Duality

⚠️Gory fictional horror story.

Pt 1

The echo of her heels clicks

On linoleum floor

As she makes her way to her seat

Sighing her impatience

Propping her legs up on the table

So I can see the black lace peek out

From under her skin-tight crimson dress

I'm staring and she knows it

Leans back and bites

Her luscious red lips

Flicking a wave of pink-tipped

Black hair out of her face

"I don't even know why we're here."

She says it like she's bored

Like she could possibly have

Anything better to do

"We all know you're going to choose me."

She shoots a disdainful look at Jane

Who sits next to her

Angled away

Eyes burning holes

Into the white fold-out table

Biting the skin off her pinky nail

They both look like me

But Jane's hair is my natural chestnut

Piled into a perfect bun

She wears sensible flats

With a Band-Aid in each heel

Black slacks and a white blouse

Not a hint of salacious skin

Her hazel eyes dart to me

Every once in a while

She's smart enough to know

How this will end

Assess the threat level

On my face

She refuses to acknowledge Lust's presence

Of course, these aren't their names

They don't have names

But Jane is plain

And Lust is my worst sin

The one my impulses hide behind

So it fits her as well as her dress

Jane isn't going to argue back

She hates confrontation

So I have to argue for us

"There's no way I can fully embrace you."

"Why not?"

"I'm fucking awesome!

The only one of us with any kind of a backbone."

She leans forward

Presses her breasts together

She knows my weaknesses

I fight to look away

But her presence is mesmerizing

Hell, she is my weaknesses

Look back at her face

A satisfied smirk playing on her lips

"Don't you think you're just a little too much?

Should we really undress everyone we see?"

She shrugs, throws her hair over her shoulder

Jane mumbles under her breath

"Mentally."

A teeny tiny voice

She couldn't stand anyone thinking

I actually undress anyone

But her face immediately flushes

At having spoken out of turn

And she gets back to picking her fingernails

Staring at them like they spoke instead

Lust recaptures my attention

Drumming her sharpened nails

"I don't give a shit if I'm too much for some people."

She throws another withering glance towards Jane

"I'm perfect and if anyone disagrees, they can go to hell."

Malice shines in her eyes

She would like to personally put those people

In hell

Thinks she deserves adoration

"And that's part of why I need you.

I have no confidence

But you clearly have too much."

"I don't see why that's a bad thing.

Your people-pleasing gets us stepped on

So they all deserve to be dust under my heels."

"You're always so extreme

And you have no patience

You think yelling is going to get you what you want

But really it means you have no tools

No strategy

Just intense action all the time

It's exhausting

You're exhausting, and if I was you

Everyone would hate me."

She knows I'm right

Doesn't even deny it

"But you wouldn't care if they hated you."

My palms slam against the table

I'm done with her attitude

She really is insufferable

Delusional

"You want to destroy my life!"

She tsks before answering

"Only because you hate it

Being this goody-goody all the time

Solving everyone else's problems

And never even talking about your own

And it's all your fault!"

She kicks Jane's chair

Directs her rage toward her

"She doesn't even need you

You just hold her back

You can't even talk to me

What a joke

What good are you anyways?"

Jane still doesn't acknowledge her

But she looks right at me

"I love you

And our children

I teach

Not command

I actually think about what to say instead of exploding on everyone

Without me

We all just burn."

She says it like she rehearsed it

And I know she did

She's been over there

Playing what to say on a loop

So she doesn't make a mistake

And she's right

But if I'm just her

I lose my personality

No fire

No agency

Just logic and compassion

For everyone but me

"But you are riddled with anxiety

And shame

If I was you, I couldn't enjoy life

Every time I felt any pleasure

You'd remind me how terrible I am for it."

Lust sits up a little straighter

As if she's won

While Jane sinks farther in the chair

She can't handle criticism

Yet she's my worst bully

What I really need is parts of both of them

The thought occurs to me

Coming from Jane's logic

Made possible by Lust's

Violent fantasies

I take one big steadying breath

"What I need is to dissect both of you

And only keep the parts I like."

Pt 2

Lust scoffs

She knows I'm not kidding

But doesn't think i have the guts

It's only because of her that I do

" You really think you could hurt me?

I own you

No matter how many times you've tried

To get rid of me

You never can"

I don't argue

I can never win against her

Instead I click open

the leather suitcase at my feet

Pull out one of the stainless steel knives

My hands don't shake

But my heart pounds

Lust laughs at the sight of the knife

"You really think you can kill me"

Jane's face has gone pale

She's squeezed her eyes shut

Because she knows what Lust is too arrogant

To admit

I walk calmy towards Lust

Knife lowered at my side

Her hand flies to her thigh

Where a dagger is sheathed

She's faster than me

Behind me in seconds

Body pressed against my back

Dagger to my throat

I take another deep breath

Her hand is shaking

Whisper in my ear

Venom in her voice

"Maybe I should just kill you instead."

I tell her to drop the dagger

It clatters to the floor

Her eyes have gone wide

Shaking her head

Disbelief in her tone

No no no no

You can't do this!

I tell her to lay down on the table

Her body betrays her

Listens to me

She can't even fight this

Which means she's lost control

The one thing she's afraid of losing

I brush the hair out of her face

Whisper to her

my lips barely touching her ear

“You never controlled me.

you just gave me choices

I didn't feel strong enough

To refuse

And now that I know that

I'm in control of you"

Her breathing is erratic.

