Page 3 of Unhinged Cain

“When I talked to you earlier, you said you had a girl, and I said I was in the mood to fuck her shit up. Then you said you were working on her already, but there would be some left if I hurried. I thought that meant we were going to share. You know, you’d take one end, and I’d take the other.” He thrust his hips forward while he made grunting noises.

“Oh, is that what you meant,” I said and smirked. “You do know that it sounded to me like you wanted to physically fuck her shit? I did save you what came out of her ass if you’re interested in that.” I pointed to the container holding large quantities of Heather’s feces. “But, I never said I was going to wait for you. Why do you always continue to see if you can manipulate me? You do understand what a hyperthymesia memory means, right?”

Abel waved his hand in the air dismissing the argument, then screwed up his face as he glared at the plastic container.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I don’t want to fuck her shit. That’s just crazy.”

I stared at my brother and wondered if he recognized the irony of his statement, but he didn’t seem to, so I let it go. Abel shrugged as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, which pulled his jeans further down his body. There was nothing like looking like ‘you’ve crapped your pants’ as a style choice.

“I just like to see if you’re on your game,” he said.

“Right. How about you be clearer next time? She’s still warm if you want to fuck her. She was good at begging, but she didn’t have much talent. I doubt you’ll get much engagement now, though,” I teased and smirked as Abel rolled his eyes.

“If you hadn’t taken her eye, I woulda, you selfish prick. She looks like a cyclops now. It’s creepy.” Abel walked around Heather, whose legs were splayed open on my work table, and I knew that Abel was still considering the idea.

I preferred blood, whereas my brother only required a hole. Where that hole was didn’t really matter to him.

“Fuck it, why not,” Abel suddenly said and whipped his T-shirt off over his head.

My lips curled up in amusement and then fell again as I stared at his chest. Marching a few strides toward my brother, I poked him in the chest with enough force to make him step back.

“What the fuck is that,” I growled as I pointed to the tattoo across his chest. “Scrub the P? Are you fucking serious?”

Abel smiled wide, running his tongue along his teeth. “It’s fucking sexy right?”

“No, not right. I should slit your fucking throat. Now I have to get the same fucking thing.”

“Only if you promise to fuck my throat after.” Abel waggled his tongue at me as my body shook with the barely contained rage.

These were the moments when I needed to remind myself he was my brother and was purposely trying to get under my skin. He took it as a personal challenge to enrage me since I was ninety-nine percent of the time unflappable. Being a clinically diagnosed psychopath had many advantages, but as my hand curled into a fist, I had to remind myself that I didn’t want to kill him. The urge was strong, but it was the look in his eyes daring me to attack him that ultimately made me step back.

“No more, I mean it. I already have this fucking Joker clown on my neck from you and an angel riding the devil on my ass that I didn’t want. You’d think that if you were going to get tattoos, you’d at least get something half decent.” I marched away from Abel before I reconsidered slitting his throat.

“Aw, come on, that one is hot. The girl has big titties, and I even got him to put blood dripping from her pussy. What more could you want?”

I cleaned my blade, keeping my back to Abel as I waited out the impulse to kill him. “You get another one without passing it by me, and I will return the favor.” The rag dangled from my fingers as I turned around, pleased with my threat.

Abel sucked his teeth, and I almost grabbed the scalpel and threw it at his head. “Don’t be an ignorant fuck. You know I don’t tolerate it.”

He rolled his eyes. “What kind of tattoo?”

“I’ll think on it, but it will be something you hate, something that would make you want to cut off your fucking dick, and that’s exactly where I’ll put it.”

“Nothing could make me want to do that,” he said.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare me, Abel. I’m thinking little pieces of black licorice or a Care Bear…no, I got it, a cobra, and every time you stare at your fucking cock, it will look like a cobra hissing at you.” I smiled at my brother’s horrified face. “That way, if you don’t cut it off, you’ll have to see that image expand every fucking time you get hard, and it will stare at you whenever you stroke Abel Junior.”

Abel froze mid-motion as he climbed onto the table with the woman, or what used to be a breathing woman. “You wouldn’t?”

“Test me, brother, and see what happens. Also, since you seem intent on having fun, you can clean the body and scrub the room down. I’m heading out.”

“You’re not staying? I came over to hang.”

“Bullshit, you came over to worm your way in on my kill and get your dick wet.” I looked at the dead woman and thought for a moment. “I guess she won’t be wet now, but I have lube in the drawer if you like.”

Abel smirked. “You’re just as much of a sick fuck as I am, Cain, but it’s why I love your crazy ass.”

“Mmhmm, I’m sure. Look on the bright side. Now you can sing your stupid pussy song the entire time without me punching you in the face.”