My Devil Sister

I laid on my soft mattress, taking in it’s marshmallowy touch. It sucked me in like Cupid in the clouds. The smell of spices danced up the stairs and into my room. Ma was the best cook. She was always teaching me new things in the kitchen. And tonight she was making her famous poor man’s soup. Spiced sausage, perfectly soft potatoes, corn, green beans, and few other things swam in cream of mushroom blended with cream of chicken soup. She added all the right spices to make it a perfect amount of spice. My pit bull started to snore on my lap. Everything was normal. ~that night~ “Reid... Reid... REID!” I woke to my sister yelling at me. I jolted up to see what was wrong. But I only went so far. My wrists and ankles were in shackles. My mother and father sat unconscious on my sofa. “What’s going on? Why are Ma and Pa passed out? Why am I tied up?” I had so many questions but I was cut off by her sinister chuckle. My eyes fixated on her. Her once astonishing flowing blonde hair had been dyed to a raven black with crimson streaks flowing through it. Her hair was shaved on one side of her head. Her nails were long and painted black with skulls printed amongst them. Her eyes were darker. Like she had no soul. Like she lost her soul. “Alia? What happened to you?” I questioned. “Something amazing,” she giggled and picked up Ma and tied her to a rolling chair. She pulled over her experiment table beside Ma. *SMACK* “Wake up, you b***h,” she smacked Ma while cursing at her. As Ma’a eyes opened, Alia picked up the knife and sliced her throat. A few tears fell from Ma’s face as blood pored from her nose, mouth, and throat. “WHAT THE f**k IS WRONG WITH YOU?” My blood was boiling. Steamy tears poured rivers. She just watched me and smiled mechanically. “ARE YOU MENTALLY INSANE?” I screamed my head off at her like it was going to make her stop or something. “No, b***h, I feel perfectly fine,” she licked blood off Ma’s face and watched my anger form into disgust. She just giggled somehow still witchlike. Then she untied the rope from Ma’s corpse and kicked her to the ground. “WHAT THE HELL? LEAVE THEM ALONE!” I pleaded. I felt so defenseless. I felt scared. I just wanted to wake up and Pa would be cradling me. But it’s not a dream, my sister has gone mad. She walked over to Pa and threw his unconscious body into the chair. Tied him up and stabbed him in the gut with a pocket knife. He chocked up blood. And then he saw me. He mouthed ‘it will all be okay’ and began to cry. “LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU f*****g PHYSCO!!” I screeched. She winced at the screech. “You will speak when, and only when, you are spoken to. f*****g tramp.” Alia always had a tint of sass but this was a whole new level. *Spits* I spat on her face, barely missing her eye. “You. f*****g. b***h!” She jabbed me in the leg with the silver killer she had in her hand. I winced in pain and she smiled. She jumped up and grabbed a new weapon. “Oh, Papa. Your princess over there just made your last moments a living hell, didn’t she?” She started laughing and she had to grab her sides from the pain. After she regained focus, she carved out his beating heart from his chest, ignoring all his cries and shouts of pain. And threw the heart at my feet. I just remember crying and screaming, the rest of that night was a blur. ~the next morning~ I opened my eyes and I was in a new location. There were blood stains next to me. I was in a padded room. It was like one of those mentally ill people rooms that are padded to keep the patient safe. I was chained from my neck but my hands were tied behind my back and my feet were in chains to to the wall. I was in scarce clothes that had shreds smothered amongst them. I feel a wincing pain in my side so naturally I look down only to find about 5 small stab wounds. Someone must have stopped the bleeding or something for there were bloody bandages a few feet away and my wounds were starting to scar over. I heard footsteps coming from down the hall so I closed my eyes and tried my best to look asleep if that would even help. “Oh wake up, we watched the camera in your room, we know you are awake.” She threw a bucket next to my feet. “That’s for when you have to go to the bathroom, someone will clean it out at the end of the day.” She threw toilet paper in the bucket. “Have fun figuring it out.” The two men behind her chuckled. “Oh, yes. These fine gentlemen will be hanging out with you today while I’m out with my boyfriend. They have full control of your body and my toys. So don’t piss em off.” She smiled and walked out of the cage and closed the door. I looked at the men and masked my fear. The taller of the two men crouched beside me. He picked up a strand of my long ginger hair. She smelled it. I pulled my head back, removing the hair from his hand. He frowned. But then he stood up and walked back to the other man. He whispered something in the other man’s ear and he left. The taller man walked over to the cameras and shifted them to the side. He walked over to me and ripped off my shirt. Then my bra. “please stop,” I tried to yell at him but only a faint yelp came out. He laughed and rubbed over my breasts. I felt so gross and nothing serious happened yet. I was still a virgin and this goon was stealing my virginity from me in the worst way possible. My cheeks became quickly damp as he pulled down his pants. He pulled down my underwear and slipped under my skirt. He got in my face and whispered, “Just think, if you ever escaped, and that’s a strong if, you are nothing more than a broken slut.” He laughed to himself and resumed what he was doing. I just let my brain take me somewhere else until he was finished. I couldn’t take it. ~that evening~ I awoke to the other man throwing bits of food on my lap. Then the cage door slamming. I shoved the food off my lap. I rather starve than stay here. I intended on not eating anything. The rats around the place could eat my food until I die and no one would ever know I wasn’t eating. Except for the fact that the cameras were fixated back towards me. So I picked up the food ad I could being tied up and pretended to eat, then I just threw the food in small bits behind me. Then I moved a bit away from the wall so the rats could get through. Then I drifted back into a deep sleep. ~a month later~ Every morning I wake up to my sister or one of her men putting a syringe into my wrist. I don’t know why. Perhaps to weaken or drug me, or both. I don’t know, but my schedule has become pretty consistent: I wake up to the syringe in my arm, I eat breakfast (I have to eat for my sister found out and killed the rats and left them in my cage. The smell is awful and now I’m watched while I eat.), then I’m beaten, then she goes out and her goons have fun with me, then they beat me, she comes back and rants then beats me, I eat dinner, I’m beaten, then I eventually fall asleep.”