DEPRAVITY: Love Depraved

by Natalie Bennett

  I nodded against the warmth of him, and started from the beginning.

  I stopped once I got to the part where I came to walking in the cold, blood soaking my clothes, seeing Tonya.

  “What was in the basement?” Ethan asked.

  This was my last secret.

  The only one I hadn’t told anyone yet, not even Julian.

  I had no reason to keep it from Declan or Ethan, though. They wouldn’t hurt me if I told them.

  “They said Daddy was in the basement.”

  “Daddy…is Daddy, Heath?”

  A barely subtle nod was my response.

  “Mother made him do it,” I added.

  And that was it. The last secret I had to offer. Telling it made me feel closer to the two of them.

  Declan kissed the top of my head and stood up, positioning me beneath the blankets in the center of the bed.

  They climbed in beside me on either side, their warm bodies cocooning me comfortably.

  “Daddy isn’t going to hurt you ever again,” Ethan said after an elongated pause.

  Sleepily I replied, “Because I have you two.”

  They were both silent for a long time, neither saying a word.

  The snowfall had begun and had yet to stop.

  I sat on the couch with my sewing kit, making two hats for Katie’s twins.

  In long cozy socks and one of my sleep shirts, Max dozing on the floor beside me, I was content.

  Katie and Mason had left the night before, travelling to the hospital that would take the babies out, Uncle Julian and Grandmother Helga had gone with them.

  Declan and Ethan were usually up at the Château, handling things for the time being.

  We hadn’t discussed my latest secret yet, I tried to. I don’t think they were ready yet.

  Hearing my phone buzzing yet again on the end table, next to my skull, I sat my supplies to the side and reached for it.

  The same number I didn’t recognize was calling again. Deciding to just answer it, I slid the grey tab over and accepted the call.

  “Hello?”

  “Helena! I’m at the gates; I need to talk to you. It’s very important,” Bridgette’s voice exploded through the earpiece.

  Bridgette.

  I remembered Declan and Ethan mentioning they couldn’t find her. They must have been busy to not get the message she was at the gate.

  I could help them.

  “Hold on,” I said, disconnecting the call.

  I sent a text to both of my guys, and then dressed quickly in warm clothes and waterproof boots.

  “Stay, Max,” I told the big black dog, shutting him safely inside the house.

  I trekked the expanse of the driveway, huffing and puffing when I got to the end.

  Not allowing her inside the property, I slipped through the iron gates and made sure they clicked shut behind me.

  I trudged to her idling, bubble SUV, and climbed into the passenger seat at her urging.

  “I know what you did,” she bluntly stated, sounding completely different than she had on the phone.

  I shrugged, keeping my arms crossed, uncaring if she knew or not. Dad told all the secrets he told me to keep. Of course, he told her this one too.

  She sped down the road, hands growing tighter around the steering wheel.

  “Did you burn my house down? You did, didn’t you? Where are Heath and Molly, Helena? Are they inside that fucking house?” Her voice gradually grew larger.

  I didn’t have the answer to any of her demands or questions.

  “You need help, Helena, severe help, someone that can fix the—.”

  “I’m going to throw up,” I abruptly announced, keeling over and grabbing my stomach.

  Bridgette swerved to the side of the road and hit the brakes, as expected.

  “Not in the car!” she demanded.

  “Help me,” I pleaded as best I possibly could.

  She cursed under her breath, throwing her door open.

  As she rushed around to my side, I slid the knife I’d taken from the house lower beneath my arm sleeve,

  The door flung open, she reached in and roughly pulled me out.

  “I shouldn’t help you at all, but I know how sick you are and—.”

  “My sickness makes me special,” I cut her off.

  Her mind finally wrapping around the fact that I’d faked being ill, she went to take a step back.

  I struck out, slamming the knife into her gut just like Declan and I had the first time we fixed someone together.

  Her mouth fell open, an agonized scream rippling through the air. Jerking the knife straight across her abdomen in a zigzag line, I thought of how foolish she was to get in the car with me.

  Twisting the handle as far and hard as I could, I used extreme strength and pulled upward, causing her puffy jacket to pop in a cloud of red feathers.

  Dad must not have told her all my secrets.

  I wouldn’t let anything stand in the way of me and my perfect family.

  Bridgette looked at me, slowly sinking to her knees.

  “Bye, bye,” I whispered, pulling the knife out of her gut.

  I wiped my face, smearing some of her blood across my cheek.

  A snowflake landed on the very spot a second later.

  Looking up at the sky as a new snowfall began; I started to giggle, catching some in my bloodied hands.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Declan

  It was Christmas Eve when we gave her the first of her gifts.

  She piggy-backed on Ethan, wearing nothing other than her gingerbread man pajamas, they were one of her new favorite thing, claiming there was song about them that reminded her of us.

  It was late, ten-thirty at night.

  We were quiet as we made our way to the play room, seeing two lights were still lit up.

  I’d been here just hours ago, readying Heath for this moment.

