. She was rather quick to get inside, ordering her favorite iced coffee and a small sandwich before taking it outside to one of the nearby tables. For a moment Mira simply sat, soaking in the sight and smell of something familiar before pulling her laptop out of her bag and diving into her files, one hand either constantly on her sandwich or coffee. Due to her long drive Mira was dressed down in a t-shirt and shorts, simplicity at its finest truly.

 

[Verse]

The boy believed everything they told him. He even remembered things mother had said, before she left. Before he could even understand it. She had told him she was going to be a good woman, so that she could raise him well. He'd still been breastfeeding, when he heard it. The memory was filled with sensations, flavors and scents. And since father had reiterated it, or a version of it, ever since, it stuck in the boy's mind. Something about him knew it was significant, and that even if mother hadn't known why, she had still felt that it was goodbye. Growing up without her, he liked to think those two first years were worth all of the ones that came next. Father had to raise both of them, and he did it with his hands; at work, at home. Cruel things, that he insisted were mercy and justice. Callum had to believe. Because if father's teachings weren't true, then there was nothing. Then this world could only be suffering under an evil man. Callum believed so there'd be hope. Father said a man needed to be strong, and if he wasn't, he'd have to bow to a stronger man. Strong men got everything.

That's why father had mother, and that's why mother was gone. Because father decided she wasn't a good woman, anymore.

Callum found solace against Mirabella. She was soft and warm when she cradled him with her body, and her breasts were the spitting image of mother's, when Mira wound herself around him, to take the brunt of father's justice in their basement, so they'd be good children up in the house. She kept him alive when they went down, and sang quiet songs for him when they were locked in, for crimes they'd committed but father never explained in full. Callum tried to understand it, and he thought he was getting a grasp, deep as the taste of blood on his tongue. He thought he'd be a good brother to Mira, one day, and repay her. Like a real man should. Because he loved her.

And then Mira went away too. Dad hadn't done it because he was stark raving mad about it. Callum asked father to bring her back, and that's when he'd beaten him so badly he wasn't allowed out for a month. There was still a scar on his brow to this day.

But Callum Kriton was taller now. He had new memories. Still all wrapped up and mixed with father's teachings, but he was better. With father's blood he'd grown large around the shoulders, though his other limbs stayed rather slender. Still youthful, but with the makings of an oak tree in him. A man works with his body, father said.

Callum had seen it in the man after a commonplace beating. Father's fists weren't so heavy anymore, his head now perched so loftily over his. Maybe father wasn't a man, anymore, not the kind that ran this house. His monster features had changed, or maybe Callum had. The boy was imbued with a confidence that felt like hubris in his veins. Maybe father was just someone named Joe, who used to run this house.

Joe didn't like that. Joe swung a bat at that. But Callum had learned Joe's violence, and knew where to lean and when to tackle, and how to kick and beat his fists down. So much strength left in Joe. Until there wasn't. Just warm meat on the basement floor, and bone shards in Callum's hands.

A man gets what he wants because he takes it.

Callum got another taste of Yareli. It's nights were sweet. He learned what to take from Joe's lessons and what was absolute bullshit. He tried smoking, and alcohol. He liked vodka and Reds. Made some money in their backyard, where Joe laid, under a tree, becoming fruit on its branches.

He had dark hair, like their mother, tied back, though barely. Jeans and a tanktop, and leather jacket that used to belong to her, that Joe never threw away. Black once, he was sure, but now it was worn down brown. He fit right in with the night traders in Yareli. He had wads of cash for girls and contraband, sometimes, and others he had to starve. Nothing new under the Kriton roof.

But he woke up a bit, from his fever-dream celebration for having toppled Joe from his throne, when he saw a girl who'd grown rather fantastically since last he saw her. Since she left. He even recognized the sandwich Mira was eating, in the café where Joe would take them, on payday. The audacity. She even looked like mother, now.

A man gets what he wants because he takes it.

High cheekbones under dark eyes and one scarred brow vibrated with frustration. And then they scanned the parking lot. A purple car. She'd had one just like it, as a toy. She'd let him play with it. He smiled bitterly to himself and lit a cigarette. She'd parked on the last spot, close to the side of the building where no one went. He walked there calmly and blew smoke in the air, her large, little brother. Leaned against the brick wall and waited.

This was going to be a good reunion. He'd wished for it for so long, and now she'd come, unknowingly to grant him what he wanted.

He wondered if her tits tasted like mom's.

 

[Blazefighter]

As Mira clicked through her files it wasn't long until she had finished her sandwich off, brushing her fingers on the napkin she had for a moment before lifting her head, tilting it left and right to help ease the tension in her neck. This small piece of the city had never been very busy but the utter lack of people to be found anywhere was a tad unsettling. Had she picked her head up a moment sooner she would have seen someone walk by her car and to the side of the building, but she didn't.

She returned her focus back to her laptop while fiddling idly with the straw of her drink. Her body relaxed as if just being here in this city wasn't putting her on edge. It wasn't until her laptop chimed, warning her that it was close to dying that she closed it and returned it to its place in her bag. Mira leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes for a moment wondering briefly, achingly briefly, if she should try and find her brother Callum while she was in town. The thought was brief due to the fact that she pushed such a foolish idea out of her mind as quickly as it popped up. Yareli was rather large and short of returning to her childhood home in case he might still reside there she didn't even know where to start looking.

A single hand lifted to her forehead where she rubbed gently. Perhaps she should have turned down the assignment and requested a new one. She had heard that it was possible though highly frowned upon. It was too late now though, she was already here, and was expected at her hotel to check in soon. Mira gathered up her trash and deposited it in the outside can before scooping up her bag and walking back towards her car.

On the breeze she could smell cigarettes, making her stomach roll. There were a lot of triggers Mira had that reminded her of their father, luckily she had outgrown the paralyzing effect that smaller ones such as smells had on her. The hair on her arm rose slowly as she approached her car, something like a built in warning signal, but there was no one on the street but her. The smell itself she brushed off as an employee of the cafe on their break.

Without a second thought Mira began to hum, not too loudly but strong enough to be able to feel it. It was a slow melodic song, a lullaby that she had learned from her mother when she was young, something that she used to sing to Callum when there father was raging upstairs above them. After years of therapy she had learned that one of the better ways to calm herself was through songs that led to happy memories. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder while fishing out her car keys that jingled softly in her hand.

 

[Verse]

He knew the sounds from the door was her. The softness of the push and the leaving of it to close on its own, just something that reminded of Mirabella. He smiled to himself around the filter and deliberately stayed right where he was, enjoying the steadiness of the wall. He had to be patient. He'd done similar things before, stalking, waiting, usually to fuck someone up. It was different now but the skill transfered perfectly. He even ashed on the ground once while her footfalls came closer, and then passed him, toward the car.

Her clothes were fitting, and he thought the addition of the bag was quite like her. She'd always been prepared, and on the occasions they were outside together, she was always the one hauling all their necessities. Her bag only had her things now. It made him make teethmarks into the filter. He walked slowly as she started with her lock and keys. He recognized the tension in her shoulders, but he also knew humans usually tried to suffocate their animal instincts in the city. He was holding his own, predatory lusts back, as well. But he wouldn't do that forever.

She'd see the first of her fate, and all her sins, in the black of her own car window. A small red light, sadistic and burning behind her. She smelled familiar. Would she still be buying the brands of conditioner and shampoo that dad had pushed on her? The ones that mom used, to make her smell like her? Mira shouldn't be, but maybe old habits die hard? Maybe whatever made mom like those scents had transferred onto her daughter? The brother licked his lips and that made the red ember wave at her. It all happened within a very small moment, and he wouldn't be waiting for her to listen to her well-meaning mental alarms. He was here to play, but he wasn't willing to lose her because he was messing around too much. She was too important.

"Welcome home, Bella." he said and before she could do anything other than maybe give him a pretty expression of horror in the glass, his arm wrapped around her, and the other provided a hand over her mouth. His face was on the side of hers, and that meant the cigarette moved up and down, dangerously close to her cheek. "You came back for me, I'm sure." he said with a wet hiss that shot small shrapnel foam on her jaw, because he was delusional, mind ruined by their father and the life he'd chosen after, but he wasn't so dumb to think this was her hoping to reconnect, not after she'd been so happy just wasting time in the shop. "I guess I should roll out the red carpet, huh?" he asked, fingers digging into her face, shaking with his need to hurt her, or in some way expel the violence boiling inside him.

He managed to secure her to him by that grip alone, her head folded back, her skull on his shoulder and her neck stretched, so his other hand could rummage through her pocket and take the keys out. He unlocked her car and opened the door, like she was something small to handle while he did other menial things. Her grown little brother, full of new skills and venomous intentions for her. He threw her inside hard, which would vault her and all her things over the drivers seat and have her collide to the opposite door as he got in. They were on the road, speeding, before she'd be able to get her seatbelt on, when jumping out would be lethal.

He was rather calm given their circumstances. His shifting hand pulled out her ashtray and deposited from the waning cigarette, and then the hand shot out to grab her by the throat. "You just stay calm until we get to the house, alright, big sis?" he said without even looking at her.

