My footfalls were like a choir mouse as it scurried across the floor, no one the wiser. Poking my head in the first open door, I found a bedroom, but it was unoccupied and sparse of any furnishings other than a bed and nightstand. The next was the bathroom, but the last was what I sought. I stepped just inside the doorway of the main bedroom, and my eyes locked on the two bodies asleep on the bed. The moment reminded me of the night I’d visited my father with the knife in my hand, and my palm squeezed the handle of the knife as I pictured slitting Peter’s throat.

I could see his death as clearly as their bodies moving in time to their breathing. Peter had made it under the covers, but Kirby was still in her shimmery dress, lying on top of the grey sheets. I decided the color suited her as I stepped around to Peter’s side of the bed. Kneeling down, I brought my face so close that our noses were almost touched. I willed him to wake up. I wanted him to open his eyes and see my face before I rammed the knife into his neck. My mind pictured Kirby waking up to find this useless waste of space dead beside her and smirking.

It would teach them both a lesson about who I was and what I could do, but that moment never came. Peter was doing a drunk snore, and I knew the likelihood of him opening his eyes was slim to none. Standing, I counted his breaths, wondering how many more he’d take until I took what I wanted.

Kirby moaned something in her sleep, and her right leg pulled up into a position that resembled the number four and, in the process, pulled her dress up around her ass.

“Well, now, I can at least teach one of you a lesson,” I whispered, making my way around her side of the bed. “Is that what you’re wanting, Sunshine,” I asked, my voice soft.

The zipper sliding down on my pants was loud in the quiet room, and a wave of excitement went straight to the base of my cock. This was breaking a major rule. My brain screamed not to do it, but I knew I was going to, no matter what. Sunshine was mine.

I normally liked my prey begging at my feet for a taste of my cock. I’d taken my turn with the odd blubbering person to appease Abel in his games, ultimately to shut him up. The difference was that they’d always been awake and very aware of what was happening. There was something new and thrilling about taking control of Kirby now. Seeping into her mind and impregnating her with thoughts of only me while I pushed myself inside of her to claim her body.