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Final chapter.

                You stare ahead, feeling as if someone just cracked you across the skull with a baseball bat, hardly daring to believe what is happening very plainly before your own eyes.  Even harder to scale in your mind is just what the hell happened to your brain in the last ten minutes as Carly very nearly turned you into nothing more than waste product and essential protein for use in her body’s health upkeep before dragging so many subconscious ramblings out of you.

                You had known the potential was there for a long time, but you had refused to acknowledge it, and having it pulled out so roughly into the open with just a few simple strokes of your chest and some rare words of kindness from your sibling keeper was a bit of a mind cluster-fuck.  At this point, it’s hard to say how much of your transition was based on your actual desires and how much was based on Carly’s practically hypnotic ability to get her way, but the point is moot right now.

                Nothing would have prepared you for the sight of Carly’s shirt and sports bra flopping onto the bed where she went down, her stained panties slipping to the carpeted floor.  Gulping, you stare up at your towering cousin Sophie as she calmly lays the discharged taser and chemical compound spray bottle on the dorm room desk before turning around to the door and shutting it behind her for added security.

                “Sophie!  Hey!” you shout out, your voice cracking slightly as you try to process all of this at once with little success.  “How did y-y-you get here?”

                “Don’t worry about it now, Jack.  Everything’s going to be fine.  I’m here to save you,” your cousin says with a warm smile, padding back across the floor toward the bed.  “You don’t have to be afraid ever again, I promise.  I’ll never let a single person hurt you again.”

                “Just… just g-get me out of h-here…” you wheeze, your breath catching in your chest.

                At this request, though, Sophie raises an eyebrow and places both hands on her hips, biting her lip.  “I will, Jack, don’t worry.  I will.  In a minute.”

                The blood begins rushing rapidly to your head and your throat goes dry.  “W-Why?  I n-need help.”

                Sophie’s expression softens.  “I know you do, little guy, and you’ll get it really soon, I swear to you.  We’re going to go on a little field trip.”  With this, your cousin plucks at the abandoned shirt with her thumb and forefinger, lifting it slightly off the bed and looking underneath for your newly shrunken sister.  You swallow hard, your heart rate rising with fear for your damaged goddess.

                “Sophie… listen to me.  I… know you w-weren’t serious when we were t-talking about this before… right?” you whimper, taking  a few tentative steps forward.

                “Of course I was serious, Jack,” Sophie answers simply, barely paying attention to you as she lifts the shirt higher off the bed, discarding it off to the side.  “Heeeere, Carly.  C’mon out, little Carly, I know you’re in here somewhere,” sings your cousin, her attention clearly diverted fully away from you.  “I just wanna talk, you don’t have to be scared of little ol’… well, okay, big ol’ me, but you still don’t have to be scared.  I mean, you could be, if you wanted to, but this is going to be so, so much easier for both of us if you just come out and don’t freak out on me.”

                Your skin begins to crawl.  This is turning bad very, very quickly for all parties involved.  Quickly, you begin dashing toward the place in the bed where Carly disappeared.

                “Sophie, really, LISTEN to me!” you shout as the determined sixteen-year-old’s giant hand comes to rest on the bedspread, grasping at the sheet to pull it aside.  Lithely, you hop aboard without being asked, tugging at her finger politely.  “Please!”

                “Jack, just give me a few seconds, and then we’ll go,” she answers sweetly, plucking you gently from her hand into her other free palm, softly wrapping her fingers around your nude body with some degree of uncomfortable hesitation at having to handle your entire bare body so freely.  “We’ll find you another tissue, too…”

                “Sophie, I’m SERIOUS!  I don’t want you to do something you’re going to REGRET later!  I’m FINE, really, but we need to GO!” you cry with rising intensity.

                “Oh, believe me, Jack,” breathes Sophie heavily as she begins sauntering back across the room with you still in her firm but careful grip.  “What I’m about to do?  There’s not a thing I’m going to regret.  Not a single thing.  Get me?”