 

[Blazefighter]

Callum approached his prey with the grace of a real predator, there was no sound of his footsteps or scuffing of the pavement to alert Mira. In fact, the only reason she even looked up was because the smell had grown stronger. In the reflection of her window, just past her left shoulder she could clearly see the burning end of the cigarette and the outline of a man who looked eerily familiar. It wasn't until he spoke his greeting to her that it clicked. She had enough time to gasp while her eyes widened, her fingers releasing the keys back into her purse, before Callum's arm was around her and his hand on her mouth.

Her entire body locked up against him while trying to inch her head away from the slight heat her cheek could feel radiating off of the lit tip. She let out a soft whine when Callum's fingers squeezed. He was shaking, Mira hadn't realized it until his grip tightened but she could feel it now. Though she had no idea that his shaking was due to his desire to hurt her. Her eyes desperately searched for his in the reflection of the window but he was focused on digging out her keys from her purse. That same voice that had told her years ago to get out of that wretched house was screaming at her now; don't let him put you in that car.

He had her head pulled back to keep her secured against him in a position that was making her strain. Her breath was coming in short rapid bursts through her nose by the time he opened up her driver door. Callum shifted behind her to throw her in and Mira's hands shot out, grabbing onto the roof of the car and the side to try and stop him. Her arms trembled with resistance as she tried to keep them locked, her right shoulder wrenching painfully as Callum twisted her enough to shove her in.

She cried out in pain as she grabbed her shoulder, her brother giving her no choice but to scramble into her seat correctly as he had followed behind quickly to ensure she wouldn't be trying to slip out the passenger door. Her body was huddled against the door, putting as much space between them as she could possibly hope for when Callum put them on the street.

"C-Callum I'm sorry." Was she apologizing for leaving him behind all those years ago? Or perhaps because she knew what he would be subjected to because of her departure. Mira didn’t even know why she had apologized, but she had always told herself that it would be the first thing she said to him if she ever found him again. Mira's hands were trembling now as she looked at him with only a hint of the amount of fear she had looked at their father. Sitting in the car was the first real look she had of her brother. He had grown into a handsome young man but for her she could still see the shadow of the boy he used to be. Her eyes were quick to find that scar that cut through his brow and her trembling stopped as a new expression took over; pity. She exhaled softly and had just started to reach her hand out to him, as if she were going to stroke his cheek.

"Cal, he did this to you didn't he?" Her voice was similar to how it would often be when they were locked in the basement together. She watched as he put out his cigarette in her ashtray before his hand was on her throat. He was quick as a snake, hardly giving her time to react, and the force of his grip had pushed her back to ensure her hand wouldn't reach him. She coughed with surprise as she winced before letting his words sink in. The trembling that had been in her hands now traveled through her whole body.

"N-no, no. Cal." Mira hissed through her teeth as she grabbed onto his wrist before trying to pull his hand away. Her eyes desperately looking out the windshield to see the familiar streets he was driving down. "Please, I can't go back there." Her plea came out in a tight voice as her eyes began to burn. Tears springing forth that threatened to spill over. Of course she didn't realize that the home was solely owned by Callum now and that she would never have to fear their father again, but that realization wouldn't have done anything to comfort her. Not in this new situation.

 

[Verse]

Her little flare of panic was everything he wanted. It was the kind of eyes he'd seen when he jerked off, missing his big sister in his latest, perverse mindset. Her pretty fretting didn't buy her any leniency. He was proud to show her how easily he could handle her. Look how much I've grown. The boy who'd clung to her like she was his own salvation from drowning on a cold basement floor. Her breath felt good against his oppressing hand, and her fighting was heartfelt. There was her famous will to live. He wouldn't make father's mistake. He was better. It was already proven. Callum was alive while Joe wasn't.

He smiled, mouth wide and teeth parted, when she hooked onto the edges of the vehicular hole he was pushing her into. Oh, she could still be a flight risk. He looked into her eyes when he made sure she got in there anyway, with whatever violence she needed from him to make it so. When she shrunk against the other door, he clucked his tongue with disapproval, like he was surprised she didn't like the way he was treating her. It was a better welcome than her leaving, wasn't it?

Maybe it grated him a little when she sounded like the sister he'd missed. The sister he'd trusted in like spring trusts in sunlight. But she hadn't returned. The years came and went and there was no savior in his older sister. He'd found his saving in father's death, instead. And in the feeling that came after. No, she didn't get to touch him like that. Not yet. But there'd be a lot of touching. Her throat was sweet. Smaller than he remembered from when he used to have his arms around it, holding himself to her while she sang. That song that had awakened him. How dare she? Ah, but he'd have her sing it more. He'd provide the familiar stage for her, too.

He tested her strength when she tried to claw away from his grip. It was disappointing. She started to panic when she saw where they were headed and he threw a little knowing look her way. His cigarette was left in the tray. He dunked the back of her head against the glass and let her go. Not like she could get away, anyway, and he'd locked her side from him. Not a bad car. "You're not going to see what I did with the place?" he asked, sick with sarcasm.

And then he stopped on the driveway that used to be their streak of hope. Because when they saw it from the kitchen window it used to be a place from which they'd be able to run, or dream of running. And father wasn't as violent, out in the open. He let her sit in the implications for a while. He crushed his thumb into the tray and killed the smoke, finally. He turned to look at her. "This is where you belong." he told her. She was so hauntingly beautiful, his older sister, shrunken from the images he had in his head, from when she was larger than him. "But don't take my word for it, see for yourself. I bet those old feelings will come crashing back when you see what I've done with the place. Joe's going to be happy to see you too." he injected, manic, happy.

It was inevitable that he'd be dragging her toward the front door soon. He had both arms around her, and a hand to keep her from screaming. They both knew very well that this house was well isolated for sound, once you were inside. She could kick all she wanted, but eventually he'd have her over the threshold, and kick the door closed behind him. It was as she remembered, this place, stepping into the hall that was also the kitchen. But Joe had made sure she kept everything neat, and now it was rather messy, left to her brother. It was obvious there had been some kind of party here, recently, between the unwashed dishes and the booze bottles.

He pushed her onto the carpet of the livingroom, divided from the kitchen by the hall. It was a hard shove, but if she found her balance, she might not fall down. He prefer so fall, though. "Tah-dah," he said, arms out before he shrugged out of his jacket, revealing a shitty but rather tight tanktop on his slender torso under the hulking shoulders. They would remind her of their old man. "Welcome home, sis. Want something? I got whiskey, beer, some powders for you too. But I bet you're more interested in what dad was offering you last time you were here." which should worry her a lot.

 

[Blazefighter]

She could feel herself starting to get dizzy, her breaths were short rapid gasps even after Callum had released her, pushing her further into the door causing her head to hit it with a solid thump. It hardly phased her, even the ache in her shoulder was barely noticeable. Her hand slowly lifted to her mouth as her horror deepened while their house drew closer. It seemed smaller than she remembered now and yet the sight of it looming in front of her as he brought the car to a halt was just as foreboding as it was years ago.

Mira's head turned quickly to look back at her little brother who seemed thrilled, proud of himself for bringing his lost sister home. The mention of their father tore a sob from her throat, the hand that had been sitting at her mouth wiped desperately at the tears so she could have a clear vision. "I don't! We don't! Cal please don't do this." She watched Callum get out of the car and knew he wasn't assuming she would do the same willingly. She moved quickly, trying to crawl back to the drivers seat when the passenger door opened and she was pulled out. Her fingers just barely missed getting ahold of the steering wheel, her best chance of having the upper hand, gone in an instant.

The moment she was out of the car she started screaming, even when Callum's hand returned to her mouth she screamed with all her might. Her heels dug into the ground in an attempt to stop him but her sneakers had no traction and it was all too easy for him to move her. After a moment she stopped, her screams, her fighting, in a single breath as if she had just given up. Until they reached the door. She waited until she was close enough before lifting her leg and kicking her foot against the building, throwing her body weight into Callum. For a moment it felt as if she had surprised him enough that she could slip free, but he was bigger than she remembered and had grown into their father's frame. It wouldn't be that easy for her.

When she heard the sound of the door shutting behind her, her legs went weak. If it was just Callum then maybe she could convince him to leave with her but if their father was here, she would never see the light of day again. She wasn't ready for Callum to let her go, let alone push her forward. She stumbled into the living room before her legs gave out and she hit the ground, her tears dripping onto the floor as she picked her head up to slowly look around. Everything looked how she left it, and yet the mess that had become their home stirred something inside of her. Their father would have never let this happen.

All too slowly Mira looked back at Callum as he removed his jacket, her stomach flipping at the sight of him standing over her. For a moment she had stopped breathing, had it been dark he could easily pass for Joe. It wasn't until she heard his voice that she was able to shake herself out of it and gather her legs under her. When she stood up she did it slowly, cautiously, as if subconsciously seeing if she was even allowed to stand up in front of him. Her body twitched, flinching as he mentioned the 'offer' she had been given. She didn't know that he had overheard Joe that night.

