Zoe
By L. L. N. Dickey
   All was lost for Zoe.  She watched men ram sack he family's home, and then slowly torture and kill her family.  This scene was slowly ripping her heart to shreds and there was nothing she could do to stop it.  Zoe couldn't move or breathe for that matter.  She couldn't risk being heard, especially since she knew who the men in the house were.  God please let them leave soon was the prayer that kept racing though her head.  One of the men stepped next to the closet she was hiding in and startled Zoe.  She jumped back knocking over some boxes.  The closet door was flung open.
"Well, well, well.  What do we have here?"one of the men commented as the others grouped around him.
"If it isn't my little sister," a voice called from the back of the gathering.
  Zoe knew this voice to well.  It was her stepbrother, Paul.  Paul stepped in front of the other men and crouched in front of, Zoe.  Behind him stood six men in all.
  "Didn't you want to join the fun, Zoe?" Paul smiled.
  Zoe stared at him in silence as she tried to hind the fear that was welling up inside her.  The smile on Paul's face spread from ear to ear.  He grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the closet.  She fell forward landing at the feet of the tallest man in the group.  Paul then pulled her up off the floor by her hair.
   "What you gonna do with her Paul?" the tall one asked.
  "I'm not sure, Jeff," Paul answered,"but it wouldn't be right to let her miss out on all the fun."  He lifted her head back and forced her to look at the room.  It was covered with blood.  Zoe shut her eyes and choked her vomit back down her throat.  "You don't want Mom and Dad to have all the fun do you?"  Paul then threw her back to the floor.  "No my dear sister, I have something really special in store for you." He began to unzip his pants.
   "No don't!" Zoe exclaimed as she tried to get up from the floor and managed to grabbed the two necklaces he had on.
    "Jeff hold her still," Paul ordered.
    Jeff pushed Zoe back to the floor breaking the chains on the necklaces and pinned her arms down as another man held her legs.  She knew what he was going to do to her and now there was nothing she could do to stop it.
    "Take her pants off," Paul ordered again.
    "No stop!" Zoe tried to fight back.
    "Shut up!" Paul cried out as he kicked her in the side.
    Zoe draws up in pain as one of the men snatched her pants off.  Paul smiled as he climbed on top of her. "I've always wanted to do this to you Zoe.  Now no one can stop me from fucking you."  He pulled out his throbbing penis and placed his head against her pussy.  "Not Mom, not Dad," He thrust his rod in her as hard as he could, then placed he mouth to her ear, "and not you."
     Zoe felt pain shoot straight up her spine and flow out to the tip of every nerve in her body.  She gripped the necklaces tighter.  Paul smiled when he saw the pain on her face then he punched her in the face.  Zoe turned away from him in order to keep from giving him the satisfaction of seeing her start to cry.
    "Look at me bitch!" he screamed at her.  Zoe didn't move.  Paul slapped her face back towards himself.  "I told you to look at me damn it!"  Zoe stared up at him as tears and blood ran down her face.  "Ah, did I hurt you little sis?"
     Zoe just stared at him. He didn't understand that her tears were not those of fear or pain, no she was now past these feelings.  Paul licked some of the blood from her face and scraped his fingernails down her stomach.  She didn't flinch.
      "So you think you're  tough now?" Paul smiled at his new challenge.  "We"ll just see about that."
       He jammed his stick harder into Zoe.  The pain went straight up her spine yet again making her wince.  The hatred she now felt for Paul was building up with every thrust of his hips.  Then he stopped.
      "This isn't working for me," Paul mumbled as he pulled out of her.  "I know, Frank give me your knife."
       "Say what?" Frank called from one of the other rooms.
      "I said bring me your knife you God damned son-of-a-bitch!" Paul yelled back.
     "Ain't no need for name calling, Paul," Frank complained as he walked toward Paul. "Ya know I can't hear all that well."
       "Shut the fuck up and just give me the damn knife."  Frank held out the knife to Paul, who then snatches it and turned back to Zoe.  "Now I think this will make things a little more interesting don't you think so?"  He cut her across her stomach.
     "W...why are you...doing this to me?"  Zoe asked through her pain.
      Paul leaned down and put his face next to her ear, "Because I can."  He licked the blood from the side of her face.  "You have a problem with that?"  He then took the knife and slashed the side of her face.
       "Argh!" Zoe finally screamed out.  God how she wished she could take that damn knife and shove it in Paul's fucking eye.  Paul just smiled down at her with delight in his cruelty.  The thought of the things he planned to do to her made his prick so hard it hurt.  He licked the blood from the blade of the knife as he prepared to enter Zoe again.  He thrust his penis inside of her once more.  God she wanted to see him suffer just like he was making her.  Then she felt something inside herself change.  Every time Zoe felt Paul move inside of her the other feeling grew.  She understood that Paul was not going to let her leave the house alive but she'd be damned if she was going to let him live as well, even if she had to come back to get him.  She gripped the necklaces even tighter.
    With every cut he made on Zoe, Paul came closer to cumming.  His friends could see that by the erratic movements he was making.
