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[Church Gate]
Jude met exactly what he was told was waiting, and he nearly stumbled on the gate entrance as the blood-like scent of the roses hit his nose.
He gagged, literally.
Not only his eyes came wide, but the eyes of the Brothers who came out with him too.
They were too dumbfounded to speak, they just stared at the full truck of black roses which looks like a burial place of some sinner.
Jude was the first to gather courage and go close to the truck.
“Brother Jude!” The other Brothers called on him fearfully.
He didn’t look back nor answer.
The closer he got, the stronger the blood smell got.
A drop of the blood fell on the polo of his shirt when he arrived at the truck side, but he didn’t notice.
He’s too busy staring at the oddity of the truck. The second blood drop landed on his sleeves.
“Jude!!” The Brothers bellowed.
The third drop of blood dropped on his forehead as he began looking up.
He froze, but he didn’t stop looking up till his neck was completely stretched, then the fourth drip fell right below his chest.
And that was when he saw it.
A body!
There’s a body on the truck, lying in the middle of the moody roses!
A naked dead body of a male with a note carved into the flesh of his back!
The note: CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PRIESTLY ORDINATION, TOBIAS ST. GRAVES.
“No!” Jude lost his mind, falling on his butt. Horror rendered him powerless. He blocked his ears with his palms, screaming out.
“No!!!!!!! Father!!! Call Father!!!”
Two of the Brothers ran off to do that, but getting to the Church, they met frustrated women coming out already, complaining about how the handsome Priest isn’t in the Confession room.
Instead of him, it was one of the Monks handling confession session.
The two Brothers didn’t believe at first, but when they got to the Confession room and met a Monk inside the box, they shared a gasp.
“I was assigned to handle confessions right after the Mass.” The soft-spoken Monk cleared them.
The Brothers faced each other.
“Where’s Father Tobias?”
—
[Counseling Room]
Seraphina’s finger is now knuckle-deep inside her p+ssy.
Her head is still thrown back against that oakwood wall, and now the sweat had spread from her cheeks and foot to her laps.
Beads of sweat formed on her laps, extending to her knees.
Her eyes are closed, toes vibrating inside her heels, arse hot against the chair she’s sitting on, p+ssy wet against that one finger stuck in.
Her own tightness made her throat close on nothing. The way her c+nt was sucking the finger in?
It scared her.
Was this how much she has been deprived? Starved? Desperate?
Her body responded to her finger, n+pp€s poking hard, cl+t breathing fast, thighs going rigid, hips bucking.
All of these feelings in just one minute, with just one finger, and she hasn’t even began moving.
It scared her more.
Who is she right now??
“Move it.” The dark voice hit her earlobes from the other side like a call of iniquity, and she sinned deeper, falling to the pit of hades.
She moved the finger.
Gently. Slowly.
In. Out.
In. Out.
Her p+ssy hugged that finger less tighter as she moved…
On her own tempo,
Ln her own pace,
Of her own volition.
She couldn’t close her mouth, couldn’t make her lips come together.
She landed in a starless horizon which only has bleeding moons, bathing her in blood.
But she continued sinking.
“Rub your clitoris with your thumb,” the depraved order came again.
She followed like a greedy dog.
Fingering her p+ssy and caressing herself on the cl+t at the same time felt like the most divine thing that has ever happened to her body.
Her kneecaps felt like they’d fall off her legs and render her limbless.
She felt shackled, yet free.
She felt dead, yet alive.
She felt doomed, yet saved.
There’s no appropriate word to explain the sensations.
Her second hand gripped the edge of her chair tight, and blood ran away from that palm with the tightness.
“Add the second finger.”
That order sounded edgier than the first orders. It ran her over.
Her second finger moved on it’s own before she could even move it.
It understood what she wanted, and the moment the fingers became two in her p+ssy, her body folded.
“Ah… ah!” Her first m+an slipped, juices coating her fingers, making them slick—a lick-able mess.
“Faster.” The order hit her. “Move harder, settle deeper. It’s yours. Touch every wall. Break it.”