It had been one of the rare nights that Joe was sober, Mirabella had still been awake doing her homework in the dim lighting of her bedroom when he had come in. There was always an underlying fear for the man but when he was sober she had less concerns. For the briefest moment he had seemed like the father she could vaguely remember, inquiring about her work and if she needed any help while seating himself on her bed. She could still remember the way he had taken a strand of her hair, commenting on just how much she looked like Clara and how well she took care of Callum. His hand had let her hair go to stroke her cheek, his hand had been clammy that night and the disgust that rolled through her when she looked in his eyes was only made worse by his declaration that he was going to make her the woman of the house. The real woman of the house now that she had turned 18. The way her father's eyes roamed her body as he stood up was a memory she would never forget. That was the night she ran away. That night was a large part of why her hair was kept shorter now.

Her bottom lip quivered before she swallowed the rising lump in her throat. The sandwich and coffee no longer felt settled in her stomach. "Callum we don't have to be here." Her voice was low, worried that if she spoke too loud and their father was home he would come to find them. She took a tentative step towards him before thinking better of it and instead backing away, putting herself further into the house. "You don't know what it is you're talking about. I-I don't know what he told you, or what he did after I left, but Callum, this isn't a home. It's hell." She was desperate to make him understand her. After all the only reason he was acting this way was because Joe had told him to right? She was brought here because of Joe… wasn't she?

"I was going to come back for you, once I had enough money saved up. I would have taken you with me when I left if I had known that I was going to leave but that night father was-" She cut herself off quickly, not because she didn't want to tell him what would have happened had she stayed but because she couldn't. After all, because she had left nothing happened, and it would be her word against his. "We can still leave Cal, leave all of this behind and never look back." She curled her fingers until her nails bit into her skin as she dropped her gaze to stare instead down at the carpet.

 

[Verse]

She was his sister, but she gave off such womanly reactions and complaints, when he abuse her. It was a fucking trick. Like he was supposed to abstain from her when she was being this lovely. Hah. What a joke. She must want part of this, when she looked and sounded like that. Afraid and in distress, sure, but something in nature made her better, that way. More edible. He licked the inside of his teeth even when he pretended to ignore her fretting about where they were going. Like a dog realizing they were taking it to the vet. But that's how Mira would learn he was in control. By him making her do things she wouldn't, otherwise. A man makes sure the world bends to him. When he came around to her side of the door, and she tried to flee, she flashed him her ass, like any running prey, and he reached for her and pulled her out all the same. She was so light. It was a very feminine feature to her already generous body. He liked how much weaker than him she had grown. Like she was designed to be his little toy. He thought there was something missing from her, though, like she wasn't really trying to get away, or she would have been better at it. Like she wanted him to do all this to her.

"Oh boy, there she goes." he joked when she exploded into motion and sounds. He let her do all of it, within the vice grip of his arms, and the muzzle of his hand. He measured her full strength as he dragged her. He liked her motions to his body. It made him feel rather good, actually. "You're pretty strong now, aren't you, big sis?" he joked, jolly, with his dark voice. He thought his shaking of her had taken it out of her, but he laughed loudly when she started to thrash again, a little yelp escaping his not ready hand before it could clamp shut over her lips again. He stumbled back for the kick, though, but with as hard as he was holding her, he only had to spin her once to redirect that energy, and then they were right on track again. "Almost." he cheered when the door closed.

The way she collapsed, it reminded him of how he used to be, when father threw them in after a similar tantrum on the street. They didn't make many of those, but sometimes their desperation was too much. How, she looked perfect, with her spirit broken. He enjoyed ushering her deeper into their home. "What's the matter? Not so tough anymore?" he teased. He got a bit hard from how she'd lost her strength. And he was very excited to let her see what he'd done to this place. It made him feel really big when his big sister cowered like that, looking up at him like he was a monster. He moved a bit like one too, switching his weight on his long legs and rolling his bare shoulders like he would charge her, when she took the chance to stand up.

His bodylanguage stilled but its smaller shifts became louder when she gave him that violin voice, cut up in her stuttering. She backed off but that invited chasing, so he followed, slowly. It was very gratifying to see Mirabella look at him like that. The tilt of his head and the pooling of satisfaction in his hungry, black eyes should tell her as much. She was still his sister despite getting her deep drink of the world. That made him happy, at least. But he almost lost it when she said she was coming back for him. "You know what we do to liars in this house." he said and it was Joe speaking through him, then. She had lied plenty to take the punishment for her little brother, back when Joe was still alive.

He moved toward her and bumped into her. She would either have to fall on her ass of move back. Which meant she would either have to listen to him while sitting again, or when her back eventually would press against a door. Either way, he'd look down at her. "Why would I leave? When you left your broke my heart. Leaving is cowardly. This is the family house." those last words were Joe's too. If she was sitting he'd grab her hair and drag her, and if he had somehow managed to keep her attention until she bumped into the door, he'd nod to it. Whether he tossed her against it or if she had walked herself, it'd be the last barrier between them and the cellar. "Guess where you are, big sis."

Whatever disdain Mirabella had for this building should be concentrated there. It's where dad liked to lock them, and where he became his worst self, which was saying something. Cal wanted her to try and get away, because then he could grab her by her arm, unlock the door, and throw her down the stairs. "This is where I became the man of the house." he assured her, and the dark stain on the concrete floor on the landing should suggest something. The way some of the wooden beams here were rebuilt, and the ones remaining had the same brown taint should tell her about a fight that spanned most of the area. He stood at the end of the stairs to make sure she couldn't get out. There were a couple of old cages still here, that the children of Joe knew all too well. "So now you gotta listen to me." he said and showed his toothy grin. She had called it adorable once, but in his new face, it wouldn't be. "I'm feeling frustrated with you, Mira. I think we gotta work through it. I think I've gotta take it out on you." he said and gestured to her with a throwaway flick, which was the international sign for her to undress. "Hurry up."

 

[Blazefighter]

Mira saw the way that Cal’s weight shifted when she began to stand up, her eyes locked onto his as she froze but when he didn’t move any further she finally stood up straight. He took a step towards her when she retreated to keep the distance between them from growing causing her to move again. She could see how much he was enjoying this, his eyes were like reading a book. Her spine stiffened at the hinted threat towards her, that was when she realized just how wrong she had been. He wasn’t doing this for Joe, he was doing it for himself. His sudden large step towards her caused her to gasp instinctively as she scrambled backwards.

Unlike when she stumbled over herself when he had pushed her into the home she kept her footing this time causing her to find herself pressed against a door with Cal’s large frame taking up her vision. She shrank into the door, into herself as she attempted to make herself smaller while her eyes darted desperately to his side. If she caught him off guard there was a chance that she could slip past him. Cal nodded to the door she was pressed against drawing her attention to it. She didn’t need to turn around, all she needed to see was the scuff marks on the door frame by the handle; worn marks from her nails during one of the times she had tried not to be taken down. A visible shudder raced down her spine and she knew what that basement would hold for her. “You don’t have to do this Cal.” Her voice was still just as gentle as before even as she cowered in fear.

Just like outside Mira stilled, the muscles in her legs slowly tightened before she pushed herself off the door and tried to slip past Cal’s side. A part of her had expected to be grab and when she felt his fingers close on her arm she turned and swung and open hand as he was unlocking the door. She was hoping a slap would stun him enough, more so than her body weight outside had done before she felt her body pitch, and she was thrown. Had she been a small child like years ago she would have tumbled down the stairs crying in pain, this time she was barely able to catch herself, her hand grabbing onto the crude railing their father had built while splintered wood tore into the skin on her palm. As her ankle twisted on the last step she crashed to the ground with a sharp cry, landing on a large stain on the floor.

”This is where I became the man of the house.”

With a wince she picked her head up, staring at the brown almost rust like stain she was splayed out on before the pieces slowly fell into place. Not once had she heard their father while they were upstairs and now… if it wasn’t for the fact that she knew what dried blood looked like she might not have realized it. His words and all this dried blood could only mean one thing. “What have you done?” Her question was a barely audible whisper before the slow sounds of the steps creaking under Cal’s weight warned her that he was coming down as well. Unlike in the living room she was quicker to get on her feet this time, her weight shifting to her left side to try and favor her throbbing ankle as she turned to look at him. In the dim lighting of the basement it was like reliving the worst years of her life.

”Cal, where is Joe. What did you do to him?” The horror in her voice was no longer out of concern for herself and what was to come, but rather it was concern for her brother. Her sweet little baby brother could never be capable of hurting someone let alone killing them and yet, here she stood, shoulder and ankle aching and a slight drip of blood coming from her left hand. Cal flashed Mira his teeth in a grin and for a second her feet shifted as she began to retreat. But she was all too aware of the fact that he stood in the way of her only escape. There was no way to slip past him and up the stairs unless she drew him further away from them but his arms had grown longer with age and he was faster on his feet, prepared for any bit of escape she might try and make.

