Payback's a Bitch

(Shit gets REAL dark this chapter. You've been warned.)

You stare at your alluring little sister. God she was so beautiful. So sexy. So...tempting. Fuck...she was pressing buttons right now. Everything she said was true. You were a sister fucker. You were a cock sucker. You loved the idea of having a woman control you, especially one of your family members. And, god damn it, you DID want to feel that big dick inside of you.

But...this wasn't Elsie. This wasn't your sister. With Fiona you were pretty damn sure you had done things neither of you would regret in the long run. But El...Elsie was doing and saying things you KNEW she would struggle to live with once she got better. It wasn't her fault, but these were things you didn't want her to have to deal with once everything got back to normal.

Also, you were getting pretty damned worried about Fiona. She couldn't be alone for too long in her current state. How long had El left her by herself?

With a surge of self control that you were impressed you were able to muster you take a deep breath and shake your head. "No. No Elsie, not like this."

Her eyes narrow with anger though she maintains control. "I said...get on your knees!"

You give her a warm loving smile. "Elsie, you look beautiful. You've always looked beautiful to me. I want to do what you say but...this isn't you. You're not the little sister I love so much. You aren't yourself right now. You are sick and I want you to get better."

You see her face flinch. "Jesse...I KNOW you want it." Her tone was far more threatening than seductive.

You try to keep everything upbeat and keep your tone respectful and friendly and a little bit submissive, but you back off and keep your hands out in front of you. You honestly weren't sure what this Elsie was capable of. "Of course I want it. Of course I want you. You are gorgeous Elsie, absolutely gorgeous. ANY man would be lucky for even a minute of your attention. But until you get better...no! I'm sorry, but no."

Her eyes bore into you.

"El, where's Fiona." You ask. You catch an evil little smile twitch at the corners of her mouth. "El...why did you make Fiona wear that nightie?"

Her grin spreads. "It's just a nightie."

"No, no it isn't, and you know it."

She studies you for a time, making no attempt to cover up or back away. She held the center of the room dominantly.

"You know." She states matter of factly.

You nod. "Fiona told me earlier tonight. She feels terrible about it. It eats her up El. We were going to write you a letter while Fiona was still..."

"A letter!? A letter!" Elsie looks at you incredulously. "You thought a fucking letter would patch that shit up!?"

"El, no, of course not. But it would be a start. Fiona wants to fix this." You explain. "It has to start somewhere."

"Awww, that is so sweet. A nice letter, how kind of her." Oily sarcasm dripped from her razor sharp words. "Fiona can't fix it Jesse. She broke it, she broke ME. She can't fix anything. She's so fucked up she can't even fix herself."

"Elsie, please. Where's Fiona?"

She ignores your question. "Come on Jesse. Don't worry about our bitch of a sister. Come on big brother, let's play! Let me give you everything you always wanted."

"El, tell me right now, where is Fiona?" You say with stony seriousness.

Elsie sighs in defeat and shrugs her shoulders. "You're missing a golden opportunity here...brother."

"Tell me!"

Elsie waits a few excruciatingly long tense seconds. "I figured she'd gotten off long enough being a **** and a murderer. It's about time she faced up to the FACTS." Elsie explains as calmly as if she was talking about the weather.

"Murderer?"

"Yeah, she killed Daddy you know." El blinks her big dark eyes. "He he he! Didn't you know that?"

Your eyes widen with shock. "You...you don't actually believe that!?"

She laughs. "Of course not, but SHE does. Ha ha ha ha ha!" With a look of pure unfiltered evil she adds in a low voice. "Fiona broke me. Now I'm gonna break her!"

Your blood runs cold. "Oh my god. What have you done!?" Without waiting for an answer you push past your little sister and sprint upstairs.

You immediately notice Fiona's room door was closed. You try the knob to discover it is locked. You can barely hear a small voice inside. Using the trick you knew, the trick El didn't realize you knew, you lift the door by the knob then put your shoulder into it. Getting through the lock as you had a few times before. You swing the door open.

You take two steps in and scan quickly, immediately finding your diminutive older sister and let out a gasp.

Fiona stood straight up with her arms at her sides in little fists, a pair of scissors gripped in one hand. She stood directly in front of her wall mirror and stared into it.

Framing Fiona's reflection in bright pink lipstick the words "****" at the top and "MURDERER" along the bottom were written in large capitol letters. On her forehead the word "Worthless" was also scrawled. Fiona's long blonde hair below the neck had been chopped roughly off and lay in wavy locks around her feet. On her face was smeared a thick hastily applied makeup that made her look like some sort of clown whore.

Of course she still wore the nightie.

Rivers of tears flowing and streaking down her painted face as Fiona stared at herself in the mirror, staring directly into her own pained hazel eyes, and obediently repeated the same phrase over and over and over again.

"I hate you...I hate y-you...I hate you...I hate you...I hate you!"

Ohhhh no, what had Elsie done!

Fiona's small body trembles and shivers. Her face was a mask of pain, grief, and abject despair.

Fiona looks at you through the mirror. With a monumental act of her own will she pushes through the orders she had been given her to whimper the words "ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵐᵉ" before she looks back into her own eyes and begins her mantra anew. "I hate you...I h-h-hate you..."

"Fiona! Oh my god!"

"He he he he." Behind you the ice cold chuckling of your little sister. "She's not so attractive now, is she?"