A Step Closer To Hell Book 4

Brendon went to bed that night, he looked to where Ryan should be, and he sighed.

He got under the covers and masturbated, he closed his eyes.
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The day was beautiful. The caterers had come, the food looked wonderful.

He went outside; the sky was sunny and clear. The harlequin ice sculpture was perfect.

He walked down the aisle and waited. There were girls sitting among the guest. Jon stood beside him.

He waited for Spencer to bring Ryan out. Ten minutes passed, Brendon started pacing. As if on cue, the girls stood up.


(Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor)*


Girls singing


And I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter*

Spencer comes out.

“Where’s Ryan?!” Brendon mouthed

“I don’t know.” Spencer mouthed back and shrugged

(Oh yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is)*

Girls singing
A whore!*

Brendon’s face darkened he stormed back up the aisle. He brushed pass Spencer.

Destroyed the Sculpture. He went into the kitchen, grabbed a towel off the counter.

He found himself in Pete’s house; he crept down the hall…

Girls singing

What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!"

He looked in, Ryan was sitting on Pete’s lap, and Pete was fucking him hard.

They saw him and screamed. Brendon got Ryan off him and started hitting him.

He flung him into the bathroom, Ryan flew and went through the glass Shower door, and he laid there bleeding. He saw Pete charging at him. Brendon stopped him.

Putting one hand on his shoulder, He stuck a ten inch chef’s knife into his lower abdomen. Pete’s eyes bulged; Brendon’s gleamed as he twisted the knife several times.

He walked into the bathroom; Ryan was breathing, but shallow. Brendon shoved the knife into his ass, cutting him up inside, he pulled it out, and lunged it into his scrotum.

Ryan was no longer breathing. Then he randomly stabbed him a few more times.

Brendon was satisfied. His suit was blood stained.


(Oh, well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne)

Girls singing:
Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne.*


Brendon woke with a start; he was shaking, he felt sticky and was afraid.

Then he realized he had cum on himself.


* Lyrics are obviously not mine.