His flicked his hand at her, demanding that she hurry up and in an instant the look of fear shifted to disgust. Not just disgust at what he wanted her to do but at what he had become. This time when her feet shifted it wasn’t to back further away, it was to spread them enough to create a solid base underneath her. A stance that screamed she was going to defend herself despite having already been thrown around. “This isn’t like you Cal, my baby brother would never have wanted to become this kind of man.” What had Joe put him through to twist him so deeply? It made her heart hurt far worse than any physical pain she was feeling. “I am not a member of this household anymore.“ Her voice shook as she did her best to lift her head, her cheeks and nose red from her crying. “So that means I don’t have to listen to you.”

She wasn’t foolish enough to think she could overpower Callum, and he was clearly past the point of seeing reason. The best thing she could hope for now was an opening, bigger than when she had her back to the door. She hadn’t seen where he had put her car keys but that was fine, if she couldn’t get to her car she just needed to get to her phone. That realization made her perk up slightly. She had places she was expected at today, and all week long. When they called her office to let them know she hadn’t shown surely they would realize something was wrong. For the first time since running into Cal, Mira smiled, she dealt with their father for years, she could bear her brother for a few hours.

 

[Verse]

She grew under him. He much preferred her on her feet for that. Growing up, she'd taught him many things, and there were times when he thought she knew everything there was to know in this world. Larger than life sister. So that was why it was so gratifying to the youngster to be playing with her mind now. She was at a big disadvantage, of course, having been out of this home, this life, for so long. Having a good existence had made her soft. And loving him made her even softer. That's why he could lead her now, in this dangerous dance. Her eyes were so perfectly terrified already, but she didn't even know what that meant, yet. She took steps back to let him have exactly what he wanted. It was very erotic, the way she followed his lead after having been his master and savior until she abandoned him to the ruthless teaching of father. He could even smell it on her, the way father used to reminisce. Her sweat and her breath and her personal perfumes. How they soured a bit in fear, but still had that sweetness that begged to be taken.

At last he had her there. Where their suffering usually began. She knew when she saw and he liked how it changed her posture. That's all he wanted, to affect her, to make her different from what she was. She was going to make that happen for him, it seemed. Her plea was lovely, and he listened to it even if she'd get nothing for it. His adrenaline was pulling the moment taut, which meant it felt longer to him. He saw her attempt to escape, and grabbed her easily. His eyes were dark beyond her hand, traveling to smack him. His head didn't move but she did, when he yanked her toward the opened doorframe. He looked as her survival instincts did their best. But she fell all the same while her little brother tilted his head and took it all in. He was ready to compensate for whatever the toss hadn't provided, but she fumbled enough times that she still ended up on the bottom. Almost caught herself, though. She'd always been rather physically apt.

He came after her. The door was closed, of course. He liked the sounds she made. He saw her get up, and he shrugged at her question, but there was an unmistakable pride in his features as he came down to her ready stance. His hands were out, innocently, but also to give himself a wider field of reach. She was smart enough to know what all this meant, now. She could have guessed it before, but a lot of people didn't immediately think of death as an option. It had certainly solved a lot for Callum. The way she moved to get away, and readying a run, awoke his predatory instincts. He had to hold them back from tearing her apart. At least for now. "Joe was quite the man, wasn't he." he started. He did not answer what he'd done to this man. Oh, he really wanted to try her out, now that she was so hurt and so useless.

But something sizzled in him when she talked about the boy he used to be. It wasn't made better when she looked like she would fight him, and thought that it could end well for her. His jaws jutted from the press of his teeth when she rejected his authority in here. Because she wasn't part of this household?! He exhaled through his nose and the heat singed his upper lip. The gull on this whore. "Your baby brother wanted his big sister." he breathed, as though he'd kept it a secret to these walls even though he'd screamed it from those cages. "Father was a member of this household, and I beat him until HIS TEETH LITTERED HIS BRAIN." The shouting produced flying froth from his mouth. Whatever calm he'd afforded her was coming unlaced from this topic of conversation. "So if you're just a stranger, who won't listen to me, standing in MY father's blood, in MY house, then why shouldn't I do whatever I want with you?"

He hadn't realize he'd squared his shoulders and dropped his head like a beast. His hands were rock tight when he pushed his face in her direction. A hooligan, a monster. A version of Joe that still had all the energy of youth in his bones. He knew what she wanted. Surviving out there wasn't child's play either. He'd learned a thing or two about what human bodies can and CAN'T do. She had played a few games of tag with him, when dad wasn't home or when they had the yard to themselves. He remembered her bodylanguage. Oh, how her current injuries tempted him. So he'd test her. She didn't know how dangerous it was to whip up her little brother's hunting instincts. So he pushed toward his left, all his weight, reaching for her there, even overshooting it so his bounding forward might miss her.

That's when he assumed she would dart to his right instead. Silly girl. Even if she'd been at full capacity she wouldn't have been able to get up the stairs before him. The discrepancy between their genders was one thing, but he was particularly tall and she wasn't a specimen of a woman, when it came to reaching proportions. She wasn't bad, but she wasn't track and field material. He didn't even mean to let her get that far. He would spin around and skip toward her, long leg producing a large foot and the sneaker still on it to swipe at her good ankle. It'd flip her with the power he had, or it might crush the joint of her foot. Either way he was sure it'd connect, and that he could take his time grabbing her by her hair and dragging her slowly toward one of the cages. But instead of throwing her in, he'd throw her ontop, on the square-pattern fence-like grid that the cages were made of. About hip tall, for him. Generous for a dog, but not too much space for a human. They both knew that too well. If she tried to sit up she would get the mother of all slaps to the side of her skull and scalp. He wanted to keep her face pretty for now. But there could come a point when he wouldn't care.

But if she by some miracle managed to get past him, he would give all his manically built-up energy and obsession chasing her up the stares, not caring if she fell and he had to drag her down them again, her face hitting every step on the way.

"What if I left you here, huh" he'd ask, either way. "What if I just went away when you were in one of these cages? I'd come back in a month and see you dead in your own piss and shit. It's better than you fucking deserve, leaving me. You don't even get to PRETEND you're a good sister anymore. But I'll make you earn it." And from a nail on the wall, he'd pull a bunch of zipties.

 

[Blazefighter]

The smile that had begun to form on Mira’s lips faltered, her heart breaking at the realization that she was in part to blame for what became of Cal. But as he continued on, his voice echoing off the bare basement walls she couldn’t help but flinch. Flinch as he yelled and his rage became palpable. She had made a mistake, she had hoped that pressing on who he had once been might help him remember and maybe bring him back but it was clear as Cal shifted his body into a threatening stance that she had made a dire mistake. It was clear there would be no talking her way out and any hope of winning physically was nonexistent. There were no tears shed when he had revealed the fate of their father, there was no loved lost for the horrible excuse of a man. But still, there was a part of her that felt sorry for him.

For a moment the siblings stared at each other, Cal with his body poised to attack and Mira with hers ready to defend. The stale air filled with the sounds of both of them breathing heavily before suddenly Cal moved. He lunged forward but instead of coming at her head on he went for her right side leaving the opening she had been looking for. She knew it was a trap, the voice in her head warned her, and yet if it wasn’t…

Mira moved quickly, pushing off towards the open space on Cal’s right side while forcing herself to bear down weight on her ankle. She gritted her teeth through the pain as she took a step, then one turned into two, and for a moment she thought she had made it when his foot connected with her uninjured ankle. “NO!” She barely got the word out before she hit the ground, bringing her hands up in time to protect her face. The tears returned as she cried from the pain, the urge to curl in on herself nearly taking over when she felt Cal’s fingers slide through her hair as he grasped a fistful. Her legs scrambled helplessly underneath her as her dug her nails into his wrist, writhing against his grip before she found herself on top of one of the cages.

The old metal squealed, bowing slightly under the sudden weight of Mira’s body before she pushed herself up. She couldn’t give up, she couldn’t stop trying. She saw his hand lift and ducked her head to try and protect her face, but he hadn’t been aiming there. She grunted against the force, her teeth clacking together as his large hand connected with her head. Her hands grasped desperately as her head, slightly dazed she was once more laying back on the cage.

”I’m sorry Callum. I am so sorry.” She repeated her apology again as her body shook, her hands slowly released her head when there was nothing but a headache left behind. “I’m not a good sister, I was selfish. In the end all I thought about was myself and I’m sorry for that.” It seemed that her strategy had shifted. If trying to get him to remember himself only made him angrier than perhaps telling him what he wanted to hear would ease his anger. She swallowed hard as her eyes tracked his hands, watching as he pulled a handful of zipties.

”You don’t have to do this Cal, I-I can try and make it all up to you. I took care of you once, I can do that a-again if you’ll let me.“ She was growing desperate. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she struggled to catch a breath between her sobs. She should have never stopped at that cafe. If she had just gone straight to the hotel then maybe this all could have been avoided. If she had never returned it certainly would have been. Mira squeezed her eyes shut, praying to any god that might listen, that Cal might be swayed by her words.

But she had seen the hunger in his eyes, the way they seemed to light up when she retreated from him, and the joy at her fear. Even if by some miracle he did let her go Mira would never be able to live a ‘normal’ life again. She would always be haunted by the memories. “Please Cal, I’m sorry.” Her voice was a broken whisper as she slowly opened her eyes, her tear filled gaze find her brothers as she begged once more.