She stretched herself, seeing gazillion-coloured rainbow and half-burnt sun behind her lids.
Her head snapped, p+ssy spasming.
“Ah…mm…damn…” Her second moan slipped from hell, burning in the devil’s flames. She felt the embers against her skin, and her fingers thrusted deeper, hitting the walls, tickling the flesh, multiplying the pleasure. She couldn’t hold back the loudest, sweetest moan.
“I don’t want this to stop…I don’t want….ahhh….hhh….”
Her legs shook with brutality, making the floor have a taste of her filthiness.
Her sweat stained the walls, sharing her sin with the oak.
Her m+ans sliced the air, dragging the room into her world.
She felt her stomach clenching, and her teeth sank into her bottom lip as the result of her sin came flooding.
She came, all-over her fingers.
Warm. Luscious. Wet.
She withdrew the fingers from her core, and delight shone in her eyes as she stared at the drippiness.
“To your mouth.” The last order dropped like a dead weight.
She slowly lifted the two beautifully stained fingers to her mouth, licking the liquid which tasted like ruin and carnage combined.
It stayed on her tongue even after she withdrew the fingers from her mouth, and that was when her evaporated senses began returning.
This is a Church, Seraphina.
This is a Church.
She spranged up, and she nearly fell back to the chair as a result of the slick friction between her legs.
It was enough to make her stomach and body coil.
Guilt engulfed her, and the absolute shame of what she just did.
She just touched herself inside a fuckin’ Church!
Wait…
The counselor called her name.
How did he know her name if he wasn’t seeing her face?
He told her to lift her skirt.
How did he know she wore a skirt?
All the abnormalities began lining up for her, and her mind raced, again.
She bursted through the door in the middle of the room, stepping into the other box where the counselor is supposed to be at.
But it’s a completely empty.
It nearly echoed.
She froze. Her throat bobbed as hot saliva ran down.
Who was that?
Who made her c+m?
“Mrs. St. Graves?” A voice suddenly broke behind her.
She jumped, facing behind to see a Brother standing by the door.
“I’m sorry of I intruded, but is the counseling over?” He asked.
“Who was my counselor?” Seraphina asked instead of answering him.
The Brother blinked. “We have too many counselors in the Church, ma’am. It could be anybody, and you know the policy. We keep your identity hidden, and theirs hidden.”
He didn’t wait after saying that. He left the room.
Seraphina’s mind scattered, and now she didn’t sweat cos of pleasure.
She sweated with fear.
—
After searching the Church with no sign of the Priest, the second Brother decided to visit the Rectory.
Maybe the Priest went back early.
But the Rectory door was tightly shut when he arrived, so he went back in frustration.
He had barely moved a second away from the building when Tobias appeared from the Church area, looking as unsettling as ever in his usual uncanny kind of way.
The Brother paused.
He’s coming from the Church way?
Same Church he searched completely?
Tobias inserted a voice modulator into his vestment pocket as the Brother came closer.
“Father, I’ve searched everywhere for—”
“Any issue?” Tobias cut in coldly.
“The front gate, black roses….”
Tobias was already walking as the Brother talked breathlessly.
“And a body!” The Brother quickly added.
Tobias stopped, looking back over his shoulder. The Brother expected him to be wide-eyed and have at least a little look of shock in his eyes.
But nothing stuck in those eyes.
Just that usual shade that makes people feel uncomfortable.
“A body?” His voice picked.
“Yes, Father.” The Brother nodded.
Tobias moved again, walking hollowly to the front gate.
Thankfully, Jude and the other Brothers were able to keep it from the eyes of the Church people.
Now it’s just the Church workers present at the scene.
“Father!” Jude spranged up.
“Father!” Nun Estelle shouted too, right beside Jude. “Father! There’s a body! There’s a body!”
She ran to Tobias and grabbed him tight by the arm.
Instantly, Tobias got spooked and wanted to knock her off and see her blood, but even in this moment of gore, he wanted to play, so he let her.
