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[Savior’s Alive Church]
Communion ended few minutes ago, and the Church entrance crawled with people coming out with smiles of newness on their faces as if they had just swallowed forever.
Brothers and Sisters, Nuns and Monks, chatting about the Bible and how different tommorow’s service would be cos of the new Priest.
But Nun Estelle seems more excited than the rest.
“Gosh, those blue eyes. I can’t wait for everyone in Church to see him.”
“You seem to be more interested in his face than what he actually has to offer,” the gossiper—Nun Ruth glared sternly at Estelle.
“Why do you seem to hate Father Tobias so much?” Estelle mirrored her glare, stopping suddenly.
The other Nuns filed past them. Everyone knows Estelle and Ruth don’t like each other.
By the look of things, they’d probably exchange words soon.
“He was a cultist!” Nun Ruth glared harder. “Search for the cruellest cult who terrorized Hollow University and New York as a whole years ago. They’re called Odium Cult, their members rank go up by the number of people they kill! There’s no assurance that he’s not part of the cult anymore. He’s dangerous!”
“Stop lying, Ruth!” Estelle pointed a finger. “Stop already! What silly cult? Just say you fell for the Priest at first sight, but knowing you’re forbidden from developing romantic feelings, you’re making up fake lores!”
“What did you just say?” Ruth’s eyes widened, unable to believe Estelle’s dirty words.
“Nuns!” Grace got in their middle,, but then, an uninvited, unwanted visitor entered the Church.
Running. Jumping. Barking.
A giant black dog with it’s tongue out and expensive black diamond chain around it’s neck.
“Holy Mary! How did it get in?” Nun Grace shouted.
“It’s a demonic one!” Nun Ruth added.
The Sisters and Brothers around shifted aside, but when they saw the dog’s run wasn’t gonna stop, they knew shifting wouldn’t do it.
They ran.
The three Nuns were the last, and they were the ones who unluckily got caught by the dog’s insanity.
Grimm caught Nun Grave and Ruth by the hem of their dresses, pulling them down and tearing off the lowest parts of their dresses, rolling them with the ground and pushing them to the walls, causing great ruckus.
Thank God for their underskirts, they’d have been naked.
Screams and cries followed their fall.
Nun Estelle who was close to escaping was eventually caught by Grimm. The dog’s teeth met her by the knee, pulling her down.
Blood. More screams.
“Help!!! Help!!! It’s a demonic dog!!!”
Jude rushed out of the Church first, and his eyes stretched madly when he saw what was going on.
He stopped by the door, shocked.
Then, Tobias stepped out in his vestments.
Seeing the wounded people on the ground and the shapes of their wounds, he didn’t need anyone to tell him it was Grimm’s teeth.
By now, Jude already moved forward to help the wounded nuns, but Tobias didn’t move, like his shoes have been gummed to the Church entrance.
He stayed still by that door. The faint hint of a odd smile tainted his lips like the one villains have on their face after killing a loved hero.
Jude was once bitten by Grimm, so he knew not to go close to the dog.
The other Church Brothers gathered to capture it, but the dog literally jumped over their heads and ran all the way to Tobias by thay door.
Tobias hand went to it’s head—like a father petting his child.
Grimm calmed, wagging it’s tail happily, obediently.
Tobias nose caught the strong smell of marijuana from it, and he just knew Saint did this.
Saint probably fed weed to it.
That bratty fûck.
His hand stayed on Grimm’s head as he looked up to see everyone around staring at him in bewilderment.
A Priest touching a dog?
Jude shouldn’t be shocked cos he saw him do this once, but he’s still shocked. More reason to grow suspicious of this man.
Nun Estelle who’s still on the ground with bleeding knee opened her mouth, crying out…
“It hurts!!!”
—
[Dean Estate]
It’s 8:30. Seraphina isn’t back.
None of the waiters left the living room. They’re all still there, waiting.
Kimmy is almost done with her cucumber now. Dora is almost done with her apple too.
Dean kept looking at the time.
“8:31,” Dora sighed, standing and ragingly throwing off her remaining apple. “Are you sure your wife didn’t run away?” She faced Dean.
Dean didn’t look up.
“Or maybe she’s f+ckin another man, who knows?” Kimmy stood, too. “You know she’s not a virgin, right? She knows how a d+ck tastes cos I payed a boy to date her for fun when she was in highschool. He dated her for a month and fucked her in a private cinema, we saw the videos. Maybe she’s hungry for D again and went in search of it.” Kimmy laughed.
