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Seraphina began receiving insane slaps of the AC on her skin.
It was as though his last move made her self-aware.
The scent—strong oud.
The aura—deeply unsettling.
The presence—suffocating.
And the voice—rare depth.
She summed it all up and got her answer.
She’s in Ugly Dog’s car.
She got trapped with her husband’s brother, again.
Shit has been crazy these past weeks, and it just got crazier now as her face is now sandwiched between his legs.
The worse part? She entered this car herself. She asked for help herself.
She offered herself for this kill, and the consequences? No one needs to tell her it’d be dirty.
This devil doesn’t seem like someone who’d do anything without a price.
The car kept moving.
His hand stayed at the back of her head. It didn’t lessen in tightness. It kept pressing her down to his length, and her lips stayed there.
Despite his pants, she could feel the veins on the body of the c+vk. She could feel the hardness. She could feel the longness and the warmth.
The titillation.
She gulped, her palms folding on each side of her dress on the floor.
There’s no light in the car at all. The lights from the street isn’t even flooding in cos the windows of the car isn’t the type to let in lights.
So, in the dark, she gagged over and over again, not daring to open her mouth to talk cos who knows when the monster under her lip would jump into her mouth?
Jude kept driving.
He didn’t look back.
Tobias? His eyes stayed hooded, staring down at her head in the middle of his legs.
So perfect.
So beautiful.
He had so many girls between his legs in Hollow University—Ruthie inclusive. Oh, Ruthie sucked like a m+therf+cker. Her mouth was hellfire. She rode as hard as she sucked, and several other sluts he fucked nightly in the Uni hotel.
But this one came with a foreign kind of thrill. She’s not even sucking him, just her lips and warmth indirectly on it, and he’s getting harder.
He could feel the veins on his c+vk stretching to his shaft and crown.
He could feel his balls tightening, his c+vk growing bigger. And for the first time ever, his nose caught a whiff of what she smells like.
Like something potent enough to dismantle a villain to ruins, and also potent enough to set a villain’s sanity straight. Heaven and hell in one.
Anathema.
Thinking of it that way made his nerves burn more. His imaginations grew to where he saw her on her knees, where her own br@ wrapped around her neck, choking her while her mouth swallowed His c+vk, and her br+àsts danced for him.
Her p+ssy soaked for him.
Her tears fell for him.
Her a+s bounced for him.
He closed his eyes, revelling in the imagination so deep his length nearly destroyed his p+nts with the hardness. and at the imagination of her swollen p+ssy grinding his face, he leaked precum in his p+nts.
Below him, Seraphina felt everything.
The way he grew.
The way he swelled.
The way the veins multiplied on the body of his c+ck.
His pants might be covering it, but it wasn’t enough to hide his madness.
This sick man.
He’s…he’s using her to…jerk off.
The warmth of his c+vk increased when his precum leaked.
She felt that, too.
Not minding what might happen, she tried to raise herself from that position, but his dominating big palm pressed the back of her head again.
This time, she went back down with a gasp—a open mouth.
Indirectly, the c+vk crown entered her mouth, wrapped beneath the expensive fabric of his slacks.
Her body immediately shuddered, receiving flashbacks of how he made her c+m in the counseling box.
Sweat formed, again.
It’s become normalcy with him now.
Sweat. Chills. Mind race. Hate.
She stayed still, and the sickest part? He said not even a single word, but he definitely knew what he was doing. His prec+m stained his trousers—the same place her mouth is at, and she instantly tasted a faint ting of saltiness on her tongue.
Her second gag happened.
At the same time, Jude drove into the Church gate, not stopping the drive till he got to the Rectory.
Tobias hand left Seraphina’s head, and her face came up, but before she could see his face, he was out of the car.
She quickly came out the car too, ready to confront him, but he was already climbing the short stairs in front of the Rectory.
Jude drove the car away, leaving her to her own lone fate.
She spat to the ground, looking around the place.
She realized she’s really alone.
She left her bag at the hall, so there’s no phone with her. Also, her car isn’t here too. Stranded would be the right word, and now Jude is gone too.
By now, Tobias is by the door of the Rectory, about to open it up.
She rushed after him.
