Duality Merged - Chapter 8 Hur

The morning of their seventh, and second to last, morning, started out like all of the others: with a group breakfast. It wasn’t long, however, before the relaxing atmosphere was broken by Janette. She had started fussing over Charles shortly after breakfast, something Charles had respectfully refused to participate in due to a lack of appetite.

“His wound has started festering,” she finally said after she’d peeking beneath the bandage, “Go fetch some water so I can clean his wound.” Her words made Max scowl. Who was she to tell him what to do, he thought darkly, yet somehow managing to realise his lack of euphoria-in-pill-form coupled with the constant threat of danger had left him uncharacteristically restless.

“Please, Max,” he heard Charles say in a pained voice, which managed to calm him down to some extent. Charles had been the only pleasant company he’d had in this god-forsaken forest, so it wouldn’t hurt to get him some water. “Let’s go,” he finally said to Molly as he walked off.

“I’ll need a clean bandage,” Janette said, stopping Molly in her tracks, “You wait outside for a bit,” she added, shooting Max a glare that only served to rekindle the smoldering clump of anger in his belly as he made his way outside, afraid he might finally lash out should he stay.

He didn’t have to wait long before a beet red Molly walked out of the cave as she tried in vain to cover herself to some extent. Max could understand why she’d do that, though he’d rather she didn’t. Her ‘crop top,’ as it were, left her pale midriff completely exposed, a sight that Max found more than welcome. “Let’s go,” he said with a snarl as he turned around and walked towards the river, his quick pace fueled by his anger.

“Are you sure about this, Sister?” Charles asked inside the cave. “Once more, yes, Brother,” Janette answered with a frown, “You’ve never let me have one before,” she added with a whine, making Charles shake his head, “We’ve never had the ability to take care of one, Sister,” he sighed. “But Molly can largely take care of herself!” Janette argued, “She’s a human, after all,” she added, something that made his eyes widen.

“So you do realise she’s human, not an animal,” but shrugged when he saw his sister cross her arms, on the verge of tears. “Just wanted to make sure one last time,” he said as he stood up and pulled off the bandage, revealing his once wounded arm, “Shall we?” he asked as he offered his sister a hand with a smile.

Molly eventually had to give up in her attempts at covering herself, seeing as she had to use both her hands in order to make sure the low hanging branches didn’t scratch her face or catch her hair. “Sorry,” she finally said in an attempt at breaking the uncomfortable silence, “For being useless, that is,” she added when she saw the questioning look on Max’s face. “I wanted to do more, but I don’t know what to do,” she muttered as she dipped her head, silence enveloping the two once more.

“Hmm” Max said, thoughtfully, setting the basins down once they reached the river bank, “I might have an idea,” he continued as he sent an appraising look towards the girl. “Please tell me!” Molly said, excited at the idea of doing more for the group than she had. Her uselessness had only made her feeling of inferiority grow over the last couple of days, making it almost unbearable for her to be in her own skin, much less receive Jeanette’s attention.

Max, seeing the excited look on Molly’s face as she balled her hands into fists in front of her, couldn’t help but appreciate the view: Molly’s excited and happy smile only served to amplify her already cute look, with her curly, shoulder-length, grey hair and slightly squinted grey eyes. Her current clothes, however, stood in stark contrast to the feeling of naive innocence she gave off, seeing as her top could best be described as a very loose sports bra, barely serving to cover her palm-sized breasts. She was one of the best looking women he’d ever seen, Max admitted to himself, letting a wide grin split his face as he felt the heat of his anger move, from his stomach, towards his loins.

“Well, you see,” he said, stepping forward. Molly, meanwhile, didn’t like where the conversation was going, causing her to step back. The man’s look unnerved her and his grin most certainly didn’t do anything to appease her worries. She didn’t manage to retreat far, however, before her wrist was grabbed in Max’s painful grasp. “Where are you going?” he taunted, “Didn’t you want to be useful?” his voice filled with hideous delight at Molly’s fruitful attempt at extricating herself, paling when she realised she couldn’t. “Please,” she wheezed, panic finally setting in.

Max hadn’t felt this good since he almost overdosed on a new drug one of his friends brought with him. This feeling was different though. Dominating another, the power he felt was addicting; it might even serve to satisfy his [ Addict ] Title, he wondered, reaching towards the still struggling Molly’s chest, only to pause, stunned, at the sudden stinging pain he felt. The bitch had slapped him, he realised, feeling his slowly ebbing anger spark to life once more, as he lashed out with a resounding slap of his own, sending Molly careening to the side as she fell over her own feet.

“You naive whore,” Max snarled, positively enraged at Molly’s insolence. “You wanted to be of use, right?” he asked as he sat down on Molly’s stomach, pressing her hands to the ground with his knees. Not minding Molly’s lack of response at all, he grabbed the bottom of her shirt-turned-sports-bra and ripped it apart from bottom to neck, exposing her breasts, now only protected by a white bra. The sound of ripping cloth seemed to awaken Molly of her stupor as she tried to struggle free once more, sobbing softly as she did.

