Outside the sky became grey, as the wind started to speed up, howling beyond the window glass, like it wanted to pierce it, while inside it was an abyssal silence. The only thing that echoed through the room, was the dripping from the sink. Each drip made a sound that felt like a hammer in my head. It was agonizing. Ethan stood up and reaches for a spider that nonchalantly was coming in our way. I let out a grimace seeing it. The brown color reminded me of the liana skin I hold that night and sunk my teeth on. It had a foul taste! The spider reached his palm, letting the vile creature crawl onto. He looked at me, letting his head on a side, as the spider started to go up his arm tingling him.

Ethan let out a chuckle; while opening his mouth, showing his jagged fangs, as his tongue slid out. It had the color of lavender; with small thorns on it! Such as a rose splitting in ten thin strips, snatching it from his arm, straight into his mouth.

"Yummy!" He said, making me chuckle while patting his head; hearing the chains clatter, making my heart beat in the rhythm of the dripping, then silence once again.

I couldn't wait anymore, I had to see him. The raging heartbeat created a symphony of swirling emotions inside me, approaching the door. One push with my tip of the finger and with a heavy crack opened, revealing my brother.

The air felt choked up. All I could see; was how his blood was sliding down from his side, soaking the fabric of his shirt and pants. He was suspended by the ceiling by the chains and his toes were barely reaching out the floor. His lips were sore and bleeding heavy, as his wounds as well, but he was silent, forcing himself to not let out a single sound. Even if he was in a excruciating pain, a thing which annoyed Yves, who was now in front of him, smirking.

Watching into Yves eyes, his true color was coming up to surface. The muddy soil shade, as he was hissing at Emilian. While licking his lips, noticing me in an end, and making an innocence face expression; like he has been a good boy!

Some of Emilian's wounds had already started to form a scab and in some pus could be seen. Watching Yves I could tell he wasn't thrilled of my brother stoical silence, he glance at me with a vile glee into his eyes, laughing all of a sudden.

I wanted to say something; but for a reason, I was feeling I was getting even on my brother; for all the words he carved into my soul, year after year. I shut down my eyes; but I still could see with "her" eyes. Yves long nails, carving one of my brother wounds, as the shirt felt down on the floor; covering the old stains of blood.

Emilian started to trash, as foam formed as his mouth having a crimson hue, dripping on his chin mixed with his saliva. His entire body was bathed in a wave of sweat, as his color changed from a pale complexion to scarlet tint. Screaming in pain, unable to reach anyone ears, but ours.

The floor started to get stained heavy by blood and urine, which made me turn my head toward Oliver, which was now in a cocoon, in a corner. Its color was a dark purple and black veins, pulsating heavy. A fading shade of his silhouette was appearing from time to time, in his dormant state.

My heart was aching and hectic, as I lean from the wall, while Ethan entered as well, eating more spiders he found around, like candies. He stood in front of me, leaning by my body, as I put my hand on his shoulder, both watching the scene that was unfolding before us.

"Nathaniel?" Yves suddenly said staring toward Oliver. I hummed something, letting him know he can say what had in his mind. "Why we do not feed that thing, with his blood?" Sucking his lips he started looking around; then at me, having a frown on his face.

"We're not feeding him, with my brother, we will not eat Emilian." I flatly told him as he pouted. "I told you since the moment we took both of them."

Yves lifted his hand in his air, continuing to lick his lips, as blood oozing down, spattering the floor.

"God! My cock will revert as a virgin again, if I stay longer with all of you." Grinning he started to circle Emilian, touching his skin with his fingertips, seeing visible how bad Emilian was shaking, each time Yves was pressing on the wounds. "I wonder if your hole will help me relieve bit of my stress." Saying that he grin as he unbuckled Emilian pants, starting to pull them down, but stopped midway, hearing my voice.

"Enough of your games Yves!"

"Yes mommy!" Annoyed he replied back, shrugging and sighting seeing something that made him wrinkle his nose. The pale look on Emilian face showed shame and bewilderment, watching down, gripping his hands in fists, letting a whimper escape his lips.

"Oh, man!" Yves chuckled sadistically. "You're finding yourself in a stinky situation right now; aren't you?" He looked at Ethan and made him a sign. "Son, bring me that hose, someone needs a booty bath." He said as Ethan dashed toward it and jumping a bit took hold of it, dragging it to Yves.

"What now daddy?" Ethan said, as with one hand he was holding the hose, and with other the jar with the four spiders.

"Now; we switch the tap on and wash his stinky booty, we don't want flies dying here, no?" Hearing this Ethan giggled, while Yves pulled completely Emilian pants down and started to spray him with the icy water all over his body. Emilan struggled in his chains, but then his body went limp, fainting for a moment, but being waken up fast by Yves, as he gripped him from his hair pulling.

My eyes weren't on the scene, but on the other side of the room; being witness at the miracle of birth, mesmerized. A small crack appeared in the cocoon, as long blank nails, were ripping the skin apart as it was trying to get out and gasping to breath. The cocoon as being torn apart, it let out a sound as a water balloon splashed on the street, making Yves cuss, as the smell of rotten flesh liquid as a sea in waves reached his legs, making him jolt slightly.

Gasping for air; the blood and the slimy black liquid mix, came out from his mouth, alongside with pieces of flesh and bones. His long hair was now sticking to his pale skin, and his face was covered by it as well. His entire body was scrawny, yet from the way he looked taller than me. His body was covered in a layer of slime and blood, tainting the water, creating a grotesque picture, while his body was still attached from the cocoon through a skin type strand, from his back and belly button.

"Do you think his face has a normal appearance now?"

Ethan asks as he ran to me and hidden behind me, embracing me from my hips. I heard Emilian gasp, making himself a mess again, feeling demoralized, as tears washed his faced, tangling with the droplet's of water and sweat. In that moment, Yves let go of the chains, making him fall in his own feces, as he continue to get him wet, as he pin him down to the ground, with his foot on the head, pulling off his light, as blood oozed down from his mouth.

Oliver lifted his head up, and beneath the strands of hair his smile blossomed, seeing us, as he mumbled something that was hard to decipher for a normal person, but was "food?", while I shook my head, making him let a slight pout. His finger slowly retracted, but their color remain black, as he tried to stand up, but his body was too feeble.

Colors mixed, emotions came to surface. Happiness, fear, humiliation, nausea and joy to see an old friend, but something dark resides in him, he isn't alone, "Theon" is someone else, is a creature that took over him, while ours failed.

"He is perfect!"

A strange quiet then felt upon us, hearing Yves voice, like the snow that which now was covering our crime. Oliver was exactly as the man that invaded my mind, yet a child in many ways. Yves hit Emilian face so hard, that made me cringe.

His painful moan was a symphony filled with sadness, as darkness took over him, shivering on the wet floor and dirty, as his wounds were throbbing heavy. I could feel his suffering, his delirious state, but I couldn't let him free; I hope he someday would forgive me, if he would survive. I did; but deep inside, his words still stinging in my mind.