Tobias entered, and she entered right behind him.
The door closed after them.
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[Hotel Hall]
Kimmy and Dora have been taken to the hospital.
Genevieve and Marley are at a side, speaking angrily with the cops…
“That criminal has to be apprehended. She belongs behind bars!” Marley instructed, glasses erect on his strict eyes.
“And from tonight, Seraphina isn’t a Redd! She lost her family thread to this stupid act!” Genevieve added.
Allison is by another side, holding Seraphina’s bag. She’s obviously fidgety. Seraphina mustn’t be caught.
This family is really shitty.
Why would parents arrest or disown their second daughter?
Fine, she committed a crime by stabbing them, but they also committed a crime by humiliating her like that with the projectors.
One crime should cancel the other, but it doesn’t work that way here.
They don’t see Seraphina as a family member.
They’ve never did.
“Where could she be?” Allison muttered.
“Look how you’re shaking. This is so fuckin annoying” Bexley muttered behind her.
Allison turned slowly, facing her in the middle of the rowdy hall.
“She’s in danger! She’ll be thrown in jail for this!” Allison snapped angrily.
“And why the f+ck would you care?” Bexley glared. “Why the f+ck would I care? They’re her family, they can do to her whatever they fuckin want! She stabbed people, she should fuckin’ pay for it. Damn.”
“Sometimes, you aren’t a badass bitch,” Allison nodded, still mad. “Sometimes like tonight, you’re a real annoying bî+ch. Get the f+ck out of my way!” Allison pushed past.
“Allis!” Bexley went after her.
Saint never stood from the servers spot, and when Bexley walked past the lane, their eyes met.
More like her eyes met Saint’s prickly eyes cos Saint never stopped looking at her.
She lifted her two middle fingers.
The corner of his lips curled when he saw it.
She left the hall, and Saint left the hall too, but he left through the top staircase that led to the underground park where he saw Dean and Kelly.
They’re still by their car, chatting about the donation.
Tobias donation.
“He definitely stole in seminary. No other way can explain the huge donation. No one in his right frame of mind would throw 5.5 away to f+ckin’ chariy.” Dean claimed.
His hands couldn’t even stay pocketed. He’s too disturbed.
“Stole in seminary?” Kelly scoffed. “The seminary is for poor people who want to burden the Church with their catering. That bastard didn’t steal in seminary, he has always had that money! Remember he was still building Wrath Investments Empire when you both were in highschool, but he was rich enough to buy himself a cruise ship back then. Do the math, Dean. Wherever he’s getting his money from, it’s connected to his cult!”
“Odium?” Dean made faces. “Kell, Odium went extinct since Tobias left the cult, and they’re not in operation anymore since then. Unless….”
“Unless they just went extinct on the surface, but beyond the eyes of the public, they’re still operating!” Kelly completed the statement.
“Odium could give him 5.5 for charity?” Dean wondered.
“They handle top operations, and Tobias is their most ruthless, coldest member. Of course he’s loaded, and now that he’s a darn Priest. His cash needs to leave him.” Kelly said, biting slowly into her nails.
“Jude—the Brother in Church did his donation in cash. They brought the money in a truck, that only means he’s got the cash in his Rectory. That f+cker is sneaky as hell.” Dean said.
“Call the gangsters on your payroll. We’re stealing from him.” Kelly suggested.
Dean nodded. “Will do that on the drive back. For now, get in the car, let’s leave this place.”
“What about the connection we came here to secure?” Kelly frowned.
“Allison Hart planned this dinner, and she’s into networking. She definitely knows all the guests. I’ll pay her to introduce me to our target over lunch.” Dean responded.
“And….are you gonna talk about your wife’s bold move tonight?” Kelly teased with a smile.
“She’ll be jailed. One less eyesore. And the world keeps spinning.” Dean shrugged with a grimace.
“Oh, you’re so sweet.” Kelly laughed, entering the car with him.
After they drove out, Saint came out behind the car he has been standing at with burning weed between his lips. He got rid of the weed and stared at it weirdly.
“Stupid weed, it didn’t hit hard like the others.” He muttered, dumping it and squashing it under his shoe.