 

[Verse]

It was satisfying to kill her smile, and see how she was affected when he yelled at her. Those things did not belong to him, last time they'd been together. Oh, how he'd hung on her every word then. It seemed impossible to ever be better than her at anything. She was so strong even under Joe's oppression. She had strength left to sing for her little brother even after a day of dealing with that monster. Still, even in his younger fantasies, he'd dreamt of dominating her, or having her yield to him. Sometimes because of affection, but mostly because she couldn't help not to. Maybe that kind of thing had always been in him. The faces of the girls he fucked now flashed before his eyes, which was ironic because it was her face he saw on them, during the act. They were all twisted in pain and the forced pleasure he left them with.

She moved well. She had determination. But he still caught her. One step later than he'd anticipated. Good for her. Her hair was perfect in his hands as he dragged her. He knew how to do this, knew how much he needed to gather or it'd just pull off. His sister was young and had lots of it, which did not help her now. But it made it easier for him. He felt the bite of her nails and took it as foreplay. She kicked furiously but still ended up on the cage. And had to take a smack on her head. It seemed to rattle her enough that she calmed down a little. He was happy she took it all so well. It would have been a disappointment if Mira was the only woman in the world whose suffering wasn't pretty to him. Deep down he'd known that she would be a delight to hurt.

She stayed there. He knew it was a sign of her body giving in to him before he'd even started. It made him focus on her as he counted the ties between his fingers. His eyes were dark, while he listened to her apologies and confessions and pleas. The way he breathed through his nose showed her he was upset by it. His lips curled back at her offer. It sounded so sweet. He took her hand and slammed it to her side, ontop of the cage. With a few quick motions he'd secured it there. Then he took the other. "Y-you'd be a good sister again?" he asked. It was meant to be mocking but his throat was dry from the emotion it conjured in him. He ziptied her other wrist to the cage too, crucifying her ontop of the cage. He stood up straight now that she wouldn't be able to move, with her legs over the side of the cage, which of course presented her pelvis at a critical angle.

"And what do you think that's worth, when you came back, but not even to see me?" he asked as he pulled off his tanktop. It should worry her. The chest was just muscle from fighting and the scars. He neglected his health, and his skin was taut because of it. He was at an age where not eating enough was still flattering on his physical form. The sinew lifted and settled in his breathing, the veins were larger because of what efforts he'd put in on her. "But I'll let you make it up to me, even if you don't deserve it." he said with a sigh, his shoulders dropping just like they would when he decided to listen to her, when they were younger.

He bowed down and put his cheek to her chest, lips and mouth inside the cleave, pushing up against one breast. He inhaled her and shuddered from how much he liked it. Her fear and sweat. He wondered if he could make her piss herself, too. His fingers locked around the roof of the cage to press himself down on her, like a hug. "but you better be the sister I want." he said, looking up at her with tears in his eyes. He was the spitting image of the child she'd protected.

And then he corrected himself, standing up again, looking down on her as his hand remained ontop of the meeting of her ribs, below her cleavage. "And I want a sister that's useful to me as a man." he said with an ever darkening, determined tone. That hand moved up to paw at her breasts, sizing her up and being rather rough with its groping. His hand was much larger than she remembered. "Are you going to be a good big sister like that, Mirabella?" he asked, voice empty as he looked down at her, clawing to get her top under her breast so he could see her and her bra.

 

[Blazefighter]

The faint sound of the cage rattling beneath Mira as she trembled seemed louder in her ears, each breath a rough gasp as she attempted to slow her sobbing though the tears continued to flow freely as Cal grabbed ahold of her hand and zip tied her to the top of the cage. Fear of hurting her shoulder further was the only reason she didn't try and resist as she continued to offer soft whispered pleas to him. The ties on her wrist were tight, not enough to cut off the circulation to her hands but moving her arms caused the edges to bite into her skin. Cal rose to his full height as he looked down on her, she had been helpless beneath him the whole time but now it was like being served to a beast on a platter.

"I-I was going to." She whispered, afraid that her words might set him off again as she watched with her terrified gaze as he removed his top. "I thought about it, when I was at the shop, but I didn't know how to get ahold of you." Mira swallowed hard as Cal's shoulders dropped before he lowered himself on top of her. Once more she closed her eyes as she shook under him, his familiar warmth bringing back memories of how she would settle them in the corner of the cage, holding him close as she ran her fingers soothingly through his hair. She wanted more than anything to help Cal heal like he deserved to.

When she felt his head tilt to look up at her she opened her eyes to catch his gaze, surprised to find tears beginning to form. "Cal." She whimpered before he stood back up. The moment had been brief but she knew she had seen her little brother there. Her heart shattered as his hand moved on her body, roughly grasping at handfuls of her breast causing her to wince. The very treatment she feared from her father that had caused her to flee in the first place, now being inflicted by her brother. “You don’t mean that, I don’t believe that you mean it.”

In Mira’s eyes Cal was forcing himself to do these things. That brief glimmer of her little brother that she had left behind had her convinced that this really wasn’t something he wanted from her. Her chest rose and fell quickly with each breath as he forced her top down, the neckline catching underneath her bra and holding it in place for him. Her body twitched, trying to move away but there was no where for her to go, all she was doing was hurting herself by pulling on the restraints.

”I can do what I used to Cal, I can c-clean the house up like I used to do. Do you want me to cook for you too? I’ll do it. But not this. Please not this Cal. I’m your sister.“ Mira forced her begging to stop before she said the next foolish thing that almost slipped from her tongue. They were supposed to protect each other, not hurt each other, but she knew that would send him in a blind rage. After all it would’ve been hypocritical of her to say considering she didn’t protect him for very long.

The cage underneath her rattled as she moved, wiggling her body to try and get her shirt to unlatch from under the wire of her bra. The heels of her sneakers caught on one of the squares below her. She realized that if she wanted to, it would be rather easy to give him a swift kick right between the legs while he was distracted. While the thought did cross her mind she knew she wouldn’t be able to break the zip ties before facing the wrath she would surely incur by doing something so stupid.

 

[Verse]

Her begging whispers where like little prayers. He ate them not because he would heed them, but as though they were little morsels coming off her, promising more of her flesh and dignity for him to have. He licked his upper lip while she was there, arms secured, and with them, the rest of her opened up and readied for his taking. He would not mind a taste. It was long overdue, wasn't it? He'd dreamed this enough times that he thought he was owed this moment with her. She certainly needed to pay for leaving him in a monster's den, after having angered the monster. There was a quick quiver of anger that wracked him, staring as his older sister, who'd finally been stupid enough to come visit their city again.

His laughter at her small reassurance blew out through his clenched teeth like a cough. It was bitter. He also wondered if big sis liked what he'd grown into, but she gave no indication to approve of him. He supposed her fear was compliment enough. "Do you even hear how you sound?" he said as though she was transparent, showing her heart. "You were GOING to?" he echoed. His fingers on the cage bent the square pattern of metal as he squeezed it. "You didn't look like you were fretting over me when you were enjoying your coffee and typing away at your computer." he pointed out, sarcastic and shaking.

She looked at him with sympathy. He didn't like it because it was real, and if it was real she couldn't be the monster he said she was. Ah, but it felt good to have something in her. Maybe she was just confused, maybe there were ghost in her of what they used to share. She was a not a good woman yet, but he could turn her back into something worth this body. The breast certainly felt welcoming, even if he knew that she wouldn't agree. She writhed really well, though. Her body really was inviting him to have more, with those motions. He nodded quietly at that.

When he got to see the cup of her bra, he was excited. The grin on him was beastly. With her unable to move, she really did look like a morsel. He breathed deeply when she again tried to get herself free. He even chuckled in mockery at her. He woke up from the fever daze that his lust wrought over his eyes when she talked about what she used to do. It was too close and yet not the right flavor. Her torso raised and twisted in her slithering. But she couldn't undo what he'd done to her top. "HEY!" he barked and slammed his palm onto the cage with all the accompanying sounds. "Stop that. You gotta listen to me now!"

Both his hands came down and ripped her bra to either side, separating the cups as though they'd been joined by paper. It of course would expose her breasts. He was too excited to finally see the orbs he had glimpsed in perverted curiosity when they were still the brother and sister she was talking about. And he would of course not be able to cover them, once they looked up at him, from between her arms that were perfectly locked out of the way. It'd just be Mirabella with her top hooked underneath her exposed tits. Maybe this had been inevitable.

"How about you do other chores instead?" he offered and then slapped both his palms down to grab at his sister's breasts, squeezing firmly and unforgivingly. His hips pushed forward to hers, parting her legs so there'd be no doubt at all as to what he wanted, a worryingly firm and large bulge mashing up against her still clad cunt. He grunted with satisfaction to finally get to sink his fingers into her breasts, and he was firm and rough with them. "You are my sister. So I get to do whatever the fuck I want with you. It's not like you can leave again. I'mma lock you up better than Joe ever could."