He wants to see what she’d look like when he gives her hope that they can get close, then tommorow or the next, he discards her like shit.
Jude should be scolding Estelle right now that she shouldn’t be holding a Priest like that, but he’s too occupied with the scene in front of everyone.
The Truck. Black Roses. The Body.
Tobias allowed Estelle lead him to the front, and in Estelle’s mind right now? She could die.
She could feel his muscles under her palm, and she stylishly caressed, feeling heat between her legs.
This move just confirmed that she’s really romantically affected by this hot Priest. She wants his lips on hers so bad, but this much is enough for her—for now.
Nun Ruth was glaring at her, but Nun Grace and the other Nuns were staring at the truck.
Tobias stopped beside the truck and ran his eyes over the details. He didn’t have to stare before knowing where this came from.
He hates red roses, but bloody black roses are his favorite.
This person picked his favorite and even topped it with a congratulatory note on a human body.
How considerate.
He ordered the offloading of the body, and Jude quickly climbed the truck, rolling the body down.
It fell and landed in front of Tobias.
“It’s too scary!” Estelle quickly hid her face in his chest.
Nun Ruth glared harder.
Tobias just let Estelle be.
He stared at the note on the back of the dead man for a minute, photographing it in his memory.
“Send the body over to my family Memorial Estates. He’ll be given a proper burial.” He ordered.
“No! We should get to the root of it!” Nun Ruth stepped forward, her resentment for Tobias shadowing her eyes as she stood in front of him. “Who sent you a note on a dead body and black roses? Your Odium cult?”
Everyone around gasped including Jude and Estelle.
“Nun Ruth!” Jude shouted.
“No I need him to answer where the flowers came from! Lots of oddities have been going on since he came here! He has a dog who bit three Nuns including me. He took the dog to his Rectory and wears black vestments instead of white! Now, black bloody roses layered with a dead body? Father Tobias St. Graves, who exactly are you!”
“You’re an idiot for that question, Ruth!” Estelle spat.
“And you’re a fool!” Ruth yelled, tears suddenly flowing out of her eyes.
“Nun Ruth?” Jude said softly, worriedly.
Why is she crying?
Estelle wanted to blurt out something hurtful to Ruth, but Tobias raised an hand, meaning no.
Estelle went quiet.
Tobias stared at Ruth’s teary eyes like they’re some holes. He felt the urge to poke her right eye with his finger.
Those eyes.
Her eyes.
The eyes that once rolled beneath him while he was on top of her.
He shifted a leg closer to her, leaning in till his chin rested beside her ear before he spoke in a weird hush…
“Now don’t make me run wild here, Ruthie. We both know how loud you cry when things don’t go the way you want. Keep it down, and stay off my fuckin’ way, or i tear you up.”
Ruth went cold, she inhaled without meaning to.
She couldn’t even exhale after inhaling. She entered key mode.
Seeing that reaction from her, Nun Estelle smirked. ‘I knew she liked him romantically. Look at her losing her breaths at the smell of his scent’ she thought jealously.
Tobias stepped away from Ruth. He was already walking back into the Church as he spoke…
“Jude, send the body over to my family Memorial Estates for burial. Anyone of you who loves the Church can gather to pray against the blood. It was sent by a personal enemy.”
He was already inside the gate before the last word dropped.
Jude was still feeling chills in his bones even after Tobias left completely.
Father Tobias dismissed this ominous, serious issue just like that?
But what can he do?
He’s just a Brother, Tobias is a Priest.
He’s expected to do anything the Priest orders, so he did.
The Church ambulance was driven out, and the body was taken away.
While the others began going back inside the Church, gossiping fearfully and chatting in skittish voices, Nun Ruth remained standing.
She didn’t move.
She still couldn’t breathe at all.
Estelle moved to her, rolling eyes.
“I just knew it, you’re crushing on the Priest! It’s obvious!”
Ruth couldn’t even reply. She’s still in a daze, still trapped.