The swell of her breasts

Rising and falling rapidly

She uses her words

Since they're the only weapon she has left

" You

You don't want to do this

Really

Would

Wouldn't you rather just fuck me?"

I really would

I mean how often do you get this chance?

There's no denying

She makes my blood boil

I feast on her body

With my eyes

One last time

Press my lips to hers

She moves them against mine

Desperately

Until I pull away

Raise the knife

Slice through her stomach

She screams

The sound echoes around the small space

It hurts my ears

So I make it silent

Her face is still contorted

With pain

But I don't want to look at it anymore

I have get to work

Decide which parts of her to keep

Jane keels over the side of her chair

Splatters the checkered floor with vomit

She has a weak stomach

Can't even handle the sound of this

Happening right in front of her

Unlike Lust

Who would have been watching

With fascination

If she wasn't the one

On the butchers block

That's what I need

A stronger stomach

I dig my hands into the hole I made

Blood leaks out around them

I feel all her squishy organs

Like wet noodles

I may not be a doctor

But i'm pretty sure I know where the stomach is

I grasp it in my hands

Pull it out through the cut

Hold it in one hand

So I can remove part of it

Free it from her body

It's shaped like a bean

Dull red and throbbing

Oddly textured in my hands

I bring it to my lips

And take a bite

It's pure heat in my mouth

Slides down my throat

And unites with my stomach

I can already feel stronger

And hungrier

I know which part of her to eat next

I cut farther into the same hole

The blood spills out onto the table

Soaking her dress

Making it heavier

More vibrant

I need the fire

She has in her loins

I don't want to lose that

It burns my tongue

Hurts my throat

But once its down

I just feel warm

The most important thing

Lust has

That I need

Is her backbone

Her confidence

The way she stands up

To everyone

For us

So I turn her over

Grunting with the weight

But she can longer help me

I think for bones

I'm going to need a butchers knife

I locate one in the suitcase

Sneak a glance at Jane

She's finally stopped being sick

Just pulled her feet up

Into the chair

To hide her face in her knees

Rocking softly

Eyes shut tightly

I want to tell her it's okay

I know this is hard

But it'll all be over soon

I line the knife up

With Lust's spine

One hand on the hilt

The other on the back of the blade

Push down hard

Until it cracks

Then move it to the other side

Breaking it too

I pull out a section of her spine

And take a bite

Pale white bone

Covered in her blood

It snaps between my teeth

Stabbing into my gums

Fragmenting

Like I'm chewing glass

Cuts into the back of my throat

Then it's gone

And I stand a little straighter

Because I deserve to

I know what I'm doing is right

I also know

That I'm done with Lust

I have what I need

So I push her off the table

She lands with a wet thud

But I'm not finished yet

There's more that I need

Pieces of Jane

I can't live without

Pt 3

She's still not looking at me

I know she can't

She's not afraid of death

She's afraid of pain

Of seeing herself like a monster

With blood smears on her mouth

She's afraid I won't take enough of her

I won't balance it out

So she speaks

Clearly

Eyes still shut tight

Facing the floor

"You're going to need my heart

The whole thing don't cut any off

And my impluse control

That's located in the prefrontal cortex

Just

Please

Kill me

First"

I nod though she can't see it

This is going to be the hardest part

I was so angry at Lust

Part of me felt justified

But Jane?

I know she's hurt me

But she's also kept me safe

Closed my eyes to the things

I couldn't face

I feel like she doesn't really deserve this

But I need this

So I tell her to get on the table

She listens

Counting under her breath to keep calm

To block out the wet sticky liquid

She feels under her

I don't waste time

I know being here is harder for her

Than being dead

So I slice her throat

I tell her

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

As a waterfall

Of red

Comes pouring out

I let myself feel this pain

It comes out as silent tears

Until she's gone

Her body slack

Face peaceful

That's when I straighten my spine

Take a few deep breaths

Tell myself

I can't hurt her anymore

Now she's giving me what I need

This is what she wanted

Drive the meat cleaver through her chest

It takes a few hits

But her sternum breaks

Cracks open for me

Reveals her heart

Purple and red

Wound with veins

Arteries

I pull it out

Still softly pulsing in my hands

Eat it quickly

Bite after bite

It pops in my mouth

Drops me to my knees

I didn't want to do this

But I had to

Because I love them

I couldn't live without them

But the war they were waging

Inside of me

Was killing me

I have to finish this

Now

Or I won't be able to

Meat cleaver to her skull

It doesn't want to break

I have to hit

And hit

And hit

It's hard to see through the tears

I think it's broken

Tear at the skull with my hands

Until I see the brain

There's pieces of skull

Stabbed into it

Take out a smaller knife

I can't mess this up

Vivesect

The front portion

And stuff it in my mouth

My head throbs

I try to hold it together with my hands

Push on my own skull

Cry out in agony

Fall back to the floor

And then it's quiet

I feel at peace

But I can't stay in this room anymore

There's blood all over

Everything

Try to wipe my hands off

On my clothes

But it just smears

Walk to the door

Turn the shiny silver knob

And walk out

Bloodstained and whole