Gemini: A Psychological Horror

by Stuart Keane

  Our baby has come of age … already. Well, nearly.

  How do you mean?

  That.

  What?

  Look in the fucking mirror, fucktard.

  Odette glanced at her reflection once again, and smiled. However, she didn’t see the smile, she only felt the muscles twitch and form on her face, and felt the hot air caress her teeth, hidden by the mask she now wore. Reaching to the sides of her face, she gently peeled Mike’s fragile skin from her hot flesh, revealing her own flawless complexion, one now coated in a slick film of blood. She lifted Mike’s skinned face from hers, watching as the flesh flopped and wrinkled in the air, and placed it in a small jewellery box beside her. Flattening it out, she made sure it was staring up at her before closing the lid. Glancing at the mirror one more time, she flicked a chunk of bloody gristle from her cheek. It landed on Mike’s unmade bed beside her.

  That. Keeping trophies is how the greats get caught. Going to the victim’s house is how you get caught.

  I know. I just couldn’t resist. There’s something truly sensual about enjoying someone else’s space, especially a dead person’s. And, well, if I’m going to enjoy the remains of his body, it might as well be here.

  We’ll allow it the once. Going forward, you follow my every word, got it?

  Odette nodded. She wiped her slippery chin and licked the finger clean, tasting Mike’s blood. A memory of childhood came back to her, a vivid recollection where she had placed a two-pence coin in her mouth. The taste of the coppery blood shot her back in time for a split second, twenty-three years, to a stark reminder of that moment.

  She said nothing as she swirled her tongue around the inside of her mouth, and stared into the glass.

  Good.

  I’d better text Shay, see how she’s getting on.

  It can wait a while. Enjoy your victory. Soak it in, you deserve it.

  You’re the boss, Odette thought.

  As she bit a chunk of fried flesh from Mike’s severed forearm, the blistered skin crackling between her teeth, she swiped her phone and found the text app. She composed the text, a huge smile peppered with human flesh and muscle stretching across her face.

  I can’t wait to tell her. Shay’s going to love this.

  XIII

  Shay looked around the room as she lay on her side, consciously aware of what was happening around her, but unable to muster any exertion to pull herself up from her slump. She felt a sliver of warm dribble ooze from the side of her mouth and slowly trickle down her cheek as it pooled on the floor below her face.

  From the other side of the room, Trent made his reappearance, now dressed in nothing but a pair of PVC shorts that contained a throbbing erection; the material bulged and threatened to give way under its own duress. His body was lissom and sculpted, with a well-defined chest and slim waist. A large tattoo of the grim reaper decorated his right shoulder. In his left hand he carried a bottle of champagne. Shay vaguely recognised it from their earlier drinking.

  He took a deep swig from the bottle, allowing some of the frothy contents to spill from his mouth. It swam down his chin and, something she now noticed, his horribly scarred chest. He rubbed it into the damaged skin with his right hand. Shay saw one of the wounds separate, and a steady stream of blood dribble out from the fresh cut. It dribbled over his abdomen muscles, leaving a red smear in its wake.

  Trent noticed the blood and laughed, his tone full of malice. He yanked at the pendant on the thick chain that hung around his neck. He held it aloft, and from her position on the ground, Shay spotted the light reflecting off the pendant from the overhead lights.

  A razor blade.

  He dangled the blade above his face, the chain wrapped around the fingers of his right hand. He watched the object, totally mesmerised as it hung before his face for a few brief moments, before opening his mouth. Slowly, he lowered the blade into the open maw, suspended by the chain. He closed his lips around the steel and let the blade wash around inside his mouth, before opening the orifice once more and pulling the makeshift pendant from within.

  He took another large swig from the bottle, and turned to face the two women, his gaze fleeting between the two. Shay spotted a slim trail of alcohol mixed with blood slowly dripping from his chin.

  Slipping the chain around his neck once more, he smiled and addressed the two fallen women.

  “Well, well, well. So what are we going to do with you two little beauties, eh?”