Nun Grace grabbed her and took her away from the gate.
Estelle hissed.
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[Dean’s Mansion]
Seraphina has been wet in the bathroom for a while now.
The house was empty when she arrived. Dean is probably with Kelly again, so she’s luckily in alone.
The bathroom seems like her surest place of refuge now, so she took advantage of it, staying under the warm water splash.
The water even left the warm line and started getting hot, but she left it that way, punishing herself.
Her back turned faint red as the water washed it.
She’s not even touching her body. She made no attempt to wash.
She touched enough at the Church. She feels too guilty to touch again.
And the craziest part is that it felt good. The sweetest thing she has ever experienced. She could still taste her own p+ssy in her mouth.
She could feel her fingers in her c+nt. She could still hear her own moans.
She could still feel herself cumming hard. ALL IN A CHURCH.
Her guilt grew.
She doesn’t even know who the councilor was.
She can’t pinpoint who.
And worse? She checked the catalogue of the Church councillors, and they’re all middle-aged men.
Starting from age 50.
So a middle-aged man made her c+m hot like that? F+ck.
She wants to hang.
She hugged herself under the shower, pinching her own thigh.
F+ck.
What has she done?
Inside the bedroom, her phone kept ringing with ‘Lis’ on screen.
—
[Redd Estate – Dinnertime]
Usually, dinner comes late in this home. It’s either past 8 or 9pm since every member of the house comes late from work always.
But it’s Sunday—a resting day, so everyone is home.
Even Dora who’s mostly clubbing on Sundays is at home, and that’s because she already checked the bug she planted on Saint’s phone.
Yeah, she bugged his phone with the help of a secret source, so she knows his location at all times.
Currently, Saint is at his family Memorial Estates since there’s no race at the road tonight.
So there’s no reason for her to go clubbing. It’d be boring without his unhinged face to look at.
She sat in her queen-size bed, scrolling through his IG. Her eyes brightened when she saw he just uploaded two pictures.
First picture is the picture of a dead body with CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PRIESTLY ORDINATION, TOBIAS ST. GRAVES, carved on it’s back flesh, and second picture is of Saint’s two fingers stuck up with black bloodstains on them.
His caption: New body arrivals at my family bloody business. More people need to die. We treat corpses well.
“F+ck, My muse is so unhinged. No wonder they say he’s more ruthless than Dean.” Dora smiled, saving the picture of his bloody finger.
She used it as her wallpaper.
“But if Saint isn’t as unhinged as Tobias, then how insanely unhinged would that Tobias be? I can only imagine…” She laughed. “And he’s a Priest? He’s gonna be so interesting.”
“Dinnertime, Miss!” A maid announced by the door.
Dora rolled her eyes, not bothering to put on anything over her brand panty and bra. She loves walking around in those two.
She left the room and she rode the elevator to the penthouse where she met everyone else already.
“Wear something! My husband is here!” Kimmy sneered.
“It ain’t my first rodeo, Kim. Chill and rest your shaking p$ssy. No one’s taking your husband. Ain’t ever dating a black nigga. I’m never gonna fantasize over black dick like you.” Dora replied nonchalantly, sitting.
Genevieve and Marley didn’t complain. They never complain especially Genevieve.
Acosta is by the other side of the busy table, drinking juice with Peach.
“You have no idea how people are going crazy over the search of Valhalla club members.” Marley let out a powerful grin, holding the glass of his wine by the neck.
Tonight, he wore glasses. Not like he’s a lover of it, but he loves to variate.
“I love seeing people go crazy over what they can’t achieve.” Genevieve cackled, lips slanting.
Her hot red lipstick gave her the look of a period villain.
“Aren’t you both just club members though?” Dora pointed. “You don’t even know who the leader of your club is. Doesn’t he speak to y’all through a curtain?”
“But they’re still members of the club, crackhead, that’s what matters,” Kimmy shrugged. “The most sought-after club in this country? Please, let them hype themselves.”
“How many people are in the club though?” Dora asked, twisting a piece of her hair on her pointer.