His right hand entered his pocket, bringing out his phone.
He dialled Tino, and while the line rang, he thought about what he heard Kelly and Dean discussing.
He chuckled, sighing.
“Steal from Toby? F+ck, I think I have to betray my decision and enter that Church compound. I can’t miss the fun. I have to snap the dead bodies.”
Tino finally picked.
“Yo, man.”
Saint opened his car door and entered smoothly.
“Dude, where the f+ck did you get my new weed stash from? Shit didn’t hit like the others!” He complained.
“Bro, I saw the news. The Charity dinner became a f+ckin’ rowdy function. The Redd sisters turned shit upside down.” Tino answered, ignoring the complaint.
“Yeah, Dean’s wife was wilding. I liked it.” Saint’s eyes went droopy as he drove out of the hotel.
“”It’s all-over the damn news,” Tino sighed. “Redd family announced her removal from the family, and she’s wanted for stabbing her sisters. Talk of one crazy-ass family. But your brother married her, he should protect her.”
“Dean is busy f+ckin his Analyst. Don’t nobody wanna talk ‘bou that bitchy dipshit.” Saint licked his lips as he drove into the road.
“Shit, she must be in the deep shit.” Tino muttered. “And your Toby donated 5.5? Is there a day I don’t get shocked by his doings? Dang.”
“He’s a legendary f+cker.” Saint shrugged, over-speeding.
“But you? How ’bout your hunt on the girl you’re stalking?” Tino said.
“I don’t hunt, Tino. They naturally come to me.” Saint squinted.
“I don’t follow,” Tino said.
“Then stay confused.” Saint hit red.
The call ended.
He drove with his right hand, then he raised the elbow of his left hand—the elbow he he bumped Bexley’s chest with. He slammed that elbow on his car window, thrice.
The window cracked with three lines like cobwebs.
He laughed as his blood stained the glass in those three places.
“Yeah, she bad…” He threw his head back, eagar to get home and get his bike to race.
He dislikes cars.
Bikes are his life.
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[Church – Rectory]
Twenty minutes ago when Seraphina entered with Tobias, she didn’t meet him anywhere.
It was like he disappeared, and the Rectory is so wide she doesn’t even know her way around.
She tried to search, going from one dark room to another, she got lost.
She had to come back to the open room, but she couldn’t sit.
She might not be aware of what’s going on outside cos she’s not with her phone, but whatever is going on outside will be unfavorable to her.
She probably got removed from the family tree already. Not like she’d be sad about that cos they’ve never treated her like family.
And she’s probably wanted for the stabs she gave to the two golden treasured sisters of hers.
If she gets caught, straight prison.
No escaping.
That’s the scary part for her.
She hasn’t even started living her life yet. Prison isn’t where she wants to be, so something has to be done.
But now she’s stuck here in the Rectory of this corrups Priest—her husband’s brother.
No bag. No phone. No car.
It’s dark everywhere cos Tobias didn’t turn on the lights.
Also, she could still taste his faint saltiness. The taste she had from his pants in the car.
She swallowed unconsciously—as if she wants more of the taste.
But she quickly retched and sat slowly on the couch she could trace with her hands.
This place smells of incense, old books, and him.
She could feel his darkness creeping under her skin so hard without her permission, and it made her gulp again. Her life is a mess, she’s not supposed to be here.
The lights poured on. Every light in the house, they flashed on, revealing his face as he walked out of one of the rooms, carrying a paint drum.
He’s not wearing the suit and slacks anymore. Looks like he showered.
H’s in plain cotton pants and ash singlet which moulded his figure.
Dressed up, he’s tall, but in casuals like this? He’s a giant.
Even his casuals look expensive cos the singlet has a limited edition label around his neck.
His hair is tousled by the bathwater, and his steps were quiet till he set the paint drum down by the wall.
As he bent his figure to drop the drum, Seraphina caught sight of his back as the singlet shifted up.
He’s got strange dimples on his back.
She saw like four before he stood straight.
Dimples? On the back?
Weird.
She released a sigh as Tobias began mixing the paint without saying a word to her—like he hadn’t seen her.
“I’m here, and I’m not asking for anything else except the explanation of what happened inside that car. You jerked off with my face, I tasted your pre!” She shouted.