                “But… but… you gotta… you gotta think this through!” you breathe, panic-stricken, as Sophie slowly lowers her hand toward her jeans pocket and opens it, allowing you to slip easily into the denim darkness.  You clamber uselessly at the slick fabric sides of your teenage cousin’s pants pocket, desperately hoping for another chance at pleading your case, but you have a feeling it’s already too late.

                You feel some shuffling around for a few more moments before Sophie begins walking, her firm leg pressing through the fabric of the jeans.  You hear the squeak of a hinge, followed by the slamming of a car door a minute later.  The fumbling of jingling keys.  The hum of a car starting up.  The sassy purr of Fergie’s voice on the radio.

                You spend a silent forty-five minutes in your cousin’s pocket in a state of shock, quivering slightly as you feel bumps in the road rock Sophie’s powerful thigh gently.  You swallow dryly a few times, trying to soothe yourself, but it doesn’t do much good.  The mental roller coaster ride you’ve been forced to ride this evening has drained you of just about everything you’ve got.  It’s hard to believe that a mere three hours ago, you were prepared to send your sister to prison if she didn’t comply with your admittedly well-executed blackmail plot.  From there, you went into a state of defeat and release as Carly very nearly swallowed you whole.  This was followed by your total subjugation of mind and body where you promised yourself to your sister now and forever, only to have it all crushed minutes later by the colossal rescue party of your pretty cousin and her apparently empathetic and vengeful tendencies.

                From time to time, in a mindset of thoroughly sour anger and unrequited desire, you wonder how another person would handle this brain-warping hell of an existence you lead.  If logic still holds, you have a feeling they wouldn’t have held out as long.  Idly, you wonder what that makes you.  Strong, for holding out against the physical, emotional, and even sexual onslaught of your unusual prison?  Or just twisted beyond belief for being capable of stepping in and out of your humanity like an outfit, playing the part of someone’s shrunken pet for a matter of years?  A bit of both?  You don’t particularly care at this moment, and you don’t really have time to, as you hear the hum of Sophie’s car stop and the clap of her card door handle twisting to open.

 

                You peer down over the edge of the desk in Sophie’s room at the death drop to the carpet, desperately scanning the area with your eyes for a way down. 

                There doesn’t seem to be any.  For now, all you can do is watch and scream inside your head at your inability to act.

                Sophie sits calmly on the edge of her bed in the middle of her room, her hands clasped politely together.  She stares down at the carpet by her tennis shoes, raising an eyebrow and smiling triumphantly.

                Between her shoes happens to be the naked, trembling form of your now three-inch-tall sister, staring up at her captor with what you imagine must be the same kind of passionate fear you used to look up at Carly with.  You easily recall the raw emotions you experienced the very first time you, in your newly shrunken state, looked up at the towering visage of your then-fourteen-year-old sister as you stood pitifully at the base of her worn-out flip-flops, finding yourself face-to-toe with what would become one of your greatest tormentors over the next five years.  The dread.  The hopelessness.  The realization that, at least physically, every last bit of your control had been handed over to Carly on a silver platter, and you had no say in the matter.  All you could do was stare upward and pray to an apparently deaf God that you would be saved before Carly could grind you into the rippled treads of her immense shoe.

                “So… Carly… honey…” begins Sophie slyly, a sugary-sweet tone coating her voice rather falsely as she glares down at the living doll below her.  “How are we doing down there?”

                You hear nothing from Carly.  All you see is uncontrollable quivering.  Sophie frowns, stroking at her chin and sliding a hand down her rose-colored tank top to smooth out the wrinkles, then opens her mouth slowly, exhaling.

                “Okay, rule number one, girl,” continues Sophie, sarcastically tossing out pet names to her cousin and former friend.  “I talk to you, you have to talk back.  It’s just kind of a courtesy thing.  You respect me, and I’ll give you the kind of respect you deserve.  Don’t… and, well, things get more complicated.  Got it?”

                A moment passes and then, by straining your ears, you hear Carly squeak, “YES!”

                It’s a strange sound to hear.  Undeniably, it’s your sister’s voice, but you cannot remember a time when she sounded so afraid.  You never hear anything but condescension, confidence, and piousness projected from your sister’s sultry vocal chords.  The sound just made, despite belonging to Carly, is incredibly foreign to you.

