==Chapter 5. Dead or Alive.==


"It won't be today, at any rate," Bob explained to Kasia. "Here's the deal. You get to play with your sister today, on the condition that you clean the place up tomorrow. Then we'll decide what to do with you."

"It'll be fun!" Emma added helpfully.

Kasia hung her head. Fun for who? It didn't sound very promising. She was stunned by the realisation that she most likely had her whole life planned out in front of her. A day of cleaning, then brutally raped half to death by these two sickos, and fed into that Masher or some other machine.

But Bob had been kinda nice to her. He hadn't even hit her. That's more than could be said of her mother. She didn't know what to think. Maybe it was a test. And what did Bob mean by 'play with your sister'?

She thought about that as she ate, and squashed another ravioli parcel. God, it would be so nice to do horrible things to her sister. After all the shit she had to take over the years. And no-one would even find out, because she'd be dead too. Soon. Probably. What goes around, comes around. Anyway, it's not even murder, she reasoned, because she's already dead. And her mum. Both dead. Good.

They finished their meal, and split a bottle of wine. Emma said she was exhausted and just wanted fall into a sleep of sweet nightmares. She crashed out on the bed leaving the other two to their devices.

"C'mon girl," Bob said, "It's time to see to your sister."

He looked down at Kasia, and saw that she was silently crying again. "You okay?"

"I wish she was still alive."

Bob knew that after the trauma she had experienced, reality and grief would eventually re-establish themselves. Maybe she was having a change of heart. But he was dead wrong.

"I would have loved to make her cry for ever and ever," she added.

"Do you like making girls cry?" Bob gently enquired.

Maybe it was the wine, but Kasia felt she could open up to him. "Some girls. Bob, I know you just want to watch me do it cos you're some kind of pervo. And I know Emma's gonna chop me to pieces while you rape me or something. I just want to let you know I don't really care anymore."

Bob nodded. "So what do you want to do with your sister?"

"I dunno. I hate her. I wanna smash her into a thousand pieces. Gouge her eyeballs out. Cut off her thieving fingers." She sighed. "But she's already dead so it won't really be fun."

Bob laughed. "Well, you can do whatever you want, as long as you clean up the mess after."

Kasia was silent for a moment. A few minutes ago she thought she'd just be gouging eyeballs with a knife, and now a whole new vista of possibilities was opening up.

"Even a machine?" she asked tentatively. She secretly hoped that would mean Bob could rape her again while they watched her sister's body get fucked up by machinery.

"Since you've been such a good sport, I'll let you choose any machine. Just remember you have to clean up after."