Max would have none of it, however, “Lie still or I’ll snap your arms,” he growled, feeling the euphoric feeling of being in control of another’s life once more, as he felt Molly freeze up beneath him. It was tantalizing, he thought, delightful to such an extent that his groin was starting to ache slightly, confined by his trousers as it was. So he was one of those to get erect when they were in control, big deal. At least he wasn’t messed up like Charles who would probably get hard from fighting, he thought, but only briefly, any semblance of patience lost in the constant waves of arousing euphoria he felt.

Molly, however, didn’t feel much of anything. Well, that wasn’t quite true, she thought, she did feel something: despair. A despair so great that it seemed to drown out anything else, even to the point where she didn’t even realise she’d been turned over on to her stomach, only gaining some degree of clarity after she felt her cheek get pushed into the ground by Max’s hand. “Behave yourself like a good girl and it won’t hurt,” she heard him whisper.

Hadn’t she always been a good girl though? She always did her best to do as she was told, doing well in school, never getting into trouble, listening to her mother, even despite the fact that she was quite frankly sick of listening to the nagging or her mom. That was it, wasn’t it? She didn’t always do as she was told, otherwise, she wouldn’t be here, would she? That was why it was hurting, she reasoned, as she felt warm tears stream from her eyes as her pants got pulled down, roughly, impatiently.

The feeling of Max’s hands caressing her thighs and butt made her sick in her stomach, so it didn’t surprise her when she felt her previous meal of apples nearly make its way out of her throat when she felt the hateful filth’s hands thumb her panties to the side.

Closing her eyes, she soon felt the almost suffocating weight of the beast’s body as she laid down on top of her. And she waited. “Well, don’t you look terrible, my dear Molly,” she heard a teasing, but very familiar, voice say, as she felt the weight on her back slide away. Shooting her eyes open in shock, she wasn’t quite sure how to react.

There, in front of her, with a kind, but concerned, smile on her face, sat Janette. It wasn’t until she got lifted into a seated position and felt Janette embrace her that she finally woke up from her stupor and, before she realised, returned the hug she was given as she cried, loudly. As Janette stroked Molly’s naked back while rocking the latter soothingly from side to side, she couldn’t help but send her brother a glare, blaming him for almost being too late, something the awkwardly smiling Charles seemed to do as well.

He had, after all, been the one who delayed them slightly, almost letting Max do something Charles himself would regret. If Max had actually managed to succeed in raping Molly, the latter would undoubtedly be broken, to some extent, something Charles couldn’t have happen. That would, after all, be much like buying your child the exact toy they had wanted for Christmas, just to realise the toy was broken right out of the box.

While he was sure Janette would forgive him soon enough, had he messed up, it would still take quite the valiant effort on his part in order to make her smile once more. Molly, however, would have suffered for nothing, seeing as Janette would likely lose interest in her had she been ‘broken’ as she was about to be. “Did you kill him?” he head a tiny voice ask, dragging him out of his thoughts. “I don’t believe I did, no,” he answered, “That would be unfair on you, wouldn’t it?” he asked back, looking into Molly’s confused eyes.

“Well, let’s see if he won’t wake up, shall we? Otherwise I suppose I did kill him and, in that case, sorry, Molly,” Charles said as he walked over to the nigh motionless form of Max, whose only movement came from his shallow breathing. Charles laid the man flat on his stomach, arms along the side of his body, before the only moving person of the two knelt down with one knee pressed down in between Max’s shoulder blades.

Then, much to Molly’s confusion, Charles grabbed onto the upper arm of Max before he moved his shoulder into the joint of Max’s right arm, before he pushed upwards and forwards, eliciting a loud, sickening, pop, accompanied by the blood-curdling scream of the now very awake, and very pained, Max. “Would you look at that,” Charles exclaimed in a chipper, almost excited, tone, “I didn’t kill him!”

Molly could do nothing but watch as Charles twisted Max’s right, clearly dislocated, shoulder before he laid the now limp arm back on to the ground without removing his knee from the back of the now struggling Max. “Quit waving your arm around,” Charles said irritatedly, his previously happy mood seemingly an illusion, as he punched the back of Max’s head with an open palm, driving the latter’s head into the ground, dazing him.

Charles, meanwhile, didn’t let the man regain his wits, as he swiftly grabbed the left arm and dislocated it in the same way he did the right one, getting another satisfying pop, and a squeal from the animal beneath him, before he let the arm go, letting it fall down next to the now sobbing Max. “Can’t have you move around too much for what’s to come,” Charles said, feeling not a shred of sympathy for the pain Max was feeling, though he’d wager having your shoulder ligaments twisted wouldn’t be a very pleasant experience. Not for the recipient, that is, Charles noticed, much to his own chagrin. It would seem he had gotten quite ‘excited’ at his previous inhuman act of brutality. “Oh hush, will you? We’ve barely just started! There’s loads more fun to be had,” he said, letting his visage twist into one of sadistic glee, “Well, I’ll be having fun.”