      "Hey Paul," Jeff finally spoke up. "Don't cum inside her man!"
     "Don"t cum anywhere near her," Frank added. "Seamen stains wouldn't be good for your health."
     "Fuck the stains!" Paul yelled out as he came.  He stood up.  "I'm already covered in her blood.  Besides I've been waiting for this moment a very long time.  Haven't you Zoe?"
     She couldn't answer him she was too weak.  With every breath she took she was losing more blood.  God she wanted to kill him so badly, she couldn't die yet, she had to make him pay for what he'd done, but death plays no favors.
     "Zoe was it as good for you as it was for me?" Paul smiled in her face.  She just stared at him.  "I left you speechless eh?"
     "I'll be back for you Paul," Zoe struggled to say. "I'll be back for you and there's nothing you can do about it."  She smiled at him as the room went back and silent. She closed her eyes for the last time.  She gripped the necklaces as death took her.
    "What the hell was she going on about Paul?" one of the other men asked.
    "Nothing Steve," Paul replied.  "Just non sense."
   "She"s dead man," one of the others stood up from Zoe.
    "No shit Thomas, that was the whole fuckin' point dick weed," Paul snapped.  "Now we have to get the hell out of here.  Tyler, you and Rick make sure we aren't leaving any weapons behind anything else we can explain."  He leaned down and kissed Zoe on the forehead forgetting the necklaces.  "I hope this was as much fun for you as it was me."
   Paul and the other then left the house and fled in their different directions.  The police later came but the case was soon put in the unsolved files.  In the house they only found the blood of the victims and two bodies.  This puzzled them.  There was three different DNA patterns in the room, those of the man and woman of the house and one other.  Paul was later called to the house to identify the bodies of his parents, a fact in which he took great delight heard the police officer say they only had two bodies at the scene.  He looked at the bodies as they were wheeled out of the house.  Only his mother and father were accounted for.  Where was Zoe?  Both he and the police wanted to know that.  There was no way she could have gotten up and walked away, not after what he had done to her.  Could she have meant what she said before she died?
   Time passed and the police determined that the other bloodstain belonged to Zoe, but they never found her body.  They had no clue what had happened to her or her parents so the investigation was called off.  Paul, on the other hand, was a little more worried about where his younger sibling was.  Could she really make good on her threat?  Could she have really survived his attack?
    Years passed and no sign of Zoe was ever uncovered.  The police had long since given up on finding her body and told Paul to give up any hope of ever seeing her again, either alive or dead.  Paul on the other hand knew that he wouldn't ever see her alive again, after all he was the one that killed her.  He wasn't too worried about the fact that her body had disappeared without a trace.  For all he knew one of the men he had been with had comeback and taken her body off somewhere.
     More time past and Paul had completely forgotten about Zoe and his family.  All was well in his life until he picked up the newspaper one morning.
Man Found Dead in His Home of Unknown Cause
     It was Jeff.  Paul couldn't believe his eyes.  He hadn't spoken to Jeff since that night but still this was an unexpected event.  He went on to read the rest of the story.  No one on the street heard or saw anything.  The coroner said that it appeared that Jeff had dead of a fright induced heart attack, but also mentioned that Jeff had a strong heart so this cause of death just didn't make since.  Could it be?  Nah, Jeff just saw something he couldn't handle.  There was nothing else to it.
     A week past and Paul had brushed Jeff's death off.  He read the newspaper again as he always did.
Two Men Killed in a Car Crash
   What the hell?  He knew the two men in the photograph.  They were Steve and Thomas.  No fucking way Paul thought to him self as he continued to read.  One of the witnesses said that he say a girl standing in the road and then saw the men's truck swerve to avoid her.  He said he watched the truck go over the side and then turned to see where the girl but she had vanished.  Paul threw down the paper.  There was no way that Zoe was alive.  These were just freak accidents, nothing more.
  Five days later another headline caught Paul's eye.
Man Drowned in Freak Swimming Accident
    Tyler.  It was Tyler.  Paul gasped as he continued to read.  He was found in his pool face down, which made no sense what so ever.  Tyler was a great swimmer there was no way he could drown in a regular backyard swimming pool.  Paul was disturbed by this new, but he kept telling himself that all the deaths were coincidences.  Then he looked at one of the police photos.  In Tyler's hand was a necklace.  Paul's necklace.  He'd forgotten all about that jewelry and there was one piece of it.  Something was wrong.  Zoe is dead; some body else had to know that was the only answer that her could think of.  Maybe the others were doing it.
  Three days later that idea was soon wiped from Paul?s mind.
Freak Construction Accident Kills Two Workers
Frank and Rick were now dead.  They were all dead but Paul.  He continued to read the story.  When he finish the looked at the picture of the site. He couldn't believe his eyes as his other necklace was clearly in Frank's hand.  Was he losing his mind?  What the Fuck was going on?  Paul was scared now.  He looked down at the paper again.  The picture had changed.  Paul stared in amazement as an image of Zoe replaced the picture of the accident site.  No fucking way the thought to himself as her cold eyes stared back at him from the print.  She was pointing down to the print below the picture. 
