A Taste Of Sin Awakening Her Darkest Desires

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains violence, abuse, dubious consent, stalking, murder, alcohol and drug use, bondage, and other scenes that may be triggering to some readers. Reader discretion is advised, and if you're willing to go forward, then take it all like the good girls and boys that you are.

[Tabitha’s POV]

I take in the room around me, trying to figure out why I'm here instead of my own room. It was all too familiar and left me with a rapidly growing fear because I knew exactly what was to come, and no matter what I did, nothing would change.

"Brother," I whisper, throwing the gray-down comforter that is wrapped tightly around me off as my heart begins to pound in my chest. "Brother!"

Feeling sick, I go crashing to the ground due to the comforter wrapping around my ankles like a hand that is determined to stop me from going to where he is, where they are, where a scene that should only be in horror movies awaits me.

Kicking the fabric off, I scramble up and make my way across the cold, dark room until I reach the door.

"Brother!" I repeat, pushing it open and scurrying into the destroyed hallway. "Brother, please answer me!"

As I move, glass cuts into the soft flesh of my feet from shattered picture frames that line the floor. Their contents are ripped to shreds, and it’s clear the ones who destroyed them had a vendetta, but back then I didn't know why. However, now I know, and I wish I had known at the time so that I could have helped prevent what was to happen.

When I reach the stairs, I hear the scene that is unfolding down below and stop dead in my tracks, though I know that I should continue to move fear grips at me like a fist threatening to squeeze all the courage I have left out of me.

Shouts and shrieks fill the air, along with crashing and the cracking of wood from the fight that is going on between my brother and the creatures that were responsible for taking everything away from me. This is enough to spur me into motion once more.

Bracing myself, I begin to take the stairs two at a time until I reach the bottom floor, where the living room is a mess with destroyed tables and overturned chairs and a couch that is shredded to bits and covered in blood.

"BROTHER!" I scream, rushing into the kitchen, where I find him in the arms of a large man with glowing red eyes and pale skin that allows me to see each and every vein beneath it.

As I enter, he locks his gaze with mine and lets a smile spread across his lips, revealing his long canines.

"Oh, look," he cackles, tightening his hold on my brother. "Your little sister has woken up. It seems that we were too loud."

"Tab!" my brother breathes, revealing his blood-filled mouth. "Why?"

As I take him in, I find that his body is battered and bloodied, but even in what I was sure was an immense amount of pain, he tries to act strong.

"Brother!" I repeat, attempting to move forward only to be stopped by arms wrapping around mine and lifting while I begin to kick in an attempt to break free. "LET HIM GO!"

"How sweet!" the one holding my brother laughs. "How fitting for your little sister to see just how weak and pathetic you are," he continues. "Here you tried to play the diligent protector, but in the end you failed."

With wide eyes, I watch as the man pulls his arm across my brother’s neck, letting it slide along the skin there until his long claw-like nail runs across his skin, slicing deep into his throat.

His eyes grow wide as blood spurts from his lips, and the man leaves him to crash to the ground while he gasps for air.

"NO!" I shriek, watching in horror as my brother begins to bleed out while I’m left helpless. "STOP! PLEASE STOP!"

"Don’t worry," the man holding me purrs. "Soon you will be joining him."

Right, they didn’t come to just kill my brother; they came to kill me too because I was just as much of an abomination as him.