  He stepped forward so that he was standing in the middle of the room between them. He pointed the tip of the champagne bottle towards Shay and then back towards Michelle in a rocking motion.

  “Eeny, meeny, miney, moe.”

  He stopped as the tip of the bottle was pointing towards Michelle. From her fallen position, Shay could only see the back of Michelle’s head, and didn’t have a clear view of her face.

  Trent stepped towards her, taking another swig from the bottle.

  “Ah, Michelle, it seems that you will be the first.”

  Michelle didn’t respond.

  He looked over at Shay, a lecherous grin twisting his face into something sinister.

  “Don’t you worry, my lovely. I won’t forget about you. It’ll be your turn next.”

  Kneeling down beside Michelle, he clicked his fingers in front of her face.

  “Earth to Michelle. Can you fucking hear me?”

  The woman didn’t respond.

  “Fuck me, that new gear is potent. You’d better liven up a little. It’s no fun if you’re not willing to scream along.”

  Hooking his fingers in the waistband of Michelle’s trousers, he proceeded to drag her away from the main living room, towards the open kitchen area and around a corner, out of view.

  Shay lay still, attempting to move, an effort that took sheer determination and strength. Her body simply wouldn’t respond to her request.

  Come on, just move it.

  You fucking have to. This nut job is going to kill you both otherwise.

  The irony of the thought wasn’t lost on her.

  She attempted to shift again, by trying something as simple as wiggling her big toe. Nothing. She lay still for a moment, trying to concentrate and gather some lucidity in her thoughts. Her whole body felt numb. Her mind was a complete haze, it felt like she was dreaming yet awake. She struggled to comprehend it.

  A few moments later, she heard the distant sound of bare feet slapping on tiled flooring and Trent appeared from around the corner, now totally naked. Blood continued to ooze from the cut across his chest and spatters of dried, crusty claret adorned his neck. He paraded the largest penis that Shay had ever seen.

  In any other circumstances…

  He approached and stood over Shay, leering at her prone, semi-clad body while stroking his engorged penis gently in his right hand. From this angle, he looked demonic, evil.

  “You caught my eye as soon as I saw you downstairs. Let’s get the formalities out of the way with that other piece of meat, then you and I can take our time. I hope you enjoy a little pain. I thriiiive upon it.”

  Grabbing her left ankle firmly, he grunted and started to drag her in the direction of the kitchen. Shay couldn’t feel any pain from the man’s tight grip around her ankle, but she could feel his vice-like grip. Her arms automatically began to flail behind her head like a cadaver being dragged along the floor.

  He continued dragging her along, his feet once or twice losing traction on the tiled floor. As they rounded the next corner, he dragged her into another room decorated completely in large, white tiles. The scent of recently used disinfectant hung in the air. As they entered through the door, Trent dragged Shay to the side and leaned her against the wall. He let go of her ankle, which fell to the tiled floor with a smack. Her head flopped to the side.

  Inside the room, she spotted the idle body of Michelle slumped against the opposite wall. Her eyes stared vacantly at Shay, like a lifeless, macabre doll. Her chin and shoulders were matted with her thick,
damp brown hair. To the far left of the room sat a large rectangular hot tub built into the floor. The device was almost the size of a small swimming pool, and frothed with the water bubbling away steadily inside.

  Trent walked over to Michelle and gave her a backhanded slap around her left cheek. The woman didn’t respond.

  Visibly frustrated by Michelle’s lack of reaction, Trent grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking her head upwards. With his other hand, he guided his erect penis inside her open mouth, then began frantically thrusting his hips, forcing himself deep into her throat. The woman began to gag, although she had no control over her body.

  He threw his head back in ecstasy and groaned. “Now, that’s more like it,” he cheered as he continued to gyrate violently. Shay watched as Michelle’s face bowed to a sickening angle, and was surprised that her jaw didn’t dislocate itself under the pressure.

  After a few moments, Trent withdrew his penis and shoved her violently aside. She tumbled sideways, her cheekbone hitting the solid floor with a sickening crack. She didn’t even murmur as white dribble oozed from between her lips. Taking a few steps towards the hot tub, he collected the champagne bottle from where it rested on a glass table next to the steps.

