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Okay, please don't commit me for this disturbing little drabble. This image just popped into my head and I had to write about it.
Title: Twins
Author: miss_mandy
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Really disturbing, dead people and such
Summary: One of T-bag's unsolved crimes
Author's Note: Pre-series drabble
T-bag yawns and stretches, snuggling closer to the body lying next to him in bed.
“Mmm, morning darlin’” he drawls and he kisses her forehead, before getting up and walking over to the kitchen.
The dishes in the sink are stinking to high heaven and there are cockroaches crawling around on the floor. He picks up a boot and stomps one of them with it. The others slide through the blood on the linoleum and skitter away. T-bag steps over the body of Mrs. Meyers on his way to the sink. The dishes aren’t the only thing that stinks.
“Coffee?” he asks his female companion, still lying in bed.
He picks up the pot and opens the cupboards, searching for some, but no luck. Sighing, he puts the pot back down and heads back over to the bed.
“You’re awfully quiet, little girly,” he says as he lies down next to her, “What’s the matter?”
Her eyes stare back at him, unmoving, as he strokes her hair. Her skin is cold as his arm brushes against her and he shudders. He looks at her for a moment, like someone watching a lover sleep, then he gets up off the bed and heads over to the closet.
“You know you just don’t seem to wanna cooperate anymore,” he says as he wrenches open the closet door, “Maybe I oughtta find myself someone new to play with.”
The girl inside is shaking and crying, duct tape firmly pressed over mouth, her hands tied behind her back. T-bag pulls her up by her hair and he licks his lips at her muffled screams as she sees her sister on the bed. He pulls the tape from her mouth roughly and it makes a satisfying ripping noise.
“Please let me go, please dear God let me go,” she’s babbling, but T-bag doesn’t listen.
He’s heard it all before. Instead he throws her down on the bed, right on top of her sister and she’s whining and crying and rolling away, trying to get away from the corpse in front of her.
He lies on top of her, pinning her down and whispers into her ear, “What do you say to a little threesome?”
She screams, and the sound echoes in the lonely little deserted farmhouse. T-bag doesn’t mind. There’s no one around to hear her. No one alive anyway.
I've been watching too much CSI...
Title: Twins
Author: miss_mandy
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Really disturbing, dead people and such
Summary: One of T-bag's unsolved crimes
Author's Note: Pre-series drabble
T-bag yawns and stretches, snuggling closer to the body lying next to him in bed.
“Mmm, morning darlin’” he drawls and he kisses her forehead, before getting up and walking over to the kitchen.
The dishes in the sink are stinking to high heaven and there are cockroaches crawling around on the floor. He picks up a boot and stomps one of them with it. The others slide through the blood on the linoleum and skitter away. T-bag steps over the body of Mrs. Meyers on his way to the sink. The dishes aren’t the only thing that stinks.
“Coffee?” he asks his female companion, still lying in bed.
He picks up the pot and opens the cupboards, searching for some, but no luck. Sighing, he puts the pot back down and heads back over to the bed.
“You’re awfully quiet, little girly,” he says as he lies down next to her, “What’s the matter?”
Her eyes stare back at him, unmoving, as he strokes her hair. Her skin is cold as his arm brushes against her and he shudders. He looks at her for a moment, like someone watching a lover sleep, then he gets up off the bed and heads over to the closet.
“You know you just don’t seem to wanna cooperate anymore,” he says as he wrenches open the closet door, “Maybe I oughtta find myself someone new to play with.”
The girl inside is shaking and crying, duct tape firmly pressed over mouth, her hands tied behind her back. T-bag pulls her up by her hair and he licks his lips at her muffled screams as she sees her sister on the bed. He pulls the tape from her mouth roughly and it makes a satisfying ripping noise.
“Please let me go, please dear God let me go,” she’s babbling, but T-bag doesn’t listen.
He’s heard it all before. Instead he throws her down on the bed, right on top of her sister and she’s whining and crying and rolling away, trying to get away from the corpse in front of her.
He lies on top of her, pinning her down and whispers into her ear, “What do you say to a little threesome?”
She screams, and the sound echoes in the lonely little deserted farmhouse. T-bag doesn’t mind. There’s no one around to hear her. No one alive anyway.
I've been watching too much CSI...