Page 32 of Unhinged Cain

He rolled his eyes at me and crossed his arms over his chest. “I shared the twins with you, and you don’t give me a call about this one?”

“You were at work, and this one wasn’t on my schedule. She just happened to piss me off enough to warrant some…entertainment for the evening.” Abel crossed his arms over his chest and looked exactly like he was a child as his bottom lip protruded from his mouth. “You do know I’m not mom and dad. That look doesn’t work on me?”

“Come on, man, fair is fair, and you don’t like being in debt to me. This would even shit up.”

He did have a point. The last thing I wanted was to be indebted to my brother. It always led me to do something I really had no interest in doing.

“Fine, you can join in, but I was planning this whole pained scene, so don’t go cutting off too much before I’m done.”

“Always the party pooper. Has she been scrubbed,” Abel asked as he wandered over to the assortment of scrub brushes.

“If you mean, did I clean her pussy, then no. I didn’t fuck her, and before you ask, I’m not going to.”

I leaned over Karen once more and then decided I didn’t want to hear her annoying voice. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard, so I laid down my tool to grab the silver roll of tape. Tearing off a piece, I slapped it over her mouth, and the hysterical screams dulled to a muffled roar.

Abel returned with a brush almost the same size as a toilet brush. He dumped a giant glob of the special cleaner right between her spread legs. The thrashing got worse, and the screams more insistent as she stared at the bristly object.

“You ready, brother?”

“You don’t really expect me to sing that stupid song with you again, do you?”

“Awe, come on, it’s always better with two people.”

“Isn’t it bad enough that I’m going to get that stupid tattoo later today?” Abel just stared at me, and I groaned. “Fine, I’ll sing it.”

“Woohoo! One, two…one, two, three.” Abel dipped the brush into the special cleaning solution and then jammed the large scrub brush on the long handle inside Karen’s pussy with a single thrust. The scream was still loud behind the tape as her back arched against the straps holding her to the table.

“Scrub da puussy. Scrub da, scrub da puussy. Scrub da puussy. Scrub it all day long.” Abel and I paused as he thought about what he wanted the second line to be.

“Ram it in the chubb, chubb, chubb. Ram it in the chubb, chubb, chubb,” Abel yelled and then held his finger up as his voice went up a few octaves. “Chubb, chubb, chubb.”

He pointed his finger down and lowered his voice until it sounded like a tuba. “Chubb, chubb, chubb.”

He continued to work, his arms flexing as he jammed the brush into her so it disappeared and reappeared in time with his singing.

“Oh, scrub da puussy. Scrub da, scrub da puussy. Scrub da pussy. Scrub it all day long.” He finished and raised an arm in the air with the crescendo. “That was awesome. Why hadn’t I thought of that second verse before?”

“Can I get back to what I was doing now?” I picked up my prized tool.

“Such a bore, but fine, just don’t cut up her asshole. I want to fuck it.”

“Of course you do,” I said under my breath as I turned on the music to some classic rock and focused on my task. I ended up having to knock her out for her to be still enough to complete my art. But in the end, she was a masterpiece. It was a shame that no one would see this one, but not every body could be left for people to find. It was simply too dangerous.

I managed to finish the artwork across her stomach before she woke up, and Abel took advantage of fucking her ass. I cleaned my tools and made sure they were still as sharp as ever while Abel and Karen had fun behind me. It was more like Abel was having fun, and Karen was wailing, but her screams would only egg my brother on. If only she’d learn to shut up.

“You look splendid, Karen,” I said as I took my final pictures. “But, I have to say it’s not really a shame that our time has come to an end.”

Her eyes pleaded with me, the word please still coming through loud and clear. Unfortunately for her, I didn’t care how much she begged. There was no guilt, no pull in my gut that said this was wrong. Nor was there a second thought as I slit her throat like we used to do to the pigs and then removed her dull and depressing eyes.

As I finished my final touches, while Abel was working at stuffing his cock back in his pants. “Where do you want to put her?”

I sighed as I stepped back and stared at her body. “She can feed the pigs.”

“Wise choice, brother. I’ll go get the wheelbarrow for this sow,” Abel mocked like this was a big game.

I killed for far different reasons than Abel, so I had to keep the choke collar on his throat and the leash wrapped firmly around my hand. Abel whistled and returned with the large wheelbarrow through the underground passage of the work area.

Abel picked up Karen’s body and tossed it into the wheelbarrow before wheeling it in a circle and heading for the passage once more. I pictured Sunshine in the wheelbarrow, and my hands stilled. The idea didn’t sit well, but I couldn’t explain why. Shaking my head to clear it, I began scrubbing away Karen’s blood.