                Sophie nods, smiling appreciably down at Carly.  It’s a smile not so much of gladness at your sister’s cooperation, but more akin to satisfaction at successfully training a dog to perform a trick.

                “Good girl,” giggles Sophie, driving the point home.  “Now: here’s the deal.  On the way to get you, for a while I actually considered giving you a chance to talk.  I figured it would be fair and all, you know?  Every story has a side, and maybe yours wouldn’t sound so good, but hey, I know you.  You used to be my friend.  You deserve a chance.”

                At this, you see Carly’s shaking momentarily stop.  “Oh, thank God… THANK you, Sophie.  Please, please, just listen to me.  I can explain EVERYTHING, I swear to God, just let me...”

                “ENOUGH!” screeches Sophie suddenly, her face twisting into an enraged frown.  Carly freezes, shocked, before starting to shake again.  “Shut up.  No, like I said.  I was considering it.  But then I remembered what you did to Jack.  How YOU handled things when you found him, all alone on the floor in your house, tiny and scared.  He’d already been through a lot just getting inside.  And… and what did you do?  Did you give him a chance to explain himself?”

                Carly is silent.

                “No.  No, you didn’t,” growls Sophie.  “You just picked him up and turned him into your guinea pig.  He’s… he’s your fucking brother, for God’s sake.  He’s your FAMILY.  And you… you… just m-m-made him…” stutters Sophie, her voice cracking and her eyes watering with tears as she relives the vivid stories you relayed to her earlier about your experience in Carly’s captivity.  “So that’s what we’re going to do for you.  You don’t get to try to tell me what happened.  You’d probably lie, anyway.  No, instead, we’re going to do something different,” hisses your cousin, leaning over closer to the ground and causing Carly to drop to her knees in fear as the humongous feminine face closes in toward her.  Gingerly, Sophie places a hand flat on the carpet directly in front of your sister, tapping her fingers against the fuzzy fabric of the ground.

                “Sophie…” wheezes Carly fearfully.

                “Instead, you’re going to tell me what you’re willing to do,” states Sophie simply, curling the fingers of her hand inward.

                “Willing to… d-do?  For w-what?” stutters your sister, shaking so hard it looks like her knees might give out.

                Sophie nods, biting her lip, and waits a moment without answering.  Then, without warning and without flinching, flicks all her fingers out with great force and speed, catching your sister directly in the chest.  You cry out in shock as you watch the fully stunned and immobilized Carly fling through the air like a ragdoll, landing what looks to you on your scale like twenty feet back from where she started.  You hear Carly scream in pain as she strikes the ground, bouncing once before landing hard again, her arms trembling and probably broken as well.

                So focused were you on your helpless sister tumbling across the carpet that you didn’t even notice as Sophie calmly rose from her bed, walking forward in a crouching position.  You watch as the pained and bruised Carly pushes off the ground, trying to stand up, but your cousin’s gargantuan thumb comes down hard, pinning your sister easily to the carpet.  With the wind already knocked out of her, your sister is no match for the hulking sixteen-year-old’s finger as it kneads at her bare back.  Carly moans in agony, still extremely sore from the painful flight she took across the carpet, as Sophie’s fingers curl unceremoniously around the tiny body and pluck your sister from the carpet.  You gasp, making another futile check around you for something you could use to help, but there’s nothing.  You open your mouth, wanting to cry out and say something, but no sound escapes your lips.  It’s like you’ve been locked in a nightmare, forced to watch the most surreal of scenes, all the while completely unable to make even the tiniest peep to remind you that it’s real.

                Except this time, it’s not a nightmare.  It’s just as real as anything you’ve faced in the last half a decade at the cruel hands of your sibling goddess, and it burns you to your core to have to watch.

                You hear Carly sobbing violently and piteously as she is raised up to eye level with your cousin, who shows no signs in her crackling eyes of softening up.  In fact, Carly’s tears seem only to fuel the fire.  Sophie is getting exactly the reaction she had hoped for.  You see a tremendous smile curl across her plush lips.