  He took another long swig.

  “Goddamn gear! That head case, Kyle, has gotten his hands on stuff that is no good. I may as well be fucking a couple of corpses.”

  He took another pull from the bottle before replacing it next to the hot tub.

  Turning his attention back to Michelle, he slowly approached her again, continuing to pleasure himself slowly with his right hand.

  He smiled. “Well, seeing as I have you here, I may as well make the most of it.”

  Grabbing Michelle by the wrist he dragged her towards the hot tub. Hooking his hands underneath her armpits, he struggled to drag her into the water. After a few seconds, he managed to tilt the top half of her body over the edge of the tub. He repositioned himself so that he grabbed her legs near her ankles and threw her over the side. Hot water splashed up the sides of the wall tiles as her body submerged itself with a loud plop.

  Trent laughed and climbed into the water behind her, and continued manhandling her body so that she was slumped forward over the side of the tub. He pushed her forward so that the majority of her body weight left her suspended over the rim. Lifting her rump into the air, he left her bending forwards so that her body hung over the side of the hot tub, her rear end facing him, totally exposed.

  Shay watched on as the woman’s face slumped forwards, her arms and hair hanging downwards dripping water onto the tiled floor beneath. Trent continued to stroke his throbbing penis whilst staring at the woman’s rear. Leaning over the side, he grabbed the champagne and tipped up the bottle, pouring the remnants over Michelle’s lower back and pert buttocks.

  He licked his lips, the remaining coppery taste of blood remaining in his mouth. “I’m hoping that’s going to be enough lube, Michelle. I’d hate to have to go in dry.”

  Guiding his huge, erect penis forwards, he slowly but forcefully inserted the tip into Michelle’s exposed anus. He began thrusting his hips back and forth in a rocking motion as he cruelly fucked her. He threw his head back in frustration as he attempted to pump his penis fully into her, but however hard he tried, due to its size, he couldn’t get any more than just a few inches inside.

  He screamed again. “Fuck you, bitch!” He threw an overhand, clumsy punch that connected with the back of her skull. Her expressionless face bounced off the side of the hot tub with a thud.

  Pulling himself back out of her, he looked around, frantically searching for something to use. He spotted the champagne. Grabbing the bottle by the neck, he smashed it against the tiled wall. An explosion of shattered glass rained down into the hot water and across the bathroom floor. The broken half of the bottle still gripped in his right hand, he thrust the jagged edge forwards into Michelle’s exposed rear and twisted violently to the right. The sickening sound of sharp glass tearing through soft flesh was almost drowned out by the bubbling water in the hot tub.

  He yanked at the bottle, withdrew it from the woman and tossed it across the bathroom where it hit the floor with a clunk and slid towards Shay. It stopped about six inches from her face. A slither of thick red and brown liquid dripped to the floor and began to pool. Shay stared, the realisation of her situation beginning to set in, and that’s when she felt it.

  Her left foot moved.

  Trent totally ignored her as he thrust his erection forwards into the gaping wound that he had created in Michelle. Blood rapidly gushed from the wound, mixing immediately with the frothy hot water in the tub. The water darkened, and from Shay’s slumped position, it looked like Trent was standing in a pool of bubbling blood. He laughed as he continued to pound at her from behind. Leaning forwards, he grabbed a fistful of Michelle’s wet hair and pulled her head towards his, whispering in her ear, mocking her.

  “Well, I must admit, this is something that I’ve never tried before. Every hole’s a goal, right? Between you and me, I quite like it.”

  He continued thrusting inside her, captivated by the mixture of dark blood seeping from the ragged wound, mesmerised as it slathered over his engorged penis and toned abdomen. Trent laughed, totally oblivious as Shay began to drag herself towards the broken bottle at the other end of the bathroom.