  I let him see his fiancée, the gutted rotten thing stuffed in a barrel.

  Then I let him view a preview of what Julian and Mason had done to Molly.

  Still, this is what I was looking forward to the most.

  We entered the room; Ethan lowered Helena to the floor.

  “Dad,” she stated with zero emotion.

  Just as she should, the man wasn’t her father. He was her uncle. It always left Ethan and I stupefied when we were called such sick derogatory terms and then you had people like Heath, fucking his niece up the ass on a filthy mattress as punishment, to treat a sickness he helped plant.

  People like her Mother who punished her for being the product of a rape, accusing her of being sick instead of Heath’s brother.

  The greasy fuck shoved his cock in her pussy behind the diner she served at.

  He confessed before he overdosed a month later. What a remarkable way to find out you’re an uncle.

  Heath spilled it all as Ethan removed a few of his back teeth like Helena’s Mother had done to her.

  This piece of living breathing shit tied to my chair tracked them down and played ‘Daddy’, going along with a woman’s need to punish the child she chose to have.

  He left Helena behind knowing she would one day try and fix the broken home she wanted to be whole, all to protect his name in case things got spilled out.

  He was a coward.

  Yet, my family was fucked up?

  We were the wrong ones.

  I wonder how they felt knowing they were the ones that planted this sickness inside her.

  They were the ones that let it grow, feeding it when they claimed to be curing it.

  I guess I could thank them for that.

  “Angel,” Heath whimpered, sounding oddly relieved for some reason.

  “Helena,” she corrected, making me smile.

  Ethan went right over to the trolley, grabbing it and wheeling it up next to the chair.

  “Helena?” Heath questioned, his voice getting that delightful shake of terror I loved to hear.

  “Did you
honestly think we would let you walk your ass out of here after what you told us?” I asked him.

  “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me anymore!” he yelled, spit flying from his swollen mouth.

  “What kind of stupid fuck trusts the guys that burned his house down, kidnapped him, and tied him up to a chair, pre-torture?” Ethan asked, laughing at his own question.

  “Dad.” Helena stepped up beside him and touched his cheek. “You’re broken.”

  He began shaking his head back and forth, repeating the word, “No.”

  “It’s okay. I can fix you.” She picked up the small circular, handheld surgical blade, and moved to stand in front of him.

  Ethan quickly busied himself feeding the pink thread she’d picked out through the needle.

  I grabbed her stuffed penguin and got to work on that.

  Anything not to think about the blade Helena had clicked on and where it was going.

  The whirring noises grew louder the second the tool connected with Heath’s cock, easily cutting through useless muscle and tendons.

  His screams echoed in the room, stopping when he passed out, resuming when she started on his scrotum, removing each of his balls individually.

  Helena never broke her concentration.

  The blood spraying up from the man she only ever knew as a dad, didn’t bother her.

  It bothered me more as my own dick tried to shrivel up backwards.

  When she was finished, Ethan passed her the pink spool and needle, volunteering to sit this one out.

  She grabbed some stuffing from the pile I’d made, and got to work.

  Beneath a shimmery red light, we stood back, and watched her fix her dad.

  Epilogue

  Declan

  The double shower head cascaded warm water over all of us.

  I had a hand braced against the wall, trying not to prematurely come like a teenage boy.

  Helena’s warm mouth was wrapped around my dick, her hands braced on my thighs as she sucked me hard and deep.

  Ethan’s hands gripped my ass, cheeks spread wide apart as his tongue plunged in and out of it, circling the rim.

  Seeing them both on their knees, both of them using their mouths, my balls fought me, wanting to tighten and release.

  I tried to focus on everything but what they were doing.

  The steak I needed to dethaw.

  Morgaine, and, Julias. The twins.

  Hannibal, the golden retriever we got Helena for our one year anniversary, six months ago.

  She hadn’t tried to fix the fluffy asshole once. That may have been because we had our weekly nights of ‘fixing’ things now. People seemingly loved to see shit like that. I think it was more because she adored the mammoth now taking up parts of our bed.

  I jolted a bit, being brought back to the moment my Helena cupping my balls as she stood up.

  “You ready,” Ethan asked, standing up behind me.

  “I think I can handle it,” I drawled.

  He smirked, gesturing to the mosaic bench we’d had put in the shower.

  “Lie down and spread your legs for me,” I told Helena.

  She gently squeezed my balls one last time, making me grit my teeth before she backed away.

  Her electric blue eyes stayed on us as she laid on the slick bench, the shower heads sending water down her lithe, beautiful body.

  She spread her legs, showing off her freshly shaved pussy and soft folds.

  Stalking towards her, I positioned myself between her legs, bringing them up so they were in two V shapes.

  I ran a finger down her slit, finding her already wet, unsurprisingly. I’d never met a girl who got as excited as she did when it came to sucking a dick now that she knew it got her nearly whatever the fuck she wanted.

  Not that either of us would ever be stupid enough to complain.