   Six down and one to go.  I told you I'd be back.  Aren't you ready for tomorrow, God knows I am? Paul dropped the paper and looked at his calendar.  It would be three years to the day since he killed Zoe, the next day.  But Zoe was dead, how could she come back?  He looked back at the paper the original picture was back.  He was losing his mind he had to be.
   Paul didn't sleep that night, but around eleven the next day his tried body shut down.  He woke up to the sound of glass breaking about eight that evening.
    'Who's there?" he called.
    No answer.  What the hell was he doing?  He didn't want whoever it was in his house to know he was there.  Paul decided to call the police and pray that no one had heard him.  He picked up the phone and began to dial for help.  The phone was dead.
   "Now did you really think that I would let you call in outsiders?" a voice called from another room.
   "Who are you?" Paul asked.  "What do you want?"
   "You mean you don?t remember my voice after all this time?"
   No it can't be Paul thought to himself.
    "Oh but it is.  I told you I'd be back for you," the voice whispered in his ear.  Paul jumped up from the floor, and turned to see Zoe standing where he once was.  "Did I scare the poor baby?"
     "No fucking way," Paul gasped.  "You're d...d..."
    "Dead?" she finished his sentence then appeared behind him again.  "No shit Sherlock."  She pushed him down.  "And just in case you forgot, you're the one that killed me."
   "No fucking way.  Ghost aren't real."
    "And you still believe that bullshit?"
     Paul tried to run but is thrown into a wall by an unseen force.
   "Do you really think I'm gonna let you get off the hook so easy?"  Zoe asked and used the force to drag him back to her.  She climbed on top on him and placed her mouth next to his ear.  "Then think again you stupid fuck."
  "Zoe I'm sorry.  It wasn't supposed to go that far."
    "Bullshit.  Pure bullshit and you know it."
    "Zoe I was.... didn't mean for it to go that far."
   "Now if you had of stopped with this," Zoe stated as she punched Paul in the nose.  "I might have believed you."  Paul squirmed under her.  He couldn't move something was holding him down.  "It's not fun to not be able to fight back is it, Paul?"  She forced him to look at her.  "Let's see, what did you tell me at this point?  Oh yes I remember know.  Look at me bitch!  Isn't that what you said?"
   "Zoe I was drunk," Paul lied weakly.  "I didn't want to hurt you that bad."
   "We're just full of shit today aren't we?" Zoe said as she stood up.  "If that's the truth then why'd you do this to me?"  She lifted her shirt revealing countless wounds from the knife Paul used that night.  Paul just stared up at the open flesh on his sister's stomach.  They looked fresh but there was no blood flowing from them.  "And to answer you question I can't bleed anymore.  I left all of that at home."
  "You aren't?" Paul gasped as he realized what she had planned.
   "Oh yes brother dearest I am," she said as the first slash appeared on his abdomen.  "Don't you want to experience all of the fun I went though?"
   Paul winced in pain as the gashes continued to form on his body.  Zoe straddled him again and move her fingernail down the side of his face causing another deep gash.
   "Aren't we having fun now?" Zoe asked as she licked the blood from her finger.  She slid her body down Paul's and started to unzip his pants.  "Now what should I do with this?"
    "Come on Zoe, don't do this," Paul begged.
   "What this?" she asked as she took his prick in her hand and twisted it.
    "Argh!"
     "Or were you talking about this?" she continued as she dug her fingernails his penis.
    "Ssssssshhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiittttttt!!!!!!!" he screamed.
     "How does it feel Paul?  Is it as good for you as it is for me?" she smiled as Paul began to cry in pain.  She licked the tears from his face.
    "D...don't kill me," he begged.
     "Kill you?  Now where's  the fun in that?"  She squeezed harder.  "No I have something much better for you.  The other got off easy but you aren't gonna be that lucky."
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   "You mean he killed his family?" a nurse asked and cop.
    "Yea, he called the precinct himself and confessed every," the cop answered.  "After three years of nothing and then this."
    "Why is he here?"
    "He said that his dead sister made him do it.  And not only that he said that she tried to kill him."
    "Really? I thought he did all those injuries to himself."
    "Hey that ain't all.  He said she killed the men that helped him kill his family."
     "Man he is crazy."
    "The weirdest thing is were we found his sister body.  It was in the spot were she was killed three years ago and she was holding two of his necklaces in her hands.  He must have put her back there before he called us because that's where he called from."
    "Man what's the world coming to?"
  "Don't know but this guy won't see where it's headed.  The only thing he'll see is the inside of a padded cell for the rest of his life."
    Inside the cell Paul sat in a straight jacket rocking and mumbling to himself about Zoe.  He knew she was still with him and that she was never going to leave until the day he died.
     "I told you Paul, I can back to make you pay and I'm gonna make you suffer until the day you died.  That should be about fifty years from now," Zoe whispered in his ear.  "Oh what fun this will be." She laughed.  Paul began to cry as he realized that he was in hell and couldn't do a damn thing about it.
The End
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