“And it tasted like what? Your c+m the other time you fingered yourself?” He replied, dipping brush inside the paint.
Seraphina’s tongue nearly tied, but she wouldn’t let it.
Not in front of him.
“Ugly Dog, I wouldn’t have entered your car if I wasn’t in a situation that demanded it!”
“You’re always in pathetic situations. Pathetic Stupid Dog.” He replied, raising the painting brush to the wall.
Black rubbed on top of the white color, and that part of the wall instantly resembled a prison.
Why the f+ck is he doing this?
“Immoral Ugly Dog.” Seraphina answered.
“You don’t see me flaunting my morals in your face,” he smirked at the wall as if it’s her. “I’m filthy, wicked, immoral, the Black Sheep who rains Wrath on himself and enjoys the bath. I’m everything you’d hate and want at the same time. But one thing’s certain; there’s no heaven to me. Only hell, and yells.” He said grimly, hair falling on his nape.
“Now,” he faced her, suddenly dropping the painting stick on the floor. She didn’t expect he’d come for her, but he did.
Seraphina’s mind spiralled on a thin string when he yanked her by the hair, so tight her scalp nearly peeled. So merciless her skull nearly cracked.
“Ahh!! Let…me….let me…gg”
“Don’t stammer,” his face roamed above hers, eyes red. “It’s a turn off. Now, admit you’re a Pathetic Stupid Dog, and you don’t deserve the air you breathe.” He growled.
“You’re a devil!” She barked, twisting herself, trying to get off, but she only hurt herself with that move cos her scalp burned with cruelty, sending signals of explosion to her braincells.
Tobias eyes didn’t blink. He didn’t shake. His muscles didn’t move. It’s like he’s not the one holding her down. It’s so effortless that Seraphina wondered if she had any bone left inside her body right now.
The light of that open room flickered above them, and she spat directly on his face. The saliva met his brow.
He didn’t act like he just got spat on. Instead, he clawed her chin with his second hand. It felt like an egg he could break for breaking sake.
Just to see how beautifully broken it’d look. It’s not weird he wants to see her blood right now, right?
“You’re the most damn Pathetic Dog living. Grimm lives better than you. You have no talent, no use, no affection from damn family, nothing going on. Disowned by family, wanted by cops, a stupid f+ckin stammerer!” He sneered.
Seraphina bursted.
“Yess!!!! I’m a Pathetically Stupid Dog! A Frump who doesn’t deserve the air in her damn lungs!!! An incompetent fool who has nothing going on! A broke m+therf+cker!!! Are you satisfied? Are you satisfied!!???” She yelled, breaking free forcefully.
She pushed his chest, but he didn’t even feel it as her eyes reddened madly too, looking up at him.
“Now what? Is there a price for admitting to what I really am? Is there a fuckin price??!!”
Her breaths? Shallow. Loud.
Her chest? Rising. Thudding.
Eyes? Reddish. Desperate.
But her palm is bleeding.
The palm she broke the glass with in the hall. It already stopped bleeding, but she struggled to free herself from Tobias with it, now it’s bleeding again
Tobias stared at the bleeding palm for a while. It’s beautiful—the blood.
He wants to lick, but there’s a crocheted black wristband around her wrist. He lost his appetite for blood licking when he saw it.
He left her standing there, walking back to the paint.
He resumed painting.
“Your crotchets lack life. You make dead crotchets. Who’d wanna put cash on lame crotchets that lack breaths?” He muttered harshly. “Stupid you.”
Now, he’s done with the first wall.
He moved to the other.
Seraphina looked at herself on the wrist, staring shortly at the crotched wristband.
She didn’t say anything else.
She went to the other room where there’s a single couch. She sat on the couch, thinking about what to do with her life presently.
All these mess she’s in, she needs a power point to draw from.
If she’s gonna win against her family, she needs someone powerful than them to back her up.
But who?
Her thought revolved on that, till she unknowingly fell deeply asleep on that couch.
Her palm continued bleeding.
In the first room, Tobias finished painting the four walls already.
He began preparing to move to the next room, but his phone breathed warningly in his pocket.
