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Uugghhh 😫😫😫
Mom being Mom, she paid him to take my virginity.
fucking hate their mother !
You fuck him again, or anyone else, and I’ll kill them.
*melting* i’m sick just like them.
I flinch, readying for him to hit me for the first time ever,
why were you ready to accept that fate if he did, omg?
He slips his tongue past my lips and moves it against mine, grabbing the back of my knees and lifting me into his arms, slamming me against my car again.
Mmmmm
I wonder what he’d think if he knew his precious daughter was the one sucking his son’s cock like the filthy little fucking whore she is.
Go kiss your future husband, little sister. And when you do, you better
think about me and all the ways I’ll fuck you in his blood.
Because I want to do things to you, and you calling me that makes me want to do even dirtier things to your mouth.
“And I want to hear your voice while I’m bouncing all over your cock, big brother.”
Well…
Malachi: Since you’re teaching me everything else, will you teach me how to say your name? I might fuck the pronunciation up a few times, but I want to know how to say it.
I want Malachi to sneak in through my window, to wake me up, or maybe not wake me up, while he buries his face between my legs.
No. I think Malachi would be mortified if I ever told him the things going on in my head—
you’re overthinking babe lol
The betrayal hurts.
it’s … not a betrayal.
you goddamn freak.
that was low olivia! i get that you’re upset but damn.
He tries to communicate with his hands again, but I stop him, grabbing his fingers to halt whatever he’s going to say. It’s the worst, most belittling way to treat him, to silence his only way of talking, but I don’t care.
you are stooping very low, olivia.
Malachi tries to sign again, but I grip his fingers, twisting them, making him grit his teeth with discomfort,
now i have beat you up because why the hell would you do that to him!!??
My nails drag down his cheek,
she is doing everything possible to hurt him and i really don’t like it
He looks down at me, fury in his eyes, and spits in my face.
i laughed really hard at this lmfao!
Say you love me. Say you feel the fucking same way I do about you!
Because I can’t talk? Because I can’t tell you how fucking breathtaking you are every second of every day? Because I can’t breathe without being near you? Someone like me… I’m different—I can’t be normal for you. I can’t defend you without using my fists or my bat, and I can’t touch you at the same time as telling you that you’re everything to me. I can’t whisper sweet nothings into your mouth and I can’t fucking marry you because not only am I your brother, but I’m defective.
my heart!
Believe me or don’t, but you’re the only person in my life, and you always have been. And when you take your last breath, or I take mine, that
won’t fucking change. You. Are. Mine. My goddamn property, do you understand?
“You can’t even feel love, so everything you’re saying is another lie.”
he was honest with you before and he’s being honest with you now! you using your basic shit knowledge of ASPD after one google search is not an excuse to push the stigma on him that he can’t or won’t feel human emotions, he actually does try and he tries for YOU. what’s not clicking?
“Angel?”
oh no!
My dad’s voice comes from the bottom of the stairs, and I somehow manage to perch on my elbows while Malachi bruises my thighs with his grip, sweat coating my skin as my dad stands with my discarded jeans in his hand, mortification all over his face.
i still don’t understand how we got to the top of the stairs
“Daddy?” I whisper, my eyes rolling, falling back as my spine tingles, my breasts turning tender as my brother keeps eating me out, despite my dad being present.
Oh fuck!
Your daughter tastes fucking delicious, he signs. Too bad she’s all mine.
Against my inner turmoil, and the fear that my dad might be dying, my pussy aches for him. It’s vile and wrong and sick, but I need him inside me.
this is so vile lmfao !!!
Warm liquid gathers around my knees, and I know it’s my dad’s blood.
and you’re just laying there, omg!!! get up!!
I’m enjoying my brother fucking me on top of my father’s limp body.
that is a crazy sentence.
I yelp as Malachi slaps my ass and goes harder, faster, jerking me and my dad on the floor as he wraps my hair around his fist and uses it to drag my head back. Hips snapping into mine, he pants, holding my hip as his thrusts become even more powerful. The metal lining his cock rubs on my sweet spot, and my eyes roll, my nerve endings sizzling as I whimper. “Harder,” I moan, ashamed that I’m loving the feel of his cock filling me up. “Go harder, Malachi.” He does. Each punch of his hips has my lungs threatening to catch fire, and the pain on my scalp from him tugging my hair has my spine
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this entire page is just so wrong … but i fear i am enjoying it.
“Are you going to make me come on my big brother’s cock?” I whisper.
Another crazy sentence
I stare at my father’s body, bleeding and twitching, my wide eyes lifting to Malachi again. He doesn’t seem to care as I reach down
to check my dad’s pulse, which is weak but present.
just think if you’d went longer, your father would’ve died … that’s so messed up!
“I’ll give you a head start,”
“Run, Malachi.”
look at you leaving your brothers side, after you SAID you’d never do that!
My beautiful, smart, and twisted Olivia. You may have everyone else fooled with your kindness, with your warm smiles and soft voice, using them to get what you want in life—but I know you. I know the real you.
I know the depths of your depravity and the way your mind works.
Her journal goes into great detail about her dark desires; how much she yearns to be stalked, chased, kidnapped, and taken.
So, being the ever-loving big brother that I am, I intend to bring all her fucked-up fantasies to life while she begs for my forgiveness.
She’s been waiting for me—the brother who was released from prison six months ago.
Malachi has some patience on him lol, waiting 6 months?!
I’ve listened to all of them, saved them on my computer so I can hear her crying that she hates me yet misses me, that she’s sorry for the way everything went when we were teenagers.
Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Fucking sorry. That damn word echoes in my psyche—a curse that won’t fuck off. Sorry’s just a word to try to get out of something, to dodge trouble if you’ve been caught out. Sorry’s a five-letter disgrace that shouldn’t even need to be used. It should be abolished from the fucking dictionary. Actions do speak louder than words, and if she’s as sorry as she makes out in her voicemails, then why does she sometimes look happy? Why is she going out partying with her friends? Kissing guys who—shockingly—vanish days later? Why does she dance around her apartment, singing
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the monologue from TikTok that brought me here!!! this is my favorite part of the book lol!
but I asked her to come and see me. I wrote to her the first two years, waiting patiently for a written reply, a presence, a smile to my fucking face that never came. She left me in there to rot.
I’ve kept my voice to myself, where no one else can take it, since I was five years old. The one time I tried to use it, I struggled to pronounce her name, and Olivia yelled at me that I was a liar, that she hated me, that we were done, and slapped me across the face before I could get her name past my lips.
bitch
With my hood up and my cap hiding most of my face, my head down, she never notices me walking her to work.
it’s giving season two Joe from “YOU”
You’re fucking welcome, Olivia. They weren’t enough for you. No one is except me.
A wedding I’ll blow the fuck up if it goes ahead. I’ll make sure I kill my dad this time, and I’ll strangle Mom with his intestines and force Olivia to marry me instead, then I’ll cage the bitch and feed her my cock when she’s hungry.
i squealed when i heard this .
He interrupted my meal—