                “You want to know what for, huh?” queries Sophie.  “Well, for starters, you can show me what you’re willing to do to keep me from letting you take a dive down into my stomach as my appetizer,” she says simply before parting her lips and dangling your sister’s almost limp body toward it.  You wince, wanting so desperately to help but knowing you can’t, as Carly is lowered purposefully between the open pink lips of your determined cousin before being encased in darkness by the closing of Sophie’s mouth, followed by a satisfied sigh.

                Almost immediately, your cousin gets to work, shifting her rosy cheeks side to side and swishing your sister around between them.  You hear the liquid sloshing of her saliva, no-doubt practically drowning the unprepared Carly in the damp, sticky nightmare, and the popping of the huge tongue flapping against the roof of her mouth and the foreign, sentient object currently inhabiting her hellish cage of a mouth.  Sophie frowns, clearly very focused on crafting an exquisitely horrific ride for your sister between her jaws, as a glistening dribble of thick spit trickles down her chin.  You’ve often wondered what it would look like to an outside observer as Carly sucks your entire body for sheer entertainment and torture value, but now that you’re experiencing this view, you wish you had the power to close your eyes and make it go away.  You feel a twinge of agony in your heart as you watch the tiniest pinpoint press out against the inside of Sophie’s cheek before being rocked away again by her monstrous snake of a tongue: clearly, Carly was trying to press against the inside of your cousin’s mouth in a vain attempt at oral salvation.

                All you can do is stare, unblinkingly, so badly wanting to look away, but the sight is already burned into your retinas.

                It feels like hours go by, although it’s only minutes, before Sophie crouches down on the ground, lowering her head toward her knees, and opens her mouth, retching.  The slimy body of Carly tumbles out and plops wetly to the carpet, along with a cascading river of hot saliva that pools thickly around her and soaks into the carpet.  Although it’s slight, you can see Carly’s limbs writhing and trying to break free, practically glued to the carpet by the heavy adhesive of Sophie’s squalid slobber as it remains stuck to your sister’s arms in long, crystalline strands of goop.

                Smacking her lips a few times to recover some kind of equilibrium in her mouth, Sophie’s eyes squint and her nose wrinkles.  At first raising a hand toward her mouth, your cousin instead slyly smiles and faces directly down at Carly, still fighting to escape the swamp of spit.  Opening her lips again and groaning, Sophie sneezes loudly, releasing a rain of yellow, globular snot down onto your already severely weakened sister.  Intermittently, you hear your sister crying throatily and coughing harshly as she attempts to breathe somehow through the soupy film of your cousin’s dribbling boogers.  You cringe, watching as Sophie’s disgusting bodily liquids wash over your helpless sister, who at this point seems to have given up the hope of breaking through the gummy layers of goo and instead lays flat.

                Sophie giggles, wiping her nose.  “Oh, Carly.  What’s the problem?  Can’t even say God bless you?  I thought we were trying for respect here,” she taunts.  There’s no response from your sister.  Sophie squints in disbelief.  “You trying to play dead?  Cute, but it’s not going to work.  I know you can take a lot more than that.  Now, get up.”

                Still no response.  Sophie shrugs.

                “Suit yourself, girl.  Just don’t say I didn’t give you a chance,” she states absentmindedly, brushing a smooth blonde lock out of her eyes, before calmly working at the laces on her tennis shoes, loosening the fabric flap.  Successful, she yanks them off and tosses them to the side of the room, leaving your sister cowering pathetically before the twin powerhouse altars of Sophie’s slender, tanned bare feet.  Her toes part and wiggle, airing out, as your cousin sighs with relief.  “Ohhhhh, God… THAT feels good…”

                You know perfectly well what your cousin is planning right now.  Frantically, you turn around, taking one final scan of the room, hoping against hope to catch something you missed.  The desk is reasonably clean, with only a few pencils, a notebook, and a few books stacked together.  These will do you no good.  However, in your state of panicked focus, your eyes snag on something new concealed behind the pile of books.  Unsure of what it is, you dash to the far side of the stack of books, peering around cautiously, and find a yellow pompom.

