Never Free Indeed

Two months ago, there was a big fire accident in their house. Nothing really bad happened, except that two people died. The father and mother of newly born twins.

The identical girls had to live with their Uncle. All should have been well, except that their Uncle lives far away from town, has no friends, and has been arrested multiple times for rape and child sexual assault.

Though he had not had any complaints come out in years, it wasn’t because he was pure. It was because the girls kept his secret safe for 15 years.

Uncle Ben was living the dream of any child sexual assault-er. He was the guardian to two beautiful, fully-grown women.

But Helene and Helena turned 16, they knew the difference between a boy and a girl, had feelings, and soon Uncle Ben’s dream was about to be shattered. The little girls that were once innocent would soon be opened to the truth — a truth that could change everything for Uncle Ben.

Despite Uncle Ben’s warning to stay away from friends, Helena had a boyfriend named Drake. Though Helene kept her sister’s secret safe, it was soon too evident for Uncle Ben to see.

The rule had always been one thing “Follow the roaster.”

The girls took turns being Uncle Ben’s sex slaves each day. If Helene takes over on Monday, Helena continues on Tuesday, and then it is back to Helene on Wednesday. Now, today was Friday, and Helene was in charge.

But Helene also had a date with Drake that Friday.

Though Helena tried to cover up, Uncle Ben knew the difference between the twins, and he, indeed wasn’t fooled.

“Where is the other one?” Uncle Ben barked, his growl scary enough to cause Helena to startle.

But before Helena could even talk, Uncle Ben dragged her inside, locked the doors, and did the most inhumane thing ever. He tore her open and pierced through her without mercy and with anger. Helena cried and screamed. But no one heard. No one was close by.

Hours later, Helene came back home. Drake and the police were with her. Somehow, Drake convinced her he’d be there for her and that Uncle Ben must be reported to the law. But it was too late. Helena had given up.

Though Uncle Ben was taken into custody, sentenced to death for killing another, Helene didn’t think it was enough.

On Uncle Ben’s trial, where he was to be sentenced — officially, Helene had her plan in mind.

She glared at Uncle Ben, her eyes red with anger and grief. Flashes of her sister skipped through her mind. She was cold and stiff. Her thighs were covered in blood, and her neck — blue from strangling. Uncle Ben mustn’t have it easy.

Without thinking, her blood boiling, Helene pushed through the police authorities that stood close to Uncle Ben, and she pushed the knife through his flesh. Like it wasn’t enough, she stabbed him again… and again… and again until she lost count.

Uncle Ben fell to the floor, jerked repeatedly, and blood sprouted from the many cuts. But Helene didn’t take her eyes off him, even when the authorities restrained her. All she could think of was the satisfaction she got from Uncle Ben’s liveless corpse.