Twisted Incest [Me & Draith]

[Devious Slave]

>>>>> Pixie

<<<<< Drake​

Pixie had a hard life growing up having a brother there for a few years and then him totally disappearing and her not knowing where the hell he was. After he left her life got a fucking load of a lot worse. You see their father took them out at night one at a time or sometimes on the same night. He would pick a girl as his victim and let them watch him rape her beat her and then kill her right in front of their eyes. Her brother started to see this at age two and her it was starting at age five. After her brother had left though it wasn't the same and it just got worse every day and every night. Her father molested her and kept her in the house he never let her even get near a window. Then he started making her kill the girls that he raped and beat and when she didn't he would hold the gun to her head and say "If you don't kill her then you will be killed instead and she will replace you". Every time her father said that it pissed her off more then hell itself. She took the gun and shot the girl dead not even giving a fuck that she had just killed an innocent person that wasn't even wanting this. She didn't know what was right and wasn't right. Her father had raised her into a killing machine a emotionless killing machine. If you looked at her she would glare or if you did something she didn't like she would most likely go berserk and attack you. Any looks or any gestures she would do anything to get rid of you and make her life much more easier.

You see she was molested and taught to kill by her own father until the age of 11 and now she was in a mental asylum for patients like her. She was no sixteen and a lot of her personalities haven't showed yet and wouldn't unless someone said the right phrase or gave her the right look. Her father was killed when she was eleven and her mother ran off so she was put in foster care. Her name was changed and she got tossed from home to home and when she killed one of the family's at the age of 13 she was put into the mental asylum to try and train her mind to keep her safe from people who could use her to do bad deeds and even control her. No one knew of exactly what happened to her cause their were no records on her. Her and her brother where born at home and were kept at home no one even knowing that they even existed. Now her brother was back for her and in the same place but she didn't yet know he was her brother. He was just a guard here at the mental asylum that tricked the other patients and nurses to letting him in with her alone. He did the same stuff as her dad and she was drawn to him cause she needed that control over her. She needed someone who could control her to their whim and will.

Right now she was in her room strapped to the bed since she had just got out of control and they had drugged her. She was groggy and she didn't know exactly who was here in the room with her or who was even outside. She heard faint noises and she whimpered jerking and pulling at the straps that kept her pinned to the bed. Her legs, her waist, her wrists, and her neck had a leather strap over them so she couldn't even get away. Opening her eyes she looked to the side it was like she was in a dream or somewhere. Everything was so calm and so slow that it just seemed like she wasn't even there. Whimpering again she jerked at the straps trying to figure a way to get out of this place and be free. Looking to the door the same man that had done what her father came in and she got a look in her eyes with mixed feelings. It looked like she was excited, terrified, loving, and something else no one could figure out. It instantly came out "Daddy!!". She struggled more at the straps jerking and trying to get free and trying to actually get to him. Everyone else in the room looked at her and tried to calm her down but nothing was helping. They were getting out yet another needle to calm her down and she gave them a dangerous glare as well as a deep growl that came from deep down in her throat "Get the fuck away from me if you know what's fucking good for you..I can kill you all in an instant..remember you know nothing of me..so get the fuck away". They all backed away and looked scared of her. Anyone would feel the anger coming off from her and then when she looked back at the guy it changed to loving and wanting to be either held or her to be able to cling to him "Daddy!! Please let me go!!".

 

[Draith]

Drake stood in the padded cell that was Pixie's home. He was a well built man, not particularly beefy but far from a push over, after all he was an orderly at the Pinewood Institution for the Mentally Insane. His name badge read George, it was a fake name, it was however the name of their father. It was part of his twisted way of tormenting Pixie and bringing back memories. He watched as the others began to scatter as she pulled at the restraints and threatened them. God, they are scared of her and she is as helpless as a limbless cat, stay away from its mouth and your going to be fine he thought.

Reaching for the tazer baton at his side, he pushed the tip into her stomach and engaged the electrical discharge for two seconds. "Rick, if you are going to freak out get the fuck back to A wing and do your rounds before Betty thinks your slacking." yelling at the other orderly, he then looked to Natalie the nurse in charge of restraining Pixie and medicating her "How many threats have you had this week, shit, she is strapped down tight, the only way she is getting free is if you unstrap her." The nurse truly was jumpy, of course, the nurse was self-medicating through a flow of illegally obtained drugs. "Hand me the fucking syringe before she comes to and decides your her mother "

Drake was putting a good act on, as a sociopath like his old man, he did not feel emotions, he was however good at mimicking them and acting according to how he was expected to act. This anger was nothing, it was an act. His sister on the other hand was something different, she was not devoid of emotion, not totally, she was quite petty and jealous still, no matter, she was his sister, and only she could hope to understand him as a whole.

Taking the syringe from Natalie, he moved up to the strapped down Pixie and held the needle to her arm "Go back and do your paperwork, if you cant handle the troublesome patients stick to therapy with the docile ones." Watching them all leave and close the door behind them, he was left with Pixie, alone. Looking down to Pixie now that he was alone with her "Want to play a fun game first, or do you want to sleep?" smiling sadistically down to her, much like his old man did whenever he taught the two of them twisted games or means of killing, torturing or simply causing pain to others.