                Of course.  Sophie is on the cheerleading squad at her high school.  Gulping, you step forward into the crinkly brush of the pompom, fighting your way toward the epicenter.  Finding it, you begin tugging with all your might at the base of one of the strands.  With some effort, you loosen it, and from there you are able to tear it free with some rocking.  The strand is long, but not long enough for your means.  Sighing and taking a deep breath, you grasp around another strand and begin tugging.

                “Last chance to get up, girl,” you hear Sophie offer falsely to your sister.  “You could run.  Hey, maybe it would surprise me so much that you’d be able to…” she begins before breaking into uncontrollable snickering.  “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I know it’s a ridiculous sounding joke, but I just couldn’t resist.  You know just as well as I do that I’d have you before you’d made it three steps toward that door.  And even then, there’s nowhere for you to go.  No one’s home.  It’s just you, me, and your poor brother for a couple hours.  And that’s all I really need.  You’re going to learn a few things tonight that you will never, EVER forget, you little bitch.  Right now, you… are mine.  Mine.”

                You break a third strand free and drag the three thin streamers roughly out of the yellow forest of the entire pompom, laying them end-to-end across the desk.  Panting from the effort of tearing them off, you set to work tying the ends together, crafting a single rope of pompom material.  Then, at one end, you tie a loop together and step slowly toward the edge of the desk.  Just as you had expected, there’s a long drawer just below the surface of the desk with a bronze knob.  Dangling the loop low enough, you catch the handle and toss the rest of the pompom rope over the edge of the desk.  The end just barely touches the carpet.  Taking a deep breath again and steeling your already fried nerves, you lower yourself down to the knob without slipping and wrap your clammy fingers around the slick rope of the streamers.

                Sophie rises back to full standing height, placing her hands on her narrow hips and smirking down at Carly, who still seems to be making no real effort to escape her gooey fate beneath a pile of spit and snot.  Your cousin chuckles deeply, raising her right foot off the ground.

                “C’mon, Carly, nothing?  Nothing at all?  No fight in you?  You’re making this sooooo much less fun than it could be for both of us.  Think about it.  The better mood I’m in, the better off you’re going to be.  Common sense.  But hey, who am I to argue if you like it a little rougher?  I’ll get you to learn, one way or another.”

                Deliberately, Sophie lowers her foot down toward your sister, her big toe pointed elegantly outward as she taps it against Carly’s stomach.  No reaction.  Wrinkling her lips in disgust, Sophie rears her foot back and wipes the droplet of spit on her toe off on the carpet before raising it back over Carly.

                “Phase two, you little whore.  Show me what you’re willing to do to keep me from liquefying you under my heel,” threatens Sophie, lowering her sole down onto your sister.  You see some token squirming coming from your terrified sibling as she disappears into the darkness, her body covered completely by the soft, fleshy ceiling of Sophie’s foot.

                Sweating in fear, you slide down the streamer rope like a fireman, reaching the ground much sooner than you had expected and landing roughly on your ankles.  You groan, feeling an extremely painful burn rip through your left shin.  You’ve twisted your ankle, you can tell already.  Nevertheless, it was necessary; your time to act might be running out quickly.  Clambering to your feet, you begin hobbling across the wide plain of the bedroom carpet.  You’re not sure you’re willing to even consider whether or not Sophie plans on snuffing the life out of Carly, but that’s not even the issue.  The sixteen-year-old, in her state of rage and inexperience dealing with doll-sized people, is roughing up your sister with no signs of stopping, and you have a feeling it won’t take much at this point beyond an accidental shifting of Sophie’s weight to end your sister’s life.

                Moving as quickly as you can, you watch as Sophie’s foot rotates, rubbing itself all over Carly’s phlegm-drenched nude body before twisting her wrinkled sole roughly onto her criminally insane female cousin.  Then, sliding slowly over Carly’s body, you watch as Sophie’s dexterous toes curl themselves around your sister’s head and shoulders, dragging her backward across the carpet.  You hear screaming as Carly thrashes uselessly against the iron grip of her cousin’s sweaty toes, the carpet raking rug burns across her tender skin.  Setting Carly back down, then, Sophie wraps her big and second toes around your sister’s waist, gripping her firmly between them before beginning to knead.  In and out, your cousin’s toes pulse powerfully around Carly’s bruised sides.  Your sister screeches in pain, wincing each time the two mammoth toes pump inward on her.