 

[Blazefighter]

Mira's lips parted in shock as she listened. How long had he been watching her at the cafe? If she had noticed him before he had found her at her car could this all have been avoided? No, maybe not, but the thought that it could have been almost made her feel as guilty as leaving him behind. Why couldn't he just understand that she hadn't meant to? Why couldn't he see things from her perspective? It wasn’t like he was the only one who was beaten by Joe.

Callum brought his hand down hard the on cage with a yell, Mira's body froze in response though she had flinched away from his hand, eyes squeezed tight afraid that he would strike her. He wanted her to stop moving so she had, even as the fabric of her bra ripped in her brothers grip she kept her head turned away, her tears running across the bridge of her nose as she looked at the far wall. His hands that had once been so warm and loving were rough now as she cringed. Discomfort coursing through her as he squeezed her soft flesh that molded to his grip.

He pressed his hips forward against her and she shuddered at the feeling of her brothers arousal. Her teeth captured her tongue in an attempt to quiet her crying but also to keep herself from saying anything that might encourage or anger him. She had half a mind to just close her eyes and let him do whatever he wanted with her, maybe the sooner he finished the sooner she could find an escape. But his last words made her body tense under his hands, her blood turning cold. If he locked her up down here there was a very good chance she would never see the light of day again. He had already made it perfectly clear he could be content with doing that.

Before she could stop herself Mira finally looked back up at him, her eyes full of anger and sadness. “You can’t keep me here forever. People will be looking for me soon. If you stop now Cal I promise I won’t say a word about what’s happened or what you did to Joe. Don’t make this worse for yourself.” Her tone of voice was no longer pleading for release. She was actually trying to threaten him despite her position under him.

After she finished talking Mira finally moved her legs, her hips rising slightly against him as she fought to get her knees against his hips so she could push him back. It was like the realization that people would be looking for her had refueled the fight inside of her. Despite the pain in her wrists she pulled hard, straining as she tried to break the zip tie against the top of the cage even as her wrists started to turn raw. For the briefest of moments Mira considered the fact that she would rather die than let herself be locked up in this basement.

The thought was brief as she reminded herself she had escaped from this house once before, she could certainly do it again. Her brother might think he was better than Joe, but he was just the same. She had seen a glimmer of hope inside of him though when he had picked his head up from her chest. She truly believed that deep down, this wasn’t what he wanted. If she could just help him to see that then they could both finally put this hell hole behind them. She groaned with determination as she pulled and pulled against the zip ties, her legs continuing to dig against his hips defiantly.

 

[Verse]

He liked the partition in her lips. He liked having an affect on his older sister now. She'd gasp for him, theatrically, to pad his ego, when they were small and she tried to nurse him into a man despite his weakness. She had been everything that this world couldn't give him. A good presence. Until her absence unmade it all. So he felt larger than the affection he was supposed to have, when she was frightened by his strength, pounding on the cage. He did have an impulse to beat her. There was catharsis in such violence. It was unavoidable that it'd happen between them now, when they finally lived together again. He nodded to himself at the though. Cage or not, he wouldn't let her be free of him.

She looked away for his fondling. It was her own way of allowing him, or that's how he took it. If she was too weak to stop it, that was consent. Another thing Joe had taught them. His eyes grew wide when she looked up at him with such emotion. It was quite delicious to get to grope her while she tried to be threatening and begging at the same time. So this was the woman she'd become when she wasn't here. He listened intently. He looked at her when she exploded into motion, desperate to get free. He took it in greedily, but always with that mocking curl on one corner of his mouth. Like he knew this would end in his favor, anyway.

Since she had very few angles where she could exert her strength, she ended up pushing her breast up for his touching and viewing pleasure when she pulled at the ties. The more she writhed, the more friction her hips offered to the threatening bulge in his pants. He pushed against her just to meet all her motions. If she looked at him, she would see that she was only pleasing him with her escape attempt. He squeezed her breasts harder, bruising power. "I won't make it worse for myself." he told her with lightness in his voice. "I'll make myself feel pretty good, actually." like this was a joke.

He let go of her breasts and instead took hold of her thighs. He lifted her legs on both sides of him and then slapped the together infront of him, which made her toes point toward the ceiling. This would let him unzip and pull her pants off, upward. Only to let her legs be on either side of him again. He was quiet, focused, looking at the mounds hidden by her underwear still. What kind of panties would his big sister have chosen? What kind of woman was she, now? He still had the collection she'd left behind. And then he ripped them off. A quick yank upward and they'd be gone. As curious as he'd been about the garment, he'd be even more invested in her laid-bare cunt.

And then he'd push her legs down and around him again, one hand on her stomach to keep her in place as his other hand unzipped. "I wanna show you something that's been waiting for ya, sis." he said with dark and deep pride. They both knew what it was. He pulled it out of the jeans and it was a hulking thing. Ugly. Darker than the rest of him with a sick color to the head. As though all the perversion and maladjustment had gathered in his cock, and grown it, corrupted it. It would seem she'd left behind a man, after all. He pushed against her, and his cock slid over her cunt, onto her stomach, to show them both just how deep it'd go, once inserted. His balls mashed against her pussy.

"Now, are you going to be a good girl and be still for this?" but it didn't really matter, did it? He let go of her stomach to get to the inside of her thighs, lifting them and folding them against her, so they'd frame her stomach and breasts. Which left her poor womanhood exposed to him. He should have done more, said more, but instead he aligned the beastly bulb at the end of his shaft to her entrance, that not even Joe had gotten to try, and then he applied pressure, to pop it into her. It should settle this itch he'd had for as long as he could remember. His big sister was finally home.

 

[Blazefighter]

She hated him. For the first time in her life Mirabella hated her little brother. The smug look on his face as she struggled helplessly, doing nothing but tiring herself out. She hated their father for ruining her brother, but she hated her brother for letting it happen. For not trying to be better than the man who called himself their dad. She had escaped, surely Callum could have at some point, how much worse could things have gotten for Cal after she had left? Her ignorance fueled her hate for Cal, fueled the disgust for the man that called himself her brother. It was clear to Mira that her brother had died years ago, down in this basement.

Her chest ached under Cal’s fingers, her pale skin turning red from the way he grabbed at her and when he let her go she actually sighed in relief. Relief for just a moment as the ache began to subside, until he grabbed her thighs and lifted her legs. She tried to bury her hips down into the cage, to keep him from getting her pants off but it was impossible from her angle to stop him. Just like her, her taste in clothing had matured. She didn’t wear the same frilly designs that she had when she was younger. The fabric was lace, sexy but not overly so. Her face flushed red, her tears slowly coming to a stop as it felt as if she was all cried out.

Her body laid trapped and exposed beneath this stranger. Her head had turned once more as he used a hand to pin her down while the sound of his zipper almost echoed off the walls. Her stomach rolled in disgust, how had she been able to avoid a fate like this with her father just to fall right back into the same position but with Cal? She tried not to react, maybe the less she reacted the less he would enjoy it and grow bored. But she felt the warmth of him as he pushed against her to rest his cock on her stomach and her body flinched.

“Shut up Callum. Just get it over with.” She spat the words out through gritted teeth. What choice did she have? There was no option left for her other than to just lay there and take it. The only thing she could pray for was that her little brother was nothing but show, surely he wouldn’t last but a minute, though even a minute was far to long for her to bear. His hands moved down to her thighs again, her muscles tensing in slight resistance as he pushed them back.

Mira tried to school her face, leaving it devoid of all emotions but as she felt her body opening for him, there was no hiding the disgust as she grimaced. A fresh sob tearing from her and it was nothing more than the tip inside of her. She was quick to bite down on her tongue, stifling the sounds coming from her throat. There was no arousal on her end, nothing to help Callum’s entrance to be an easy one even as she tried to force her body to relax. If she tensed up now she wouldn’t be doing anything but hurting herself.

 

[Verse]

She wasn't superior to him anymore. She was this pinned being, on a cage, that she would later sleep in. It was a strange milestone for him, having subdued her so easily, and watching her struggle, but feeling none of those bad emotions he had, when dad made him watch. No, this was his girl now. A woman for him to teach. And he'd do it right. Her heart already belonged to him. She just needed to be taught what that meant. He just needed to eat that heart in front of her so she'd relent all the claims she had on herself. In her simple mind she thought it was over when he let her breasts go. The way she relaxed. She should know by the way he shook his head as though to respond to it.

Her legs let him strip her, and the resulting reveal was breathtaking. "Oh." he said and touched the waist of her panties, in front, and slid his touch down over the crotch. Mature indeed. It did make her old collection a bit outdated. His thumb stroked up to divide the folds that made up her cunt underneath. "All grown up, huh?" But he'd grown too. And he showed her just how much. She felt excruciating under his cock, when he laid it out. Here I am, sis. She avoided it like it was the barrel of a gun. Made him feel even larger. He huffed when he finally got to feel his big sister's temperature with his cockhead. It was lovely. She was his Mirabeth, come home to him.

