Thread: Though They Walk Through The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death (Quix & Aurelia)

You filthy, disgusting, harlot! Hands grasped into locks of light brown hair, gripping as if the pain she brought to herself would be enough to subdue her mothers wrath. She tried to elicit apologies but as she was being dragged, she knew her fate had been sealed once more to be placed in the basement's closet. David would be home soon and with the amount of punishment now, she would soon be expecting his to continue later. A thought that had her body aching already as she tried to keep her feet half fighting and half agreeing while stumbling down the stairs. Seventeen old Eve had done everything in her power to obey, to be the precious doll that Mary had wanted, if only to stop any occurring pain from the parents with Adam not there to try and defend her. She had never wanted him to take the brunt of it, however, that was where it had seemed to fall. Until he was banished from the home and she had been left to fend for herself. It hadn't taken much from David, but Mary had seemed to keep her ever watchful, motherly eye upon the girl. And one particular day after church, Eve had found the picture of her and Adam from only a year before, kept usually in the living room for appearances, with her in her room. Quiet sobbing as she tried to keep her hopes up had been first before, her hand had found her cheek, eyes closing as if she could picture him touching her instead. Soon, his voice entering her head, silencing every bit of pain and with it, a strange feeling of pleasure coursing as her hand began to lower, over her chest to grip softly before fingers began dancing down across her stomach before lingering right above the center of her legs. A slight panic rushing as she had heard of how evil it was, only to have Adam's voice encourage more without even being there. Muffled sobs had turned into a sudden breath of pleasure and before Eve could tell, her passing few seconds of actual bliss had been halted when Mary came through her door. Eve had fallen from heaven and it had begun war in the household once more. TO LUST AFTER YOUR OWN FLESH!? I'm so sorry! PLEASE! MOTHER! Eve's frantic cries asking for forgiven fell on deaf ears as words kept berating her. Eventually she had given up hope, knowing this was to end awful as she was pushed into the closet once more, the sound of the lock echoing despite it barely having a sound. It was something that nightmares truly were made of, for it meant she only then had to wait for footsteps to come down and light to break back through, before her hell began. Children couldn't have feared even the boogie man this much... Eve had been caned so hard in the front that welts on her hands had formed and bled when she had tried to stop, and after a point, she had pretty sure she had blacked out. She hadn't slept that night and could barely walk herself to the bathroom to clean up afterward, her skirt having tried in vain to protect the tender skin from being broken, but stripped across her thighs and up between her legs were marks to prove anything but otherwise. Eve had barely managed to go to school the next day, choosing to lie about terrible cramps and willing to take whatever punishment would come if that was to be found out, and managed to stay in the nurses office most of the day. She hadn't been able to look at a boy the same. Even a month after Adam had saved her she had still flinched at his touch alone, Mary's blaring words crumpling her to the floor. The memory of pain making her muscles twitch and her cunt ache in a pain she actually couldn't relive. Adam's touch now did everything her haunts had meant to stop bringing pleasure and silence instead of pain and suffering. A safety that even God couldn't touch, or so Eve liked to believe. Moving ever closer, soon finding herself crawling upon his lap, her legs straddling to each side as his excitement grew her own even more. Feeding off each other like they did happiness. Her eyes meeting his own with a wonderment only given usually to kids and storybooks. The mention of a movie that had actually given Eve a bit of a scare when first watching it, snuggled closely to her brother while they had watched it, caught her attention. Only to give a knowing look when he explained what he had meant, something not short of admiration crossing her face. You're amazing, Adam... She wasn't quite sure if she could believe it right then, but for him to say such a thing, to spark a thought that perhaps David was no God, and if he was, his powers only reigned in their fear, it was enough to have her trembling with visible excitement. Her eyes fluttered closed then opened with his passing kisses, listening intently to his plan. To her, Adam was the smartest person she had ever known, brilliant youth wasted in such a growing environment, only to be pushed into working what work they could. Yes... we'll take him down, peg by peg. Eve quickly agreed, meeting his kiss with her own before barely peeking her eyes open to his own. Were they actually going to do this? Her hips shifted against his just lightly, her hands softly rubbing up and down his arms before carefully resting upon his shoulders. After God... Satan doesn't truly scare me. And as long as I'm with you, nothing ever will again. Her lips met his tenderly, a few quick pecks between words. They'll never expect us to come back to them, it's perfect. The cops that served under David may have known what they looked like before, but to think that the two would come surfacing back for some act of revenge? They would never see it coming, and that thought alone got the younger sibling more excited about perhaps an actual purpose of life, then anything had in awhile. So much that her fingers trembled against her brothers skin and her eyes stared up to his like it was a Christmas morning shown on the tv shows. We could sleep without a fear, Adam. We will sleep, eat... live in freedom. She barely got another word out as her body wiggled against his in some blissful moment of glee, her lips smashing up against his once more with a soft moan while her arms wrapped around him. Leaning back only a second later to speak again quickly. We need to plan, need to get things around... we need a car, money. Things were being listed off, but instead of sounding discouraged, it sounded much more like she was preparing a list in her head. Not once letting worry waver across her face yet.