                Your leg stinging wildly, you manage to limp into the vicinity of this awful spectacle.  Sophie seems to not even notice your presence as you move closer, as she focuses entirely on making it abundantly clear to your sister where her place on the social totem pole is now.  You stop just short of Sophie’s burly foot, watching almost mesmerized as the smooth, meaty flesh wracks horrible pain into the tortured body and mind of your sister.  You watch as Sophie’s toes curl in and out like a machine, meticulously and rhythmically giving your sister her comeuppance between her rudely caressing, dingy, stale-scented toes.  You stare at the tear-soaked face of your naked sister, her eyes closed, her body trembling violently.  You hardly recognize her.  You reach out a hand, not really sure of what you can do to overpower Sophie’s leviathan toes, but something stops you.  You retract your hand.  You stare.

                What you’re witnessing is a summary of your life for the past five years.  It’s so strange and unbelievable to see it happening to someone other than you, and yet here it is, right in front of you.  A human being.  A tiny, tiny human being, but a human being nonetheless.  Jammed roughly between a pair of grimy, unwashed toes on the filthiest part of someone’s body and ground so hard against the smooth skin they might as well be melding into the foot itself.  Carly’s dignity and worth being robbed of her with each squeeze of Sophie’s toes.

                You crumble to your knees, breathing heavily, as the reality of things comes flying at you all at once.  The reason you just fought so hard to get to your sister in time wasn’t because of some great desire to save your goddess and return to the life you had finally learned to love.  You’re doing it because your sister had programmed you so well to do her bidding, even when freedom is finally at hand, you choose to remain her slave.  You cough, your arms shaking, as you drink it all in.  What you’ve become.  The freak person of a being.  Are you even alive anymore?  Are you even conscious?  So few creatures are advanced enough to make decisions beyond those based on primal instinct.  What you did was based on a will twisted and molested so many times it’s not even recognizable as human anymore.

                Human.  You’re not even sure what that means anymore.  You highly doubt you are one anymore, particularly after what Carly did to you an hour ago.

                One thing is clear, though.  By reaching forth to free Carly from the tormenting torture of Sophie’s rigorous foot rub, you would go beyond confirming your ownership to your sister.  You would confirm it to Sophie.  The world itself.  You would be proclaiming your inhumanity to all of existence.  And that’s just not something you’re willing to do.  You might have hit rock bottom, but when you squint, you can see the light still at the top of the tunnel.

                And by God, you’re going to fight until there’s no breath left in your body.  You frown.  You bite your lip.  You clench your fists tightly together.  You open your mouth, and finally, sound comes out.

                “FUCK YOU, CARLY!” you scream at the top of your lungs.  “FUCK YOU!”

                From above, you hear laughter from your cousin as the intensity of Carly’s beating heats up.  “Glad to see you join us, Jack,” she chuckles.  “I’m sure your sister could really use the support.”

                You fume as you stare ahead into Carly’s eyes, which lock with yours on an equal size plain for the first time in a very long while.  Slowly, she recognizes what’s happened to you.  All her work over the past five years converting you into her mindless toy and pet was just undone in an immaculately revelatory picosecond.  You’re not willing to sit still and let her subjugate you any longer.  You’re going to be a human being if it kills you.  She quivers harder, hatred exuding out of both your pairs of eyes so much you wouldn’t be surprised if one of you passed out from the sheer, unbridled rage connecting you in a cataclysmic bond.

                “Tell you what, Jack,” says Sophie slowly, finally releasing the slimy, bruised, battered, spit-coated, tear-stained, shaking body of your sister onto the carpet.  “Give me one more minute with Carly.  And then I’ll let YOU be the one to finish her off,” she winks at you, leaning over and gripping your sister into her palm.

                You breathe heavily, smiling.  “With pleasure, Sophie,” you answer snarkily, anticipating the pleasure it’s going to bring you to deliver the final blow to your demon of a sibling.