"So?" he asked, and it retained some of that old clawing for her approval. She was dry, but she was relaxing, at least. He licked the corner of his lip. He was fucking throbbing, but he was pacing himself, just savoring her, the cockhead taking on her flavor. But no matter what she said, he'd be pushing forward, hissing as her folds gripped him, trying to tear the skin off his dick as he advanced into the most forbidden place. It was painful, but he didn't care. It would be the best he'd ever had even if she was made of razor blades.

His hands dug in deeper to the backs of her knees, keeping her thighs tighter to the side of her body as he pushed forward. Looking down, he could actually see how he was changing their relationship, inch by inch. Like this, she'd be able to savor every part of him, and commit it to memory in detail. "You're tight." he said through his strain, like that was some kind of consolation price, like that's what she really wanted to hear. Or maybe it was just her idiot little brother bragging.

He swallowed when he pulled back after having gotten at least half way in. How deep would she go? What if he bottomed out in his big sister? Would that make him a god? "I'm bigger than Joe." he said. He'd seen the man, defaced and disrobed. And then her baby brother started thrusting into her. The strength in him was ceaseless, and he was willing to take the delight of his burning cock as along as it was her cunt that rubbed him raw. He pulled at her thighs and then pushed them into her sides again, to make her tits jiggled. The cage complained soon, with his rhythm. "You're finally home." he breathed as he stabbed her harder. "And so is my cock."

 

[Blazefighter]

So? Callum prompted her as if seeking her opinion, like an anxious boyfriend who needed comforting from his girlfriend. Or like her baby brother who still desired the appraisal and approval of his big sister. She couldn’t answer him, not when she wanted so desperately to be screaming for him to stop as he began to push his hips forward. The only thing that kept her mind from splintering was the fact that he was forced to take his time. Her back arched upwards as she inhaled sharply through her teeth, her own hiss mirroring his as it was an experience neither would find particularly pleasurable at first.

As his grip tightened on her legs the muscles beneath his hands trembled from being forced back. She was pushed to a point of near discomfort in her joints but any pain she was feeling was nothing compared to the way Cal was tearing into her body. Exactly like she had imaged it would have happened with their father if she hadn’t fled. Even the cut on her hand that still bled felt like nothing as a slow burn began to work it’s way up her spine.

”It hurts.” Her breathless complaint only came after he commented on the tightness of her body. She had been trying to keep quiet, but admitting aloud the pain she was feeling let a whine rumble in her throat as her eyes found his. A silent plea for him to stop, she knew it couldn’t be pleasant for him as he forced his way inside of her.

Cal’s hips drew backwards, pulling himself back was a much easier task for him than pushing into her had been. He assured her that he was larger than their father, a thought Mira didn’t care to think of as Cal already reminded her so easily of that wretched man. When his hips bucked forward it forced the air from her lungs. A sharp pain filled exhale as he worked himself into steady rhythm that was slowly becoming more and more fluid with each thrust.

Her body was naturally trying to make his task easier for the both of them, even if it wasn’t the way he tore into her was going to make her relent whether she wanted it to or not. He used her thighs to help jostle her body though she tightened the muscles in her legs to try and get him to stop. “This isn’t my home.” She ground out the words through gritted teeth as those painful gasps gave way to deeper heavier breaths.

 

[Verse]

There was honesty in her labored biting of air through her incisors. The way her face grimaced around her teeth when he introduced his cock to her meant a lot. He nodded and hummed, as though she had said a full sentence about how much he'd grown since last. She was warm, her temperature was boiling down there, in fact. He swallowed at the way her pussy held on to him, as though he'd invert it by inserting himself, ripping her thighs in with him as he went. But that was part of it, the discomfort of having her inner folds glued to him as he advanced. Such a big moment needed big sensations. She hurt, he hurt. It was the upheaval of their relationship.

She was pretty, laid out and affixed underneath him. This was all his work. He could do anything down here. He could usurp Joe and now he'd taken his big sister as a prize, too. His cock echoed his heartbeats when he went deeper into her, his will and the strength in his hips connected to his legs ever lancing her. He sighed, explosively, when she told him it hurt. He loved it, and nodded as though she had willingly given him a compliment about his manhood. He looked her over. She didn't have a chance, she was served up for him to fuck. Oh, she lost so well. "What hurts, Mira? Tell me what's hurting you?" he offered, wanting her to take the words in her mouth. They wouldn't help her, but her describing and narrating would be gratifying to him.

She gave him such beautiful, shrill music when he started fucking her more evenly. He groaned when he noticed her defense mechanisms adding lubricants to his path inside her. He smiled with his teeth as he continued to rhythmically conquer his sister. "It is now, Mirabeth." he assured her. Prison, home, there was no difference in their family. A soft laugher bubbled in his chest and was cut up on its way past his lips. "There ya go, sis." he mused darkly when he heard her intakes change. He looked down at his cock as he delved into her and retreated with more ease now. Anything her body offered to help was better than nothing at all.

"You like it, don't you?" he asked, mocking, but there was also that little brother hungry for her approval. "It's big but you'll get used to it." that quick sentence was even free from any malice. He quickened his pace inside her, and wouldn't stop now until he was fully sheathed at the furthest ends of his pushes or if he bottomed out in her. His fingers grabbed harder wherr they held her legs now. There was no world where she wouldn't have bruises there, later. His arms extended a bit to let him lean back, and look at as much of her and her pussy taking him as possible.

The lines of shadows from the human under his thin skin were all congregating to show her his inner workings, sinew and muscle, as a flesh-and-malice machine, grinding that piston into her womanhood. "Fuck, Mira, you always had the tightest hugs." he joked, and scoffed amusedly at his own humor, but abandoned the mirth when he dropped his head back at her crushing walls. He responded by fucking her harder, and every time he raised the speed, he didn't go back down. It was a vengeful fuck, and he needed to see how his big sister reacted to it. And if she gave away more of her secret pleasures, he'd change his trajectory to target those angles.

 

[Blazefighter]

Mira did her best to look anywhere but at Cal when her eyes were open, afraid that if she gave him any sort of attention it would only encourage him more. She hated that she couldn’t try and move away from him, that she had to lay there as if it was a choice for her. “Everything hurts Cal, you’re hurting me.“ She answered on her exhale as she groaned. It wasn’t until he mockingly suggested that she was actually liking what he was doing to her that she finally looked at him, the hatred in her eyes was barely contained.

She didn’t want to get used to this, she didn’t want any of this but her opinion didn’t matter. The further he pushed inside of her the more her discomfort grew as her lips parted. Her body tried to pull away, her shoulders rising as she whined. “Stop, stop please. It’s too much.” Her voice rasped as his grip on her legs tightened. It hurt too much and as desperately as she wished to be able to be able to simply let her mind wander and be anywhere but here she couldn’t. She tried desperately but there was no where for her mind to go to.

The tears streamed from her eyes but her sobs were silent, replaced by her desperate need for air. Every thrust inside of her forced that air out of her lungs. The faster his pace the harder it was to even come close to a breath. It almost felt as if the more her body clenched around him in an attempt to force him out of her the harder he responded to her. The rattling of the crate beneath her body was nearly louder than the soft whimpers he forced out of her.

Occasionally Cal would find just the right spot and for just a moment it was like the pain was bearable. She did her best to hide her reactions but there was no stopping the way her hips would twitch in response. It was dragging on for far too long. She had been hoping for it to be a quick finish. “God please, please.” She whispered though the plea didn’t come from a need for pleasure, it was a need for him to just be finished already.

Mira looked away from Cal, her eyes lifting while her eyelids fluttered. Even when Callum found the right spots she wouldn't allow herself to feel any pleasure from it, couldn’t in fact. Instead she focused on the pain, focused on the way he had tore his way into her, forcing her to relent to him. Despite focusing on the pain her body slowly relaxed around him as she slowly grew used to his pace. Despite her desire to remain silent in protest, he continued for force those soft whimpers out of her. Despite how much she hated him for this, he was still her baby brother whom she loved and still abandoned.

 

[Verse]

He liked that he hurt her. To a smaller brother, that'd be flattery any day. But to know that it was his cock that caused her discomfort, now that was bolstering to him as a man. He looked back with mockery when she snapped her attention to him, when he told her she liked it. He mouth grew wider the more of his cock he filled up her cunt. It was like a measurement of how deep her was in her. She used to be able to make him stop, when he tickled her or when he wrested with her, but now he did everything he wanted. He just looked down at how his sister, with her legs spread, had to take his cock. It was an unhealthy boost to his confidence to see his last authority figure be nothing more than something for him to expel his frustrations in.

His lungs filled, proudly, when hers failed her. To have such an effect on her when she'd been unreachable, yesterday. She was right here, body and mind, and he had everything he wanted to take back what he'd lost. To show her what he'd become. And every squeeze of her pussy he interpreted as her body agreeing with him. Women show their affection with their submission, whether their submission is intentional, or not, Joe had told him. He fucked her faster, and he felt as though he could control the air coming out of her mouth. It made him hum with hubris. She might realize her weakness was making him worse.