“Ffteen, plus our unknown leader.” Genevieve answered.
“And is it true that whoever gets to know any of y’all members, that the person will be connected to unending wealth?” Kimmy asked curiously.
“Of course it is,” Marley nodded. “If they’re ready to pay the price.”
“And what are the requirements to enter the club?” Dora asked.
“Anytime you get inquisitive like this, you’re up to something sick.” Kimmy said suspiciously.
“When am I never up to something?” Dora hunched her shoulders.
“To join the club, you have to have committed the seven sins. The leader is always watching everyone in the city, and when you’re the type who’d do just anything to get what you want, and you’ll automatically receive an invite.” Marley said.
“I like the sound of that!” Dora banged the table loudly, laughing.
“Can all this Valhalla talk end already? Kimmy hissed. “I’m starving. Since Talentless Frump left this house, my appetite widened.”
“I believe it’s same for everyone,” Marley raised a toast.
“And the icing on top? Dean hates her like shit, but our contract with Dean? It’s already earning.” Dora raised her glass too, chuckling.
Everyone lifted their glasses to clink in celebration of that.
Everyone except Acosta.
Kimmy came to his side, raising Peach’s chin.
“See how everyone is celebrating Seraphina’s absence? If you don’t want that to be your case too in the future, then you must fight to secure your place among your peers in school. Show them you’re not their mate. Do anything at all to get what you want. Don’t forget, you’re my daughter. You’re that girl.”
Peach looked at Acosta, expecting him to go against it, but Acosta couldn’t. Genevieve and Marley are here, they’d chew him out if he does, so he’s quiet.
Peach looked back at Kimmy.
“Yes, mummy. I get you.”
Kimmy smiled, kissing her hair.
“I sent funds to your parents culinary, Acosta.” Marley suddenly announced.
“My dad called to tell me about it, and I planned to thank you after dinner.” Acosta quickly stood.
“You can thank me by washing my G-wagon later.” Marley grunted, forking his tender chicken.
Acosta’s hand tightened on his fork, but he smiled forcibly.
“I surely will.”
“Can’t he do something else to thank you? Like driving you tomorrow?” Kimmy asked. “I get that we own him, but he’s still my husband, daddy.”
Marley didn’t respond. He began eating with Genevieve and Dora like he didn’t hear Kimmy.
Peach slowly began eating too.
Kimmy looked at Acosta. He’s already eating like the rest.
She faced her meal too.
“There’ll be a charity dinner in a week from now. Hosted by this family.” Genevieve announced, sliding her pasta fork down.
“F+ck, we host charity dinners almost every week. It’s like we feed everyone in this city.” Dora complained.
“We have to keep making people think we’re the kindest family in the city. Also, another huge contract is on it’s way, and we need to connect with someone through the damn dinner.” Kimmy explained.
A dirty idea crept into Dora’s mind, and a dirty smile crowned her lips as she curled her pasta on her plate.
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[St. Graves Memorial Estates]
At 8pm, the workers were still expecting Uncle Will’s arrival.
No body was scheduled to arrive today, but one hideous body with carved note at the back arrived.
Coincidentally, Saint was at the Estate when the body arrived.
He came to have fun with the dead bodies here. His idea of fun is so twisted like that.
But the moment he saw the body from the Church, he had to take a picture of the note on the back and post it for his aesthetic.
He loves dead bodies just the way Tobias loves ruins and violence.
“This is probably from Tobias cult Odium.” He said cryptically after he posted the pictures.
Tino is beside him, looking spooked.
He agreed to come with him since tonight was race-free, but now he’s regretting that move.
He shouldn’t have come.
The frozen embalmed bodies look like they’re calling on to him.
They lay inside glass cubes, yet to be buried.
Tino couldn’t even look, but Saint is taking selfies with them?
The f+ck?
This family is really the weirdest most dangerous one on this city.
“Odium cult?” He repeated what Saint just said.
Saint faced him.