                You glance up, then dodge quickly to the side as Sophie’s jeans come barreling softly down to the carpet, still wrapped around her ankles.  Confused, you watch for a moment as Sophie picks at her light blue panties for a moment, before turning around and tugging them off her tight butt cheeks just enough to reveal her menacing crack.  You cock your head, your breathing slowing down again.  Surely she wouldn’t.  She couldn’t.  Not sweet Sophie.  Could she?

                Oh, God, yes, please.

                Giggling maniacally and abandoning all reservation for the situation, Sophie grips your sister like a dildo and jams her quickly and deeply into the dark, rank interior of her butthole.  Your sister’s legs, now the only two things not completely submerged in your cousin’s anus, kick wildly in a fight for freedom, but this is quickly given end as Sophie sighs girlishly, pressing two fingers against the bottoms of your sister’s feet, pushing them in too.  You gasp, hardly daring to believe the sight before you, as your tiny devil of a sister disappears into the darkness of Sophie’s ass.

                Sophie grips her firm, muscular butt cheeks and rocks them from side to side for a moment, flexing them and smiling down proudly at you.  All you can do is gaze upward in wonder, your skin tingling to imagine the absolute hell your sister is currently being forced to endure.  You wonder if she’s managed to maintain consciousness in there.  Without a trace of guilt, you hope not.  Frankly, your darker side half-wishes Sophie found herself in sudden need of a restroom, but somehow, this is enough for you.

                A few more minutes pass before Sophie tugs at her panties again, nodding to herself and then looking down at you.  “I think she’s had long enough in the holding cell, wouldn’t you say?” she grins jokingly.

                “Ohhh… I guess,” you answer, smiling slyly.

                “Let’s end this, Jack.  You and me, right now,” she urges as her fingers begin fishing into her bottom.  After a moment of uncomfortable shifting, Sophie plucks out Carly’s body, which seems to have gone limp, and lowers it toward the ground, laying Carly in front of you.

                It’s your turn.

                You’re so determined and ready for this moment, the damnable stench of Sophie’s damp ass wafting off of your sister’s body doesn’t even bother you.  You step forward, standing over Carly, and watch with glee as her eyes open.  She frowns at you, coughing and crying silently now, no longer caring about voicing her agony to either you or your cousin.

                “Hey… little bro,” she says slowly.

                “Hey, Aphrodite,” you answer sarcastically.  “Enjoying yourself?”

                “Hell, yes,” your sister responds darkly, coughing lightly.  “Don’t know why you used to complain so much.  Having the time of my life here.”

                “Glad to hear it,” you say, and for a minute, there’s silence.  Sophie towers over the two of you, but remains quiet, giving you your moment of peace to talk a final time with your sister.

                “Been a long time.”

                “What?” you say, surprised by the breaking of the silence.

                “I said it’s been a long time.  Since I’ve looked up at you.  Instead of… well, you know.”

                “Yeah.  I get it,” you answer, genuinely agreeing with the oddness of the moment.

                “I’m gonna miss it.  A lot of it.  Having you all to myself, I mean.”

                “I got that, too… Carly,” you say slowly, clenching your fists.

                “And now you’re going to finish me.  That’s what she said, isn’t it?”

                Another moment of silence.  You can feel your blood beginning to boil, your face flushing crimson.  You grit your teeth, then spit out the words all at once.  “You STOLE FIVE YEARS OF MY LIFE, YOU BITCH!”

                “I know,” calmly responds Carly, remaining in her lying down position.

                “I did EVERYTHING you EVER asked me to, and STILL you NEVER let me go… you… you kept me like your personal THING… BRAINWASHING me…”

                “Oh, c’mon, little bro, don’t be silly.  I did a lot of things to you, I know, but I never brainwashed you.”

                “What the fuck does THAT mean?”

                “Exactly what it sounds like.  I may have worn the pants in our relationship, so to speak, but I can’t control what’s in your brain.  That’s alllllll you, little bro.  And you know it,” articulates your sister with ominous clarity, as if wanting to get her final thoughts out in the open before she loses the chance forever.  “You can make that choice.  You made the choice to love me finally.  Nobody could make you do that.”

                “Shut up.  Just SHUT UP!” you growl at your sister, chilled by her words.  “You’re a liar.  A fucking freak.  You… you took my life away… what makes you think YOU deserve to have YOURS?”

