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Please Note: This is the most graphic excerpt we've ever run on the website. In an interview we've excerpted here, Jack Ketchum calls the book "the most vicious thing I think I've ever done..." He goes on to say: "...if I don't make myself feel something, I'm not going to make you feel something. So in this case, I wanted to make you feel repulsed. So I had to repulse myself..." You may want to read the interview before you read this excerpt or order your copy so you can have a better idea what the book is all about.

About an hour after she was sure her parents were asleep upstairs Sherry turned down the television and walked over to the couch and undressed her for Owen's camcorder. Pulled the sweatpants and panties down slowly over her legs and then lifted the Batman teeshirt over her head and unhooked the white training bra and slid it off her shoulders and down her arms. Finally she placed the dishrag soaked in halothane over her sleeping sister's face.

The Halcion in Talia's Christmas daiquiris had taken at last and now all that remained was to see that she did not wake up again. She had plenty of experience with halothane from the veterinary clinic though at the clinic she delivered it vaporized with oxygen through a mask and not by hand so she would have to be careful. She didn't want to kill her little sister god knows. Only keep her out of it for however much time it would take for Owen to rape her.

Talia was a blonde like Sherry but at thirteen her pubic hair was still nearly as fine and white as the hair along her arms and her pale skin reflected back the green and red Christmas tree lights as though she were decorated for the holidays in glowing stop and go pastels. The green was nearly the same soft color as the dresses Sherry had just a week ago picked out for her bridesmaids.

It had been no easy week, planning both the wedding and the rape. Owen was useless throughout all of it. But her wedding reception was dinner for one hundred and twenty at the fabulous Monk's Inn. Quail stuffed with crabmeat. And Talia's virginity was her Christmas present to Owen -- her virginity and the camcorder. She needed to get both wedding and rape exactly right.

"Push your hair back so I can see your face. Suck her breasts," he said.

She smiled for the camera. The nipple tasted salty at first and was very soft and smooth and then it puckered. She moved her tongue around the areola and smiled again.

"Now put your finger inside her. That's right. Now put two."

"Shit. She's got her period."

"She does?"

She lifted away the halothane rag. Not too much, she thought. Careful.

"Yeah, she does."

Owen shrugged. "She's gonna bleed anyway, right? Suck your fingers."

"That's disgusting, Owen.."

"Just do it."

She guessed that blood was blood. She'd tasted her own now and then. She sucked them slowly while Owen came in for a closeup.

"Taste good?"

"Mmmmm," she lied.

"Go down on her. Get her all wet for me."

"She's got her period, Owen."

"So?"

"She's already wet."

"So? Get her wetter."

"That's really disgusting."

Sherry thought about it. What if her sister woke up and saw what she was doing? Jesus.

"Okay, all right, just hold on a sec."

She adjusted the rag so that it was about an inch above Talia's mouth and nose and held it there for a few moments. She got down on her knees and lifted her sister's left leg and set it down so that her foot rested lightly on the polished hardwood floor.

She tasted like blood and there was a musky odor down there that she didn't like.

Owen had moved in for a closeup again. She only licked her cunt for a little while. And not too deeply. You could only go so far.

"Okay, your turn," she said. "She's ready."

She could see that he was certainly ready even before she unzipped him and pulled down his jeans and boxers.

"You want a blow job first?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Let me do the halothane again. Just to be sure."

"Okay."

She held the rag above her sister's nose again awhile and then reached for the camera and Owen handed it to her. She put the eyepiece to her eye and framed Owen climbing on top of her and held it steady.

"Merry Christmas, sweets," she said.

He grinned into the camcorder and slid inside.

There wasn't as much blood as she remembered from her own first time and she knew that Owen was happy. He'd always wanted a virgin and at nineteen Sherry definitely was not a candidate. Which had disappointed him. Now he was getting one. Up her cunt and up her ass and back again. But he'd only been doing it to her for a little while all things considered when he suddenly pulled out of her and she could see from his face that something was very wrong.

Her sister lurched once and then twice and the second time she vomited. It spewed down over her breasts and stomach and splattered Owen's leg and pooled in her open mouth. Jesus fucking Christ! he said. Goddammit, she thought. Too many drinks and too much dinner -- at the clinic the animals were not supposed to eat or drink for at least eight hours before anesthesia. But she knew what to do now from the clinic too.

She put the camera down on the plush velvet chair. Felt a burst of adrenaline. Talia was in trouble. They were in trouble.

"Grab her by the feet. By the ankles. Hold her upside down."

"Jesus fucking Christ," he said again.

"We've got to clear her throat, Owen. Hold her up!"

And then she was on her knees scraping at the stuff with her fingers. There was a lot of it and it rolled down over her sister's forehead into her hair and the odor was like rancid cheese but she kept at it and pressed her head to Talia's chest to listen for a heartbeat and at first she heard one and then she didn't.

"She's not breathing. You've got to do CPR."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"You're the one who dosed her with that shit!"

"And you're the one who wanted to fuck her. Just do it, dammit. Get her down on the floor. Now, fast!"

She watched him straddle her.

"I don't know how..." He was practically whining. Not like him.

"I do. Tilt her head back. That's right. Now you pinch her nose and blow into her mouth until her chest rises, about two seconds. You do two breaths like that. Then if she still isn't breathing you put your hands down on her chest, right between the nipples and you press fifteen times. About two inches, no more or you'll break something. If she still isn't breathing you do it all over again."

"Can't you at least wash her face or something?"

"She's fucking dying for chrissake! Get going! I've got to dump the halothane and the rag and call 911. When I'm done I'll bring you in a washcloth, all right?"

She waited until she was sure he was going to go through with it. Until she saw him cover her mouth with his own and breathe and saw her sister's chest rise. Then she went about her business. Made the call to 911. It wasn't at all hard to fake an element of panic. Her heart was still racing. When she hung up she poured the halothane down the drain and ran the water and rinsed and capped the bottle and bagged the bottle and the rag and took them out with the garbage.

She was careful not to let the door slam behind her. She didn't want to wake her parents yet. The ambulance's siren could do that. She didn't want to explain this more often than she needed to.

In the kitchen she was finally calm. She wet a dishtowel and took that and a roll of Scott paper towels out to Owen. He was working on her chest.

"Anything?"

"Nothing. Not a damn thing."

She looked down at her sister.

"Put your clothes on. Wipe your face. We've got to get her dressed. We'll mop up some of this stuff with her sweats and teeshirt so it looks like she was wearing them when she puked and then we've got to agree on a very simple story."

"Sherry?"

"Yeah?

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I mean, it wasn't like some of the other girls, you know? Talia was your little sister."

She knelt down beside him and dabbed at his face with the dishcloth.

"I know," she said. "It's okay, Owen. I still love you. I know."

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