“Yeah. They carve notes into flesh of people. Toby did it lots of times in Hollow University. In fact, Tobias started the trend before his other cult members started doing it too.”
“Damnit,” Tino gulped. “I don’t think I wanna meet your Toby again. You already creep me out sometimes. I might just pass out if I meet him.”
“Pass out?” Saint scoffed. “That’s below him, don’t ever in your life say that shit again. You’re gonna die.”
“Change topic, SS.” Tino inhaled.
“What do you wanna talk about? Bexley?” Saint hummed.
“The girl you’re stalking? And you’re still stalking her. Anything else?” Tino rolled his eyes.
“There’s a private Charity dinner in a week’s time, and she’ll be there as one of the wine tenders cos her older sister is in charge of the dinner as the planner.” Saint said.
“Let me guess, you’ll be there as a guest?” Tino smiled.
“I am not that predictable, Tino.” Saint smiled back sinisterly. “Toby taught me better.”
“You’re really Tobias carbon copy. You should be his twin instead of Dean.” Tino laughed.
“Speaking of Dean, I haven’t visited that dude since his wedding. It’s hightime.” Saint sighed.
Uncle Will was immediately led in by two other workers. More lights came on, bathing every single dead body in their clean frozen glasses.
Uncle Will’s attention stayed solely on the newly brought body with the carved back on the front glass.
He adjusted his hat, eyes thinning.
“This,” he faced the workers. “Was sent from the Church?—from Tobias?”
“Absolutely sir. A guy named Jude delivered it with a order from the Priest that this body must be buried in VVIP.” The workers replied.
“Of course it must be in VVIP,” Saint laughed. “The body has a note from his cult, so he cherishes it.”
“Saint!” Uncle Will glared.
“I’m spitting the truth!” Saint glared back. “You know he’s the fuckin backbone of that cult, and they can’t let him go. Toby himself would never let them go no matter the years he spent in seminary. Odium cult is only hibernating, they’re coming back to claim their member!”
Uncle Will nearly punched Saint in the face, but Tino blocked him.
Saint smiled with only a side of his lips, like an animal that he is.
Uncle Will’s hand went down.
—
[Allison’s Mansion – Kitchen]
“Why the f+ck is Phina not picking her damn phone?” Allison groaned, dropping her phone after dialling her again for the umpteenth time.
She spent all day resting cos there was no event today, but her rest was hitched when Bexley came at 7, so they went shopping for groceries together, and now they’re in the kitchen, cooking together.
“I swear if you dial that girl one more time, you’ll take her as your sister instead of me!” Bexley threatened from behind.
Allison slowly turned her head.
Bexley sat on the kitchen island in her bum shorts and br@, and a cup of ice cream in hand.
“I told you times with no damn number to stop getting jealous of Phina! Phina might be my friend and age mate, but she’s fragile unless she gets gets brutally triggered. Her family treats her bad, she needs me.” Allison addressed sternly.
“You’re Allison Hart, she’s Seraphina Redd, or maybe she’s Seraphina St. Graves now that she married one of the most successful CEOs in this city. She’s not your family!” Bexley argued right back.
“Bî+ch, just shut up. I don’t have the energy to trade words with you.” Allison pointed the knife at her and returned to chopping the vegetables. “You better not get me disappointed at the Charity dinner next week. Serve well, and your account will fatten. The organizers are the Redds.”
“How I hate that family, but what can be done? I have to make this money!” Bexley pressed her lips.
“Yeah we got to!” Allison winked. “But Valhalla Club is making my blood boil. Who exactly are these people?”
“I heard the inside of the club is so otherworldly one could get lost.” Bexley breathed.
“So I heard, but how do I get in and know the tops?” Allison’s voice rose over the knife chops.
Bexley ate from her ice cream, staying silent.
—
[One Week Later, A Exclusive Teahouse]
Seraphina came out with her bag strap hung on her inner elbow, exhausting written all-over her.
She has been on her job hunting since 7am today, and time is currently 5pm.