                “The world out there can’t protect you like I can, Jack,” your sister states weakly, coughing again.  “Oh, sure, we played pretty rough.  I fucked you up pretty badly.  But I never hurt you so much that you had to worry about dying.  I kept you safe.  You know that too.  You’re too important to me.  Or… you WERE too important to me.”

                “You never even gave me the choice…”

                “You wouldn’t have wanted it,” your sister states softly.  “You wouldn’t have known what was best for you.  You were always so caught up in being the best and being the boss of me that you couldn’t see the kind of life you were heading toward.  So fine.  Now you’re going to go out there and figure out that the world is going to want to kill you sometimes.  And nobody’s going to stop it from doing that.  I won’t be there anymore to protect you.”

                Silence again.  You swallow slowly, clenching your fists.  “I’m okay with that, Carly.  It’s my life.  MY LIFE!” you roar, the rage bubbling up again.  “And it’s worth the risk to me to live it fully out there, instead of half-alive inside your drawer.”

                With what strength she has left, Carly shrugs, then leans over, vomiting onto the carpet near her head as she succumbs to the stench of Sophie’s moist anus still clinging to her skin before flopping over again, staring up at you.

                “So go ahead.  End it, little bro.  I deserve it, don’t I?  That’s what I’m getting from what you’re saying.  A life for a life.  I had my fun, and now you get to have yours,” your sister croaks.  “Kill me.”

                You dive to the ground, ignoring the pain in your twisted ankle, crouching over your sister’s badly injured body, still caked in your cousin’s steadily drying bodily juices.  You stare into those blue eyes.  Those bright blue eyes hiding so much madness.  So much darkness.  So much evil.  To snuff them out would be doing the world a favor.  The Earth would shine with a little more light at their loss.

                You raise a fist, preparing, then quickly exhale.

                “No,” you answer slowly.

                Carly raises an eyebrow.

                “I kill you, and I give up what I’ve been fighting for all this time.  I wouldn’t be a person anymore.  I’d be… like… you…” you growl slowly, and watch as Carly’s face pales, her eyes glistening frostily.  As the realization rushes over her.  All your fears transferred directly into your sister’s tortured mind with a few sentences.  Fresh tears roll down her cheeks as it all sinks in.  You watch for a moment, pausing, savoring the sight of a punishment far more fitting than death as your sister drinks in her own self-perpetuated dehumanization.  “You’ve worked so hard to take away my humanity, sis,” you continue steadily.  “That you didn’t even realize… you gave up your own in the process.  Congratulations.  BITCH!” you shout at the top of your lungs, bringing your fist down onto Carly’s face, five years of fury rolled up into it.  Smashing down with all your strength, you hear the snap as your sister’s nose breaks and she goes unconscious.

                Breathing heavily, swear pouring down your back, you rise, staring down at your sister’s beaten, broken, yet alive body.  Your ultimate foe finally fallen before you.  Spitting on the ground as a final sign of your bitter detestation, you step forward toward Sophie’s waiting palm and climb in.

                Sophie’s eyes are watering, her fingers trembling as she soaks in the scene she just witnessed.  You, however, take a calm seat in her warm palm, quivering gently in the coldness of the room.

                “Oh my God…” gasps your cousin, unable to process it all fully.

                “We need to get her some help, Sophie.  A doctor.  She could really use it.”

                “I know, I know, but…”

                “And… I’d kind of like to see my parents again, if that’s all right.”

                “Of course!  It’s just that… that…”

                “It doesn’t matter.  Don’t say anything about it, please,” you ask gently, and your cousin closes her lips for a moment, a tear sliding down her cheek, nodding and respecting your wish.

                “It’s done, Jack.  For real now.”

                “Yes,” you answer simply, smiling slowly with relief and laying back in the safety of your cousin’s soft palm.  “It’s really over.”

In your mind, you can hear the faint echo of the old but simple battle cry that's kept you alive for this long, and as a few tears of genuine joy roll down your own cheeks as well, you repeat it softly to yourself.

Human being.

Chapter End Notes:

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