“I have things on my mind, and I’m not interested in sharing them.” We walked up the front stairs to Abel’s house, and he turned around and shook his head.

“You need to dispose of that girl. Kill her, and feed her to the pigs. If you wanna keep her eyes, cut ‘em out and sit them in your display case, but she needs to go. You’ve been fuckin’ weird ever since you laid eyes on her, and it’s only getting worse.” Abel shrugged, his eyes lighting up. “I’m happy to do it for you if you want? I know how to make her scream.”

Anger roared through my body and felt like a million fire ants marching under my skin. I grabbed Abel by the arm before he could walk inside and hauled him back until we were face to face.

“You don’t touch her, not ever, or you’ll find yourself on the wrong end of my blade, brother. I’ve tolerated your insubordinate behavior for years, but if you do what I saw in your eyes, it will be your eyes that I mount.”

Abel tried to pull his arm away, but my fingers dug into his bicep. “What the fuck, man?”

“Say it.” I got up in Abel’s face, our noses almost touching. “Fucking say the words, brother.”

“Fine, I won’t fucking touch her. Are you happy?” For once, I couldn’t tell if Abel’s promise was legit or if he was playing me, but I let him go, and he crowed like a rooster as we stepped inside his home. “Now come on, I can feel our dicks shriveling up and getting ready to fall off from lack of use.”

He already had the girls tied up in what looked like a crazy game of twister on the table. Pouring myself a drink, I took my usual seat in the corner to watch the show. The music blasted through the speakers, and the girls were a mix of moans and screams as Abel got to work. Normally, watching my brother work and knowing that I’d get to join in on the fun would excite me, but my cock lay dormant in my jeans. This show was overrated. I’d watched it a thousand times like a bad television rerun, and it no longer held interest.

Was I the kind of guy that only had eyes for one woman?

How would I even know?

It wasn’t exactly like I’d ever dated or had feelings for someone. The idea of anything more than fucking them, making my artwork, and displaying them for the world to see had been the extent of my emotional connection.