She knew big companies wouldn’t take a dropout, so she went from one small-scale organization to another.
But no one got anything to offer her.
“We don’t need a staff.”
“We might be small-scale, but we value complete credentials.”
“Aren’t you the Redd family curse? Go jinx somewhere else.
She heard so many things today, and she even brought her crotchets along to introduce to people, but as usual, she was mocked.
No one wanted to buy.
Even in the teahouse she’s just coming out of, no one looked at her crotchets twice.
She flipped her phone and looked at her account balance
30k
She’s running low on funds.
That’s shitty.
She was literally dragging her heels on the ground as she walked to her car, but her face went up when she saw the skyscraper LED in front of her, showing Dean who’s currently on TV giving advice to young CEOs.
Kelly is behind him as his Analyst, smiling professionally.
That slut.
Since the past one week, Dean hadn’t come home to sleep.
He was definitely sleeping it all at Kelly’s place. No doubt.
Seraphina slept in the estate alone, and it’s been a weird kind of peaceful.
She opened her car door, about to enter, but another scene hit the LED screen like a tornado. It’s the news of tommorow’s Charity dinner.
Redd family is holding another one of their popular vain dinners where rich people donate to the poor.
She closed her car door, giving up on entering. Frustratingly, she rested her forehead on her car, but her mind just wouldn’t stop bouncing around.
This time, it went to what she experienced in Church a week ago.
The c+mming.
Her m+ans.
Her fingers…
That’s like the only meaningful, satisfying thing that ever happened in her existence since a week ago.
Nothing else made her feel good.
In her world of blur and blue, that moment was her only delight.
She still feels guilty about it. She still doesn’t know who that counselor was. She didn’t visit the Church again since then, but anytime she thinks about it, she gets turned on.
It this a curse?
She continued leaning on her car, wanting to even sleep there if possible, but a scent made her head come up. The corruptive scent of whiskey and oud.
It’s a scent she only smelled once when she exchanged words with the Priest in Church last week.
Her head went up, and her hateful glare formed on her face immediately she sighted him.
It’s really him.
The Priest.
Tobias is coming out of the teahouse with Jude and Nun Estelle at each side of him, his aura maddening.
He wore one of his black dress-shirts and expensive coats, rosary dangling around his neck slowly.
For a Priest, he wears too many expensive stuffs. Even that rosary is limited edition, but he’s barely a Priest anyways. Someone who slapped her isn’t a real Priest.
He came to the teahouse for a exclusive meet with one of the heads of the Church, actually.
And they’re returning now.
Maybe they used the VVIP rooms, that’s why Seraphina didn’t see them when she went in to introduce her crotchets to the people inside.
“Mrs. St. Gra—” Jude said, but he quickly stopped, remembering her warming. “I mean… Miss Seraphina.”
“Would have replied you, but you’re with someone I hate, so just skedaddle!” She replied rudely, glaring hard at Tobias who’s behind.
“Are you talking about Father Tobias? You hate him?” Nun Estelle sneered. “You should get on your knees and let him pray for your dying marriage!”
“Bitch, shut the F+ck up! You have no right to talk about my marriage! Leave with your undeserving Priest!” Seraphina yelled angrily.
“Undeserving?” Tobias stepped into the scene, presence suffocating. His whiskey and oud is gagging, and Seraphina hates it madly.
She has never liked loud perfumes.
“Unde fuckin servin’?” Tobias repeated for her alone to hear, his eyes corruptly slashing her face.
“Yeah,” Seraphina looked up, mouth knotted. “Undeserving!”
“Are you sure? Cos you liked my orders, and you followed them like the Stupid little hungry Dog that you are.” He muttered.
Her lashes raised, hatred still so consuming and hot.
“What foolish orders?”
Like a felon, he leaned to her ears, bending his unfair height to balance well before whispering darkly…
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“The dirty orders that made your starved p+ssy c+m in the Church counsel box, exactly a week ago.”
Seraphina’s bag fell flat beside her feet. Her arms dropped.
TBC.
