Chained He never left the house. Ever. At least not without her. When they had gone to the movies or to a car show, they went together. Grocery shopping, doctors appointments, all together. The only time he left, and left alone, was when he went to work. But with the pandemic his trips to the…
Not for Hank though. Hank was very familiar with the bodies of young women. As a medical assistant who used to work at a clinic he had seen thousands of them. As a once-predator he had seen maybe seen dozens. Even for him the splayed opened body of the young woman was revolting. Her body clearly dismembered and on display in the middle of the street was horrifying.
Looking up at him, Carmella could see Nick processing her proposal. That or he was really enjoying the Piping Plover, Carmella wasn’t sure. She nuzzled her head against his hand. Nick tossed the bird into the trash can under Carmella’s desk and his knife on top. Suddenly he grabbed his sister, pulling her up, spinning her around and putting down her on top of his lap. Carmella wiggled across his lap until she sat comfortably and upright looking into her brother’s stonewall face.
Nick looked at his baby sister as she ran out of the house toward the car. At a whopping 5 feet 5 inches she was nearly a full foot shorter than he. Her body had filled out and from certain angles Nick saw a hot upperclassmen instead of his sister. While Carmella took after her mother, she had something that her mother did not – she had a twin. She probably could have skipped a grade or two, but Carmella’s focus was always divided between her own school work and Nick’s.
John had always been a particularly unnerving man. So much so, that if you were a twelve year old boy standing in the walk-in-pantry, facing the wall when the door to the kitchen opened the hair on your arms would raise straight up in the air. Goosebumps would form and ripple across your whole body….