He reached down, wiping a glob of cum from her cheek and smearing it across her lips. "You're not a daughter or a sister anymore, Iris."
"You're just a vessel for my seed."
Iris could only respond with a dazed, throaty moan, her heart-shaped eyes fixed on him with terrifying, unconditional devotion as she prepared herself for whatever violation he would inflict next.
The room was a chamber of debauchery, reeking of sweat, musk, and the overwhelming odor of spilled semen. In the corner, Theo had finally reached his breaking point.
The psychological torment of watching his grandmother and aunt reduced to mindless, cum-addicted animals was more than his mind could bear.
"STOP IT! PLEASE, JUST STOP IT!" Theo shrieked, his voice cracking as he clutched his head, rocking back and forth on the floor. "THIS ISN'T REAL! MAKE IT STOP!"
"GRANDMOTHER, IRIS, PLEASE WAKE UP!" His screams were raw with terror, the sound of a boy whose entire world had just been incinerated.