He picked it out…
A text from Uncle Will.
Williams: It’s been a week since you sent the carved body with the familiar note in it’s back. I’m still waiting for you to come by yourself and tell me what it means.
The second text ain’t from Uncle Will. It’s from another number that he knows…
• Liked the gift of black roses and the body carved note? Of course you do, you love both. They’re your favorite gifts, and you’ll keep receiving the bodies and roses, till we decide to come visit you in person, Wrath.
Tobias didn’t act like he read anything. He picked the paint drum and left for the room Seraphina lay in. He didn’t give her a glance.
Not even one.
Even as he walked past her.
A drip of black paint dropped on her cheek from the painting brush.
It didn’t wake her.
She’s too deeply asleep.
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[Redd Family Hospital]
Kimmy and Dora’s wounds needed to be stitched. Thankfully, the stab wasn’t too deep into them.
It wasn’t a stab to kill.
They were advised to rest after the stitches, but they still sat up in bed—Kimmy with a patched arm, and Dora with a patched chest.
They both have phones to their ears, calling authorities.
“She’s rotting in prison! You hear me? Anywhere you see her? Nab! Toss her behind bars!” Kimmy shouted.
“You better grab that bitch by her p+ssy hair and drag her to the penitentiary! No case, she’s getting imprisoned!” Dora followed.
By the wall of the ward, Acosta and Peach stood, staring at them.
Peach scoffed. “Mummy is here, and by that logic, I should be here to take care of her, but Dora is here too and I hate her! Get her a separate ward so I can stay with my mummy alone.”
“You hate her, is that why you wanted to wet her earlier in the hall?” Acosta faced her, voice hard and stern.
Peach raised her brows. “Why else? You have no idea what she did to me!” She raised her voice too.
“What did she do to you?” Acosta’s sight shrunk.
“I don’t wanna talk about it!” Peach rolled eyes and walked up to Kimmy’s bed. She climbed the bed, and Kimmy dropped the call she’s on.
“Do you feel better, mum?” Peach touched her forehead to feel her temperature. She also caressed the patch on her arm.
Kimmy smiled proudly, stroking her gelled hair. “Don’t worry, your mum is strong, and the thing who did this to me? She’ll be arrested soon.”
“Aunt Seraphina will be arrested” Peach blinked.
“She’s the Frump, not your aunt!” Kimmy glared. “Her name got cancelled from the family register, so from now on, you’re not related. This just teaches you another thing that you shouldn’t hesitate to off anyone who stands in your way. Be Lilith, never Eve.” Kimmy snapped.
“Kimmy!” Acosta cautioned.
Kimmy looked up, smiling at him. “Costa, will you get me the doctor?” I need a check cos I think my arm ain’t part of my body anymore.”
Acosta’s palms are balled, but he couldn’t say a thing.
“Be fast, dad!” Peach urged.
Acosta left the ward, and Dora received another call.
She got down from the bed and walked close to the ward window before picking up.
It’s a dangerous jail captain who works for her exclusively.
“Yeah, Bexley Hart is her name. Find her details, keep an eye on her, and blow her head anytime you find the chance to gun it.” She whispered.
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[Next Morning, Savior’s Alive Church]
Seraphina woke up to meet herself in hell—Rectory, and she didn’t wait one second before bolting out of it.
She rushed out of the Rectory with sweat beads on her forehead. She only stopped some few inches away from it and then looked at it again.
It’s white outside, but when she woke up inside, it was totally black like a underworld prison.
She saw him painting before she fell asleep last night, but waking up to it was another level of frightening.
So she had to run out.
She didn’t even see him before she ran out. No idea if he’s inside or not.
Not like she wants to see him.
Now, she has to work on her life.
“Miss Seraphina?” Jude’s voice rose behind her, making her turn.
She saw him approaching.
“Jude! Can you please drive me out of here?” She quickly asked.
“Do you have any idea what’s going on outside?” Jude replied worriedly. “You’ve been removed from the Redd family tree, and you’re—”
“Wanted?” Seraphina finished. “Take me out of here, that’s the only thing I need right now.”
Jude nodded. “Fine, follow up.”
He led the way to the park, and Seraphina followed him.
