The Fall: Beginning of a New Era.

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One word. 

It only took one word from that man/that being for the world to change.

His voice still sounded heavy, but this time it had a sadistic tone, while the world regressed to his will!

And once again... I was standing in front of the toilet. 

My body moved on its own, without stopping, agitated by the chaotic atmosphere of the party, but I didn't care, nothing mattered at that moment.

The shock of the accident consumed my mind. The image of the mutilated bodies lying on the floor and... 

And the baby! I didn't see his body anywhere, but from the crumpled and broken affection... The result was expected.

I... Did I kill them? I killed a fucking baby?!

What have I done?! What the fuck did I just do...

No! It can't be real! 

My mind was flooded with guilt and fear. What would I do now? No matter how much money I had or who I was associated with. My life would be over...

I was so lost that I didn't even notice when I reached for the door handle with a predatory expression and opened it.

My mind was busy mulling over the events, oblivious to what was happening outside. My body was hot and by the time I realized it, it was too late!

A cry woke me. For a moment, my thoughts turned to the baby. Then... The baby was still alive! But when I looked hopefully in the direction where the stroller should have been, there was nothing, nothing but a young woman...

A young woman curled up on the floor. Her face swollen and stained with blood as she cried, her gaze directed at me, conveying her fear, despair and hatred!

But what struck me the most were her torn clothes, exposing her body.

My gaze, horrified and fearful, made me feel nauseous at the sight and the perspective it indicated, immediately recognizing the white liquid that was running down the girl's legs!

Unfortunately, when I tried to do something, I couldn't and finally looked down. My expression fell into despair as my thoughts were confirmed.

I was finished. There was no longer any doubt about it.

"Stop... Please!"

Just below me was another girl, crying desperately, her fear palpable as I abused her! Her broken voice begging me to stop filled me with nausea; I tried, I really tried to stop, but I couldn't, my body wouldn't respond...

And for long minutes, which seemed like hours, I watched helplessly. Anger, disgust and a feeling of powerlessness, directed at none other than myself, bubbled up in my chest, making me sick.

But when I finally thought it was over, the world changed once again, reminding me of what had happened before.

However, this time it was different, almost in slow motion...

The man's shock, fear and helplessness as he looked at his wife and child when he was the first to be hit. His hateful gaze directed at me at the last moment sank me. The woman, desperately trying to push the cart away, without caring about herself.

But what broke me the most was the baby's laughter echoing in my mind, thinking his mother was playing with him...

A happy family, a beautiful family, I could tell just by their actions. But all that was destroyed in an instant by me...

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My heart ached when he began his story, realizing that I couldn't be there for him when he needed me most. The guilt of not realizing his fragile mental state before his trip hit me hard.

Even though this idiot kept everything to himself, something typical of men, and hardly spoke to me, only speaking when he couldn't take it anymore. I should have known before.

For God's sake, I'm his sister! I should be there for him at times like this. How could I get close to him the way I wanted to in this way?

How could I make him look at me, not as his sister, but as a woman?

But it didn't take long for my guilt to turn to shock and disgust the more he told me. My hands trembled, and my breathing quickened, I instinctively almost pulled away from his lap.

My heart ached again when I received his sad look and forced smile. I felt guilty again, but I couldn't say anything at the moment and let him finish. 

It was too much to process.

It felt like I was on a rollercoaster. My emotions consuming me, the more I listened.

The details, the sounds, the emotions the victims felt. Everything he learned and felt as he relived it over and over again, only for the entity he was talking about to appear in front of him at the end and say: "Just kidding. Did you like it?".

But my brother knew it was a lie. It was too real to be a lie, otherwise why had he lived through it?

I felt his despair, loathing, anger and disgust at himself. It was too palpable even for me to believe it was a lie.

"I'm sorry. You must be disgusted with me now..."

It hurt to hear it come out of his mouth, but I couldn't deny it, a part of me really did feel it, even if, in reality, those events hadn't happened. It was hard to accept, but another part of her, the part that loved him much more than a brother, whispered to her to ignore it, that it was simply an illusion created by the entity.

If not, why would her brother be right here in front of her, instead of in some prison?

My mind was torn between my love for him and my newfound repulsion. It took me a while to answer, but when I did, it was because I had made up my mind.

"Don't talk nonsense, you idiot. So what if was it real or an illusion? Does it matter? I love you, Alex, and I don't intend to leave your side over something so small" I said to his shock, then hugged him tightly. 

None of that mattered. I wouldn't leave my brother because of a mistake. A mistake that didn't even really happen and, even if it had, nothing would change. 

Everyone makes mistakes. What right did I have to blame him? Even more so when I felt something I shouldn't about my own brother.

"Don't hide anything from me anymore. Understand?" I scolded him. Not because of what had happened, but for hiding it from me, for not talking to me when he needed to.

"Yes..." 

I soon felt his strong arms around my body and my shoulder moisten. His panting breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine.

"Don't cry, you idiot. You'll ruin my shirt

." "Who's crying? And that's my shirt" 

Indeed. The shirt I was wearing was really his, but so what? We stayed like that for quite a while, before he "furtively" wiped his snot and moved away a little. What was it this time?

"Thanks for everything, Ariella. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for always being there for me, even when don't deserve it... Now, let me continue." 

True, there was still a lot to tell me, but... That intimate moment and his words gave me the courage to do something. The warmth I was feeling, the way he took my "I love you" as the love of a sister, it all irritated me.

So, holding his face, I took a dangerous step. One that might not come back...

I kissed him, slowly, feeling the taste of his lips, unfortunately there was no response, but I didn't let myself down and continued, until I felt an answer. A mischievous tongue began to explore my mouth, while strong hands grabbed me around the waist.

This brought an unusual warmth to my belly. A warmth I only felt when I was with him.

And how dirty I felt with what I was doing now. But I wanted more, I wanted to feel this sensation, this heat, even more.

So, boldly, I pushed him onto the bed, getting on top without separating from his lips. His hands roamed my body, sending shivers down my spine as they came into contact with my skin under my shirt.

My desire for him only increased as my hands felt his firm chest. I wanted him and I wanted him now, but was it really the right choice?

For a moment, I hesitated to continue and, as if sensing this, Alex stopped his advances and broke away from the passionate kiss.

"You know, if you don't want to..." 

I could see his hesitation too, but I knew he wanted it too. It was weak, but I sensed deep in his eyes the desire to continue, the desire for me! So I made another important decision today.

I would give him my first time!

"Idiot, don't spoil the mood!" I smiled breathlessly as I kissed him quickly and took off my shirt.

There was no turning back now.