Sandy knelt between our mother's legs. I stood at the side of the bed, some blankets draped carelessly mopped the floor like our origin's hair, which Era stroked. Blood ran from her entire body, dripping especially from her legs. There were blotches of purple and and black bruises and big wounds where skin had simply been torn away. Looking back to the room door, I noticed the trail of suffering in the form of some blood and pieces of her skin, and her teeth, and her shredded clothes.

I put my hand into the pooling blood under her legs and smeared the blood over my arms. It felt amazing but I could never explain it. Just a rush of pleasure and excitement like none other.

"Please (sob) awahhaagh plee ah-uh (sobs)!"
"Shut up!" do you remember your piece of shit friends whipping me?! This is your turn!"
"NO NO NO PLEASE!! I'M SORRY!"

I didn't know that until then, but my memory flashed back to me, seeing several men in another room- was it only 2 or 3? maybe fifty??- and basically dancing around and I could hear my sister's screams. Sandy went through that, worse than anything I endure by a long shot. I got angry for her.

Going to mom's dressers, Era rummaged for belts. Mom looked at her wide eyed and still yet quivering. She flipped her face back and to look up at me as I peered from over her.