  She continued to move forwards, inch by inch, dragging herself forwards by her fingertips. Her body was beginning to respond to her thoughts, but she was still slow and lethargic. She slowly moved her hand forwards and wrapped her trembling fingertips around the neck of the broken bottle. She waited for a few seconds before attempting to push herself up from the floor. Her arms shook from the effort, but she managed to sit herself upright. Wobbling, and with her vision still shaky, she looked down at the broken bottle in her hand, and then back to Trent. He was totally engrossed in his current carnal activity. Shay couldn’t see Michelle’s face beneath her soggy hair, but her body had begun to turn extremely pale, it looked like she was beginning to bleed out as Trent continued to pound the ragged hole in her.

  Sick fuck.

  Unsteadily, she dragged herself to her feet, her ankles wavering beneath her unsteady weight. She stood unevenly, swerving from side to side, and held the bottle out in front of her. After a few moments, Trent heard a noise and snapped his head around. His eyes locked on hers.

  He smiled, his face full of vehemence. He turned to face her, slimy red and brown liquid spooling from his still erect appendage and into the bubbling water. Michelle’s prone body didn’t move an inch.

  Trent looked at the bottle, then back to Shay. “And just what do you think you’re going to do with that?”

  Shay didn’t respond, she continued to hold out the bottle in front of her with a shaky hand, her first and only line of defence.

  “If you think you’re going to hurt me, little girl, you’re very much mistaken. I’m all about the pain.”

  Arching his left leg, he placed his foot on the ladder and stepped out of the hot tub. Not the slightest reaction came from him as his bare foot stepped onto the shards of scattered glass that littered the floor. Pulling his other leg from the tub, he placed the foot down firmly onto broken glass. He took two steps forward slowly, loud crunches filling the air, leaving stark bloody footprints on the tiles.

  Shay held the broken bottle upright, but he simply smiled and continued to approach.

  Gathering all the strength she could muster, Shay thrust forwards with the bottle, aiming at the man’s throat. The clumsy attempt was almost sidestepped, and the bottle hit Trent in the shoulder, throwing him around and pushing him off balance.

  Shay turned and attempted to run, her drugged body managing nothing more than a drunken swagger. Her foot slipped as she made her way towards the door and back into the kitchen area. A quick look over her shoulder confirmed her fear; Trent was immediately in pursuit, despite his wounded feet.

  Stumbling into the kitchen area, she c
ollided with the sink and slipped a knife from the nearby wooden block, turning just at Trent ploughed into her at full velocity. She stumbled backwards onto the kitchen floor, the man falling on top of her, crushing the wind out of her lungs. She struggled to get prime position as his erect penis poked at her leg.

  Shay suddenly felt the pressure around her throat increase and the airways block up as Trent squeezed his hands tightly around her throat. She struggled to breathe, her face began to turn blue, and her eyes threatened to burst from their sockets. Shay could feel the pressure building inside her cranium as the blood flow was restricted to her brain; she had to act before she passed out. Moving her hand, and managing to lever the knife to the right hand side of Trent’s face, she struck upwards with as much strength as she could muster.

  The tip of the blade thrust itself through the skin at the base of Trent’s chin. Shay continued with the upwards pressure, driving the steel through teeth, flesh and muscle. Despite the knife slicing into the lower section of his jaw, Trent continued his grip around Shay’s throat. Warm blood sluiced from his mouth and began to drip onto her face and into her eyes.

  With one last effort she drove the handle of the knife further forwards, right up to the hilt. An eruption of blood exploded from the man’s open mouth along with a low, guttural groan. After an agonising squeak of metal against enamel that made Shay cringe, Trent released his hold of her neck, falling forwards and hitting the kitchen floor beside her face first with a wet thump.

  Shay took a moment to compose herself, gasping, struggling to take in air. The fallen woman clawed at her own throat as her lungs burned, slowly filling with air once more. After a few moments, she wriggled herself from beneath his dead body and slid herself clear. She stopped for a moment and stared at his dead, naked body as he continued to bleed out, face down on the kitchen floor.

  For perhaps the first time ever, she had just had to fight for her life.

  XIV

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  Not back, or drunk off your arse? Dirty fuckin’ stop out.