From the curtained window of the Rectory top room, Tobias watched them leave…through the curtain.
Something burned between his fingers, and when he raised it, it turned out to be a stick of burning ash. It’s not cigar nor weed.
It’s sacred incense, wrapped like cigar. He hung the stick between his teeth, fixing his gaze on Seraphina whose figure is now tiny cos she’s already far from the Rectory.
Smokes built a castle in front of his hellbound face.
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[Evening – 6pm]
The city is still sprawled with the news of Seraphina’s fate. She has been cast out by her family, and she’s badly wanted by the cops.
The cops are literally ransacking everyplace for her. Any cop who got her was promised promotion.
She’s like a open carcass right now, and the cops are like vultures hunting for her parts.
That’s why Seraphina stayed extra careful sneaking around.
Jude dropped her off in a abandoned junkyard in the morning, and he was kind enough to give her a cap and a nose mask before he left.
With the help of the two, she stayed hidden, sliding between shops and bars and restaurants, hiding behind trucks and cars, avoiding cameras and holding eyes. Jumping at every honk behind her and frighting at every “hey” said beside her.
It was a tough journey, and now she’s in Dean’s Estate which is quiet, but when she got close to the mansion, she heard arguments inside.
Three voices.
Kelly, Dean, and Allison.
Allison is arguing with both.
“Shut the fû+ck up, Dean! She’s wanted! Her family disowned her! She’s like an enemy of the whole city, but you as the husband, you’re here, f+ckin’ Kelly Price? F+ck you!”
“I’m gonna get you arrested. I’ll ruin your life so bad you won’t be able to get past the guards at the cheapest hotel in this city!.” Dean said.
“If I cared about arrest, I wouldn’t be here m+therf+cker!” Allison yelled. “I don’t even know where she is, and you think I care about your arrest? Yeah do it! Arrest me! Even better, I’ll stay with my baby in prison!”
“Oh you’re f+cked, Allison Hart!” Kelly barked. “Dean was just thinking of connecting with your networking business, but now? You’re only suitable for imprisonment! We’re dragging you to court!”
“Kelly Price, I don’t care!!” Allison shouted back thunderously. “Get away from me with your wide-a+s, oozing p+ssy!”
“Lis,” Seraphina said emotionally from where she hid.
This is going beyond repair.
Allison is dragging herself into the fire with her intentionally.
With heavy eyes, Seraphina rushed out of the estate, wiping her eyes with only one place in mind.
—
[Kiss Fashion Clan Store]
Bexley’s cart is full, so much that there’s no space for anything again.
She’s been shopping for hours.
Now, she stood beside the cart, checking if she has anything inside that she mistakingly took.
She’s in a pin-under strapless singlet and and ripped low-waist bum shorts which let out her bu+t cheeks and laps. It’s almost like a p+nty.
With her over-long nails, she rechecked her items, chewing bubble gum slowly.
All the passing men had a feast of her with their eyes, and she kept rolling eyes at them.
Broke ass freaks who can’t afford her.
But the store staffs are smiling behind her cos Bexley is one of their regulars.
Anytime she comes, she fills her cart.
She only wears moderate clothes when she’s going to see Allison, but on her own like this?
She’s rich.
And she might hate the Redd family, but everyone knows Dora’s designs in Kiss are dope as hell, so she patronizes the f+ck out of this place.
A buzz made her get her phone out of her belt bag.
It’s a text from a friend.
• You said the guy who assaulted you last night at the Charity will be racing tonight at 8. I arranged guys, let’s go beat his ass up to pulp.
Bexley smiled, wanting to reply, but she received another text immediately from a IMPORTANT source saved as Frontman.
She quickly clicked.
Frontman: Floor opens tonight at 10. And you’re to be there two hours before 10. Take this serious, or you know what f+cking follows.
“Shit!” Bexley quickly pushed her cart to the staffs to pay.
She hurried out of the store.
A man at the store lobby lowered a magazine from his face.
He watched Bexley departing with a nod if his head.
—
[Savior’s Alive Church – 7PM]
Thankfully, the Church premises was quiet when Seraphina arrived.
Workers have been fasting, and they’ve not come out of their buildings since yesterday.