She begged him, and begging a male while his cock is in you sends a certain message, whether you mean it or not. He noticed when he struck the right places in her, and was focused enough to target them, and drag the head of his cock over them more intently, during his thrusts. He groaned when she gave him a steadier melody of approving, little shrill noises. It was actually quite fetching and encouraging to the bucking male. His cock twitched inside her with excitement.

"There you go, Mira." he said with unstoppable glee. He let go of one of her legs to caress her firmly, harshly, over her cheek and then down her neck. He pushed her jaw up to exposed her throat and turn her skull more to the side, inspecting her, like she was an object he was sticking his cock into and not a person, not the only woman he'd loved his whole life. "You like it now, don't you? You always pretend you don't like something, but I know the faces you make." he hissed between his teeth and let her go, discarding her head because he knew she'd lie.

The hand came back, though, slapping her once. He grunted as though he'd felt it in his cock, he would if it made her pussy contract from it. He fucked her faster, looking for that moisture that would reaffirm what her already knew. That Mira was compatible to him. He kept the pace steady, since it was working. The cage was making even sounds under her. She was so beautiful, strung up on the metal underneath, helpless and served up. "Don't deny it anymore, big sister." he said and made sure to grind the head deeper in her stomach. "Just lean into it and I'll take care of you."

 

[Blazefighter]

As the pain inside of her slowly began to subside Mirabella felt like she was finally starting to reach the point in which she could slip off to some distant place. To be anyone but herself at this moment. If she could just disassociate with what was happening she knew she could survive this. But any time she got closer to feeling her mind slip it was as if Cal noticed it too, his hips thrusting faster into her to a point that she knew she would be aching by tomorrow. He had no intentions of stopping, and she knew he had no intentions of letting her go afterward either, but that didn't stop her from trying to plead with him. The sounds that he drove out of her were only encouraging him, prompting her to bite down on her bottom lip to try and stifle them.

There was a tinge of relief as he released one leg, the throb in her muscles evident as she let her leg fall down to the edge of the cage now that he was no longer controlling it. She gasped as his hand moved instead to her face, to her neck, as he turned her head however he wanted with little resistance from her. She shook her head in denial though he was right, the certain twitches of her brows, the way her lips would part occasionally when he found the perfect spot, there were moments where the pleasure was starting to peek through.

Before she was ready for it his hand found her cheek with a slap, her body lurched, pussy clenching around him while he pace only increased. She had been so focused on her pain, on trying not to feel anything else that she hadn't felt the pressure building in the pit of her stomach. It was as if she were holding on to that last bit of control with every fiber of her being. His soothing words as he ground inside of her were too much for her to handle. The control slipped out of her fingers as her spine arched, her body trying to twitch away as she hit her climax with a loud moan. Humiliation set her face on fire as her head spun. She came because of her baby brother.

Before giving herself time to think her lips parted "I fucking hate you." She couldn't look at him, her eyes dazed as she stared at the far wall. The danger of the words she spoke hadn't sunk in just yet, with how volitile Cal was proving to be that was certainly the last thing she would have wanted to say to him. But the more he pounded away inside of her the more she felt something shattering. He might have killed Joe, but it was clear Joe had killed Callum long before that happened. While her intentions had been to disassociate herself, she found it hard easier to do so to him instead.

This wasn't her brother. Her brother was dead, killed because she had left. Defiantly Mira closed her eyes, clamping her jaw shut and bit down onto her tongue to silence herself. The whimpers and strangled gasps for air were no longer audible as she had to focus her attention on the blood filling her mouth. She refused to give him a sound after he stole an orgasm from her, he got nothing from her other than her venomous words and the sound of her breathing heavily through her nose.

 

[Verse]

He could see that threatening vacancy pull at her attention, how she actively tried to flee from him the only way she could. He had seen it before. Saint sister, offering herself up to take punishment he had earned. Putting herself between Joe and her little brother. These were the eyes she wore then, when it became too much, and everytime she came out of it for just a second, she waste it on smiling at him, to reassure him. Often from this cage. The memories angered him, and it made him target her insides harder, more viciously, and truer, when he saw her trying for that escape. She was his. And this moment belonged to him. It was her lesson. She have better not sleep on it. And it was so delicious to punish her, even when she tried to quiet her own part in it, so she couldn't make it worse for herself, or make it better for him.

Her leg didn't uselessly try to defend her. Didn't kick or stomp. He liked that. Showed either resignation, compliance or participation. Whether she did it intentionally or not, her body would remember that it had one of its weapons back, and even through her exhaustion, she'd not chosen to use it. Eventually that kind of thing would come to haunt her, or it would add up to some kind of obedience. He grinned down at her as he looked at her face. It was so clear, those small expressions and clues that his sexual prowess was winning over her disdain over being fucked by her little brother. He wanted to show her it didn't really matter what she thought was proper or not. If he betrayed her, her body betrayed her. He would take everything from her.

He could see it as it was building. His manic eyes were vigilant on her showing him exactly where her weaknesses were. He knew his sister's pussy now. He knew the low of her stomach. She couldn't fathom that she was at risk for it, and she still fought it. It didn't matter. Her monster of a sibling stalked out her good places, and stabbed at them relentlessly. If she was even remotely human, she would have to succumb eventually. And when it started in her, he focused, greedy to show her who he was by ruining her. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, when Beth came undone on his cock, tied to the cage under her. Whatever bolstering of his god-like ego hadn't been done by the death of their father, the orgasm of his big sister supplied him.

He was going to say something triumphant. Tease her like only a little brother could. Though the quaint dynamic would be eschewed here, in the basement that had seen one murder, and now the death of her dignity and self control, as well. But before he could jab with his words, she slice him with hers. She was raw from having her rapture ripped from her, and he gritted his teeth in less satisfaction, and more in loathing now. "Fuck you!" he shouted, frothing shrapnel from his spit raining down on her. He bucked against her to dispel the hateful energy she'd conjured with her cruel statement, fucking her harder and slamming his free hand down on the cage beside her. He was, for a moment, unhinged.

And his cock got as violent as he wanted to be. It ignored the placed it had learned in her and rammed solely against her cervix, as though he wanted to break into her womb. His other hand also let go of her leg and both of them slapped around her throat. What did he know, maybe Beth liked being choked out as her cunt was being beaten within an inch of its life. He lifted her head by the hold and slammed the back of it down on the cage, that admittedly had some give. "Yeah? You hate me, huh?" he hissed at her. "Let's see how much use I have for you with that fucking attitude."

 

[Blazefighter]

Mira didn't realize what had come out of her mouth, not until Cal was shouting at her, her body naturally flinched, though it was the spittle that hit her that brought her to realization. "Cal wait!" Her voice was nothing more than a panicked screech before his hand came down beside her head. She swallowed the blood in her mouth quickly as she tried to rip her arms free, tried to hook her knee against his hip to force him back, as the terror returned to her eyes. "Callum, I didn't mean it! Please I'm-" Her words were cut off as her back arched sharply, a scream of pain echoed off of the walls of the basement as Cal lost the reason to even try and care if she might feel pleasure.

Her leg kicked feebly for any sort of hold as she tried to pull her body away before even her screams were choked out as Cal let go of her leg to wrap both of his hands around her neck. As her air was cut off, the kicking of her legs became more desperate, terrified that she was about to become Cal's next victim. She wrenched her arms violently, not caring about the way the zip tie cut through her flesh. She could deglove her hand for all she cared, the need to claw Cal's hands from her neck was far more important than the blood dripping through the cage. Mirabella coughed as she tried to gasp for air, her eyes pleading with him as he picked her head up just to force her right back down.

If it wasn't for the fact that the old cage bowed under the weight, she knew she probably would have lost consciousness. She would have much rather had that happen, honestly. The pleading look in her eye was replaced with her being dazed as her struggling slowed, her eyes fluttered during the impact but the beating her body was taking kept her from slipping away. She tried to shake her head, no, to tell him she didn't hate him, but even just the slightest movement of her head sent a fresh shock of pain through her temples. As she slowly came back around, the fight returned to her as she kicked with both of her legs, trying to pull them up enough to cut off Cal's movements.

She could feel the pressure building in her head as Callum choked her, her face turning red and her spine arching with the desperate need for air. Please, please! She begged silently as her tears ran free. By the time her vision began to swim her legs slowly began to still around Cal, her struggle through her body ebbing away with her consciousness as the edges of her vision darkened. A cold realization swept over her at that moment; she would die in this basement at her brother's hands, and he probably wouldn't even care. She had so many things she regretted in her life, and most of them were all things that were out of her control. She had thought she regretted coming back home to Yareli, but in truth, she had been looking forward to it.

As her body slowly began to still under Cal her mind slipped off. How different could their lives have been if she had taken him with her that night? He was just down the hall from her, it would have been just as easy to slip him out of the house as it had been for her. She should have protected him better. She should have been there to take care of him when he needed her most. She could have stopped him from killing Joe, she could have stopped him from becoming who he was today. The shame and guilt that washed through her was far worse than the pain that was practically branding her body. In her darkened vision as she tried to look up at him, it wasn't Cal, but Joe she was looking up at. He had molded his son to be an exact replica, even in death.