**Chapter 6: Sibling Desecration**

Taylor's eyes gleamed with a depraved excitement as she gazed down at Kieran's limp form, her mind already racing with new ways to use him to satiate her hunger. She slowly reached for the nearest strap, her hands wrapping around Kieran's tiny torso as she lifted him off the bench. With a calculated movement, Taylor positioned Kieran's body, her hands guiding him into a grotesque parody of intimacy. As she began to use Kieran's body, Taylor's voice dripped with venomous abuse, her words cutting deep into his fragile psyche. "You're being raped by your big sister, Kieran," she cooed, her voice heavy with sadistic pleasure. "You're being fucked by the one person who's supposed to protect you. You're a little slut, aren't you?" Kieran's eyes widened in horror, his body trembling with fear and revulsion as Taylor continued to use him, her movements growing more intense and frenzied with each passing moment. Her hands roamed freely over his body, her fingers probing and exploring his skin as she continued to abuse him. "You're nothing but a toy, Kieran," Taylor sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "A little plaything for me to use and discard. You're not even a real person, just a tiny, insignificant thing for me to exploit." As she moved, Taylor's face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain, her eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement. Her breathing grew heavy and labored, her body trembling with anticipation as she devoured Kieran's tiny form. Kieran's cries grew louder, his body shaking with fear and revulsion, but Taylor was beyond reason. She was a force of nature, unstoppable and unrelenting, driven by a hunger that could not be satiated. And with each passing moment, Taylor's abuse grew more intense, her words cutting deeper into Kieran's fragile psyche. She was destroying him, piece by piece, and she knew it. But Taylor didn't care. She was too far gone, consumed by her own desires and depraved needs. She would continue to use Kieran's body, to abuse him and exploit him, until she was satisfied. And even then, she would likely find new ways to hurt him, to destroy him, and to desecrate him. As the moments ticked by, Taylor's movements grew more frenzied, her body shuddering with pleasure as she used Kieran's body over and over again. Her voice grew hoarse from screaming, her words slurring together into a twisted litany of abuse and degradation. And Kieran's body grew limp, his eyes glazing over with fear and revulsion as he succumbed to the horror of his situation. Taylor's world had narrowed to a single, twisted focus: her own desires, her own needs, and her own depraved hunger. And in that world, Kieran was nothing but a tiny, insignificant thing, a plaything for her to use and discard.