Silence escorted Seraphina into the Church gate. The same silence escorted her to the Church entrance and led her in, alone.
Just like she predicted, Tobias is by the alter, preparing the communion that the workers would end their fast with tonight.
They’re breaking their fast by 10PM.
Tobias didn’t turn, but he knew she came in. He felt the innocence.
In his black vestments, with white candles in his hand and incense burning sacredly, he stood on that altar like a catastrophe of nature.
Back view? Destructive.
Seraphina’s steps pounded the silence. The Church swallowed every of her breaths and thoughts.
Only the altar light is on, but it’s bleak—barely there.
She walked past the spot they slapped each other at.
She walked past the spot where she exchanged vows and ring with Dean.
She walked past the rows and columns…to the front.
Tobias remained unturned.
But her words fell.
“I need your help.”
He picked the last candle among the other burning altar candles, then he faced her, danger looming.
Seraphina is not wearing a cap and nose mask anymore.
She’s open, except for the clothes.
“Help me. I know you can.” She repeated, gulping.
“You wanna dance with the devil?” His voice sounded like sin as he blew out the candle he’s holding.
The molten wax has gathered around his large digits generously.
“Yes, and I’ll be the devil’s tool. So as long as I’ll be protected from the world.” Seraphina muttered.
“Show the devil how ready you are—to dance in the hot ashes.” Tobias eyes challenged.
Seraphina took the first step, and the second. Third and fourth were immediate, taken towards the altar table where the communion is.
Each step promised hell.
Each breath promised forsaking.
Each second promised damning.
But she also promised the devil, and she’s going to pay.
With one hard swipe, she used her hands to push the communion stuff away from the table.
The cups fell with loud, deafening clangs, ringing around the sanctuary.
Wine spilled. Bread wasted.
Seraphina’s hands went to her gown.
She didn’t take it off.
She ripped it from the V-neck to the hem of the gown.
Poor material, it was easy.
It fell off her skin like paper.
She pushed down one of the burning candles. It fell on the gown, and it burned bright on the fabric.
Now, she’s left in her thongs—the same one she wore on her wedding night but Dean didn’t get to see.
The same one that only covered her cl1+t and left out her p+ssy face.
The same one with a rope-like bra that only covered her n1+pple.
Her br+asts are full, so the rope split them into two each.
One would think she has four br+àsts right now.
Behind her, the p+nty rope wrapped around her a+s too.
Her hips protruded insanely, nearly ripping the rope.
What’s this shape?
She’s…
No damn word to qualify.
With rough hair and that body, she picked the second altar candle and faced the Priest who’s still standing there like the guard of hell.
She raised the candle, making sure it shone on her body, all-round.
“Am I qualified to dance with the devil, Father?”
Tobias scent invaded her nostrils when he crossed to her on that altar without answering her.
His fingers latched onto the fragile thongs on her waist, and he gave it a brutal pull which made the rope enter her cl+t, dragging over her folds and making her desperate lips part without a sound.
He dragged off the rope-like br@ too, then he picked another candle and set fire on the two, dropping them on the floor to burn away.
Now, standing stark n+ked in front of him, Seraphina felt like the dirtiest sinner existing.
Tobias held three candles together—he held them by their burning heads, then he placed their unburnt base on her little navel.
Seraphina stopped breathing.
Even as the fire from the candle burned his palm, he didn’t shake. Almost like he’s immune to the burn.
He traced the unburnt base of the three candles on her tummy…
Up to the slope of her br+àsts…
To her throat.
He raised her chin with the candles.
Seraphina’s breaths seized, again.
Their eyes met.
His brutal blue met her fragile orbs.
Around them, her gown and rope thongs burned away.
His dirty smirk tilted his cruel lips.
Her p+$ssy vibrated.
That smirk.
His damn dark smirk.
The candles are still burning between his palm. He’s still placing the unburnt base under her chin, and their eyes are still terrifyingly locked.
She’s still n+ked.
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“You’ve been covering the devil’s temple will the dumbass clothes?” He pressed the candles to her throat. “You deserve to be f+ckin’ punished. Sit on the communion table, NOW.”
TBC.