  “Declan,” she mumbled my name, reaching up to cup my face. “I love you.”

  I could have come right then.

  Eyes so empty before were filling up more and more every day. If we could just get the smile down pat everything would be great.

  She’d come so far, though. I was happy as hell just hearing those words from her.

  “I love you, sweetheart,” I replied, pressing a deep kiss on her lips as I eased my dick inside her tight little pussy.

  She sighed contentedly as I stretched her out, fingers running through my hair.

  “Love you,” she said again to Ethan as he approached.

  “Love you, babe,” he flashed his boyish smile and stroked her cheek, settling on his knees behind me.

  It had become almost a steeple not to add the word too when we said it. As if we needed to always ensure we were on the same page, no one was feeling left out.

  After a year and a half, it had never happened.

  I pushed my hips forward when I felt one of his fingers enter my ass, getting a soft moan from beneath me.

  He prodded at me before lining the head of his cock up with my ass, sliding it up and down between my cheeks.

  I could feel it throbbing against me.

  When he began to push inside me, I did the same to Helena, forcing my dick further inside her.

  He pulled out, testing the rim, and then slammed himself back in.

  I grunted, gripping the side of the bench.

  He began to move, his hips rolled behind me, hands gripped my hips.

  I pushed my ass back, letting him know he could fuck me as hard as he wanted, rocking forward inside Helena.

  “You want it harder?” Ethan asked.

  “Fuck my ass as hard as you can,” I retorted.

  He didn’t disappoint.

  It’d been a few weeks since cock was fucking me like this. Every slam of his hips had me giving it Helena just as hard.

  I fucked her while he fucked me. Our moans drifted about the sound of running water and slapping skin.

  Helena grabbed at my shoulders, squeezing herself around me as I started fucking her harder, working my ass on Ethan’s cock, destroying her sweet pussy.

  Being with them at once was a feeling I couldn’t describe, the shit was overwhelming. I felt consumed, understanding what Helena meant by being whole.

  “Fuck,” I cursed, feeling him hit my prostate.

  He placed a hand on lower back, forcing me to arch and take more.

  “Ah, shit,” he moaned, slapping my ass on both sides.

  Helena slipped a hand between us, beginning to play with her clit.

  She shut her eyes when I dropped my mouth to hers, flexing my hips as deep into her cunt as I could.

  I knew she was close, her vise-like grip made it hard to move. Her nails were digging into my skin so hard I knew I’d have marks.

  Her sexy little moans grew louder, and then I was catching her blissful scream on my tongue.

  She came hard, drenching my dick with her come.

  “She done?” Ethan asked from behind me when she sighed, satisfied.

  “Yeah,” I rasped.

  “Good, stand up and bend over so I can really fuck you now.”

  I laughed at his cocky assertiveness, pulling out of Helena to do what he said.

  It stopped being funny when she slid over and wrapped her mouth around my dick again, and he proceeded to do as he said.

  He fucked me good and hard.

  When he came he locked on my hips, cock jerking inside me, emptying himself in my ass.

  Without doing anything, my dick began to shoot out come, long steady streams straight down Helena’s throat.

  She swallowed eagerly as I fisted her hair, my knees trembling like hers did.

  Ethan sighed, hugging me from behind. I eased myself from Helena’s mouth, and pulled her to feet, pulling her into my front.

  It was three in the morning when I woke.

  Looking over, I saw Ethan still asleep, lower lip poking out.

  Already knowing where Helena was, I got out of bed and pulled on some drawers before padding down the hall.


  The soft glow of the lamp illuminated what she was doing.

  Sitting on the floor Indian style, using Hannibal as a prop, she sorted her sewing kit out, again.

  The chest in the corner was overflowing with animals some old, most new.

  A skull turned plant holder sat on the end table beside the light, thanks to Katie.

  I’d never really got the point of the stuffed animal thing. Uncle Julian told me her version of it, and I had to do my best to dissect what that meant.

  Why sew them up with stuffing?

  The answer was still the same I suppose as Helena’s was, to make them perfect.

  Pull out everything bad and fill it with something different, make it whole, make it better.

  It was fascinating, really.

  I wondered what else she would fix in the future. Nothing ever seemed to be done the same as another thing.

  Sensing I was watching her, she glanced over her shoulder, mouth slowly turning up in what was considered a smile for her.

  “Want to help?”

  “Sure,” I padded into the room, and got my old ass on the floor beside her, just as I did every time she came in here to do this in the middle of the night.

  We sorted peacefully, color coding thread.

  I stared at her as worked, wondering how the fuck we got so lucky.

  Helena Gardener.

  Beautiful girl.

  Rotten to the core.

  But to me, she had a heart of gold, and my balls secured in the palm of her hand.

  Epilogue

  Helena

  Solo, single, lonely.

  Until Declan.

  Until Ethan.

  They were drawn to my sickness like moths to a flame.

  With them, I was nurtured into something special.

  With them, I flourished in depths of decay and darkness.

  And this was only the beginning.

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