Despair and Betrayal (Part 5)
(Part five of Despair and betrayal) suitable for people over sixteen and people who knows what incest is. It has just a hint of incest in it, but the whole story is not focused on it.
Despair and Betrayal (Part 5) Chapter Two: Luke: The Voice
Luke Walker watched as the cigarette smoke drifted up to the ceiling and disappeared. He had his arm behind his head, his gray eyes looking ,bored, at the ceiling. Beside him, with her red hair a mess in the white pillows, a naked girl was lying face down under the covers. Luke glanced at the alarm clock. Why isn't the bitch waking up yet? He vaguely considered placing the alarm clock beside the slut's ear, and let it ring until it deafen her ears. Probably wouldn't hurt her anyway. He thought bitterly. As long as her pussy still works, she wouldn't care.
Just like your sister, His inner wise-crack voice added.
Luke ignored it (as usual), and closed his eyes. (Maybe I should just throw the bitch out naked. And let some homo trash her in the streets. She can't complain. I am doing her a favor.)
'Luke?' The slut was finally waking up. She winked at him with her huge brown eyes and slid a hand between his thighs. 'Morning, hottie.'
Luke grabbed her hand and thrust it back at her. 'Go and shove it down someone else's hole.' He muttered. 'Mine isn't available anymore.'
'Oh come on now, Luke.' The slut smiled saucily. 'I will give you a free breakfast.'
Luke raised his hand without hesitation and hit her across the face. His hands made a loud crack as it struck her face, and sounds exactly like-
(The 'crack' when drunken daddy hit little sister. Your cute sister, who was holding her lollipop when drunken daddy 'crack' her face. Dropped the lollipop and began to cry, didn't she, Luke? Didn't even bother to stop Daddy cause you were too busy checking out Hot Mama's bum, weren't you, Luke?'
-firecrackers he used to set off as a child. He heard the slut made a surprised cry and had a mind to hit her again. (Take it easy, Luke. You wanna kill the slut like how you killed your sis? Little sister, who dropped her red lolly when Daddy hit her...Little sister, who you watched through the keyhole when she showered when you found out she was beginning to grow tits. Nice round tits, weren't they, Luke? With nipples like cherries...And she would still be on this earth with her peachy tits if-)
'Shut up!' Luke screamed at both the slut and the Voice. The red-head shut up at once, one side of her face flaming as red as her messed up hair. The Voice grew silent, but Luke it would last only seconds.
'Get out, before I cut your throat.' He said to her.
The slut trembled as she whispered, 'Y-yes, can you throw me my clothes, please?'
'No.' Luke crushed his cigarette butt in the ashtray. (The ashtray, Luke! Remember who gave it to you, Luke? I will give you a tip. She was holding a lollipop when Daddy-) 'Women like you need to hide nothing.' Hell can't she just evaporate?
The red-head sighed, and got out of bed. Then she walked as fast as she could to where her clothes lay and started to put them on right there.
'I am gonna go for a piss, bitch.' He got out of bed. 'When I get back here, you'd better be gone. The cash is in my drawer. One hundred bucks. You don't even worth ten, to be frank.' He walked to the bathroom and shut the door.
He never really like paying whores to give him sex, actually. None of them satisfy him. And he had to pay a load of cash to a bunch of sluts who give bad sex. What a f**king deal, he thought.
(You know why you pay for bad sex, Luke? Because you have never slept with your sister. And you never will, Luke, because she is DEAD. You should probably know, Luke, because you killed her you killed her you-)
'Shut up.' Luke buried his head in his hands.
(How can I, Luke? If I do, you will forget everything and we don't want that, Luke, because if you do you will pretend it never happened but it had happened, Luke. And I am here to remind you remind you and remind you!)
'ENOUGH!' Luke wrenched open the door and ran out like a madman.
The slut was gone. That's good news. I need some air. He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the door
End of Chapter Two: Luke
Luke Walker watched as the cigarette smoke drifted up to the ceiling and disappeared. He had his arm behind his head, his gray eyes looking ,bored, at the ceiling. Beside him, with her red hair a mess in the white pillows, a naked girl was lying face down under the covers. Luke glanced at the alarm clock. Why isn't the bitch waking up yet? He vaguely considered placing the alarm clock beside the slut's ear, and let it ring until it deafen her ears. Probably wouldn't hurt her anyway. He thought bitterly. As long as her pussy still works, she wouldn't care.
Just like your sister, His inner wise-crack voice added.
Luke ignored it (as usual), and closed his eyes. (Maybe I should just throw the bitch out naked. And let some homo trash her in the streets. She can't complain. I am doing her a favor.)
'Luke?' The slut was finally waking up. She winked at him with her huge brown eyes and slid a hand between his thighs. 'Morning, hottie.'
Luke grabbed her hand and thrust it back at her. 'Go and shove it down someone else's hole.' He muttered. 'Mine isn't available anymore.'
'Oh come on now, Luke.' The slut smiled saucily. 'I will give you a free breakfast.'
Luke raised his hand without hesitation and hit her across the face. His hands made a loud crack as it struck her face, and sounds exactly like-
(The 'crack' when drunken daddy hit little sister. Your cute sister, who was holding her lollipop when drunken daddy 'crack' her face. Dropped the lollipop and began to cry, didn't she, Luke? Didn't even bother to stop Daddy cause you were too busy checking out Hot Mama's bum, weren't you, Luke?'
-firecrackers he used to set off as a child. He heard the slut made a surprised cry and had a mind to hit her again. (Take it easy, Luke. You wanna kill the slut like how you killed your sis? Little sister, who dropped her red lolly when Daddy hit her...Little sister, who you watched through the keyhole when she showered when you found out she was beginning to grow tits. Nice round tits, weren't they, Luke? With nipples like cherries...And she would still be on this earth with her peachy tits if-)
'Shut up!' Luke screamed at both the slut and the Voice. The red-head shut up at once, one side of her face flaming as red as her messed up hair. The Voice grew silent, but Luke it would last only seconds.
'Get out, before I cut your throat.' He said to her.
The slut trembled as she whispered, 'Y-yes, can you throw me my clothes, please?'
'No.' Luke crushed his cigarette butt in the ashtray. (The ashtray, Luke! Remember who gave it to you, Luke? I will give you a tip. She was holding a lollipop when Daddy-) 'Women like you need to hide nothing.' Hell can't she just evaporate?
The red-head sighed, and got out of bed. Then she walked as fast as she could to where her clothes lay and started to put them on right there.
'I am gonna go for a piss, bitch.' He got out of bed. 'When I get back here, you'd better be gone. The cash is in my drawer. One hundred bucks. You don't even worth ten, to be frank.' He walked to the bathroom and shut the door.
He never really like paying whores to give him sex, actually. None of them satisfy him. And he had to pay a load of cash to a bunch of sluts who give bad sex. What a f**king deal, he thought.
(You know why you pay for bad sex, Luke? Because you have never slept with your sister. And you never will, Luke, because she is DEAD. You should probably know, Luke, because you killed her you killed her you-)
'Shut up.' Luke buried his head in his hands.
(How can I, Luke? If I do, you will forget everything and we don't want that, Luke, because if you do you will pretend it never happened but it had happened, Luke. And I am here to remind you remind you and remind you!)
'ENOUGH!' Luke wrenched open the door and ran out like a madman.
The slut was gone. That's good news. I need some air. He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the door
End of Chapter Two: Luke
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