“You had to remind me of that memory.” Dora laughed, sounding as annoying as stones in a can.
“I don’t give a f+ck whoever she f+cks.” Dean muttered.
“Wait….” Kimmy sat beside him. “This is serious than I thought. Why exactly did you marry her then?”
“It’s none of your business, Kimmy Redd.” Dean faced her, nose flaring as he sneered. “What are you even doing in my house?”
“It’s like that now?” Dora scoffed.
A car drove into the estate. Dean noticed in the park alert. All talks paused as he rushed to the wide intercom to check the park footage.
The car is a boattail, so it’s definitely not Seraphina’s.
A man’s shadow alighted from the car like a phantom, and Dean’s eyes flashed with instant recognition.
“Out!” He faced the sisters.
“What!” Kimmy frowned.
“Out! I said, out!” Dean chased, picking their bags from the couches and throwing them at the door.
He shoved them out and threw the door shut.
Outside, Kimmy and Dora boiled as they head to their cars.
“Can’t believe it! Can’t believe shit! He threw us out?” Dora cussed loudly above her breaths.
“He’s paying for it, trust me.” Kimmy glared daggers at the mansion before they both got in their cars.
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[Exclusive Spa]
Seraphina didn’t even notice her bag straps had fallen to her elbows as she rushed out of the spa, chest echoing.
The spa treatment and massage felt too heavenly she had fallen asleep, and Allison didn’t even wake her.
“Phina! Sweetheart you aren’t leaving me here, are you? Phina!” Allison ran after her, struggling on her heels.
“You should have woken me!” Seraphina said without stopping.
“Girl, you were deeply asleep in there you didn’t even hear when the relax piano began playing! It’d be inconsiderate to wake you up cos I knew you needed that sleep!” Allison responded, catching up eventually.
Seraphina stopped, facing her.
“I know, but….”
“But what?” Allison interrupted with a raised brow. “Why the f+ck are you in a breathless hurry?”
“I’m married, Lis. Dean’s dinner,” Seraphina lied, opening her car door.
“Dinner? There are maids in your mansion, aren’t there?” Allison blinked in surprise.
“Lis,” Seraphina stressed. “I promised him my meal, ok?”
“Fine, Dean’s Wifey!” Allison raised her hands in surrender. “Call me when you get home.” She pecked her.
“Will do,” Seraphina breathed, getting in her car.
Allison watched her drive off before she hopped in her own car.
Instantly, she received a call from Bexley.
—
[Redd Estate]
Acosta was surprised to meet the estate lights off when he arrived.
Dora will still be out clubbing, so no hope on that one.
Genevieve is probably still on her movie set, too.
Marley is with associates.
But Kimmy hould be home. Even if she’s not, Peach is home.
Peach was left home, so why are the lights off like she’s not here?
Acosta closed the door of his car softly, keeping his stare on the dark house as he entered suspiciously.
He hit the lights, and every big and tiny lights sprawled on. Chandeliers showered the walls with beauty.
He elevated to his floor, expecting to meet Peach in her room, reading, but she ain’t here.
His chest split.
“Peach!”
No answer.
Another split to his chest.
“Peach!!”
He ran inside, searching the whole floor in a ransack like he’s looking for a threadless needle.
No Peach.
His mind told him to check the next floor, and he listened.
He jumped on the elevator with shakiness and fear.
Coming out of the elevator on Dora’s floor, he met her where he didn’t expect.
Peach lay in front of Dora’s room, obviously unconscious.
Acosta’s mind stopped splitting. It shattered to dust, blowing off to abyss. He felt his mind drop.
“Peach!!!!” He screamed, doing a slide on his knees to her.
He scooped her easily into his arms. Luckily, he could still hear her faint breathing on himself.
“Peach!” He stood, running out with her, into the elevator.
“Peach, don’t worry, daddy will save you. Daddy will make sure you’re fine!” He sniffled, shaking her body, talking into her ears till the elevator got down, and he dashed to the family underground park.
At the same time, Genevieve and Marley drove in. Right behind them, Kimmy arrived too.
“Shit, what’s going on?” Marley frowned as Acosta tucked Peach’s body into his car.
“What’s going on with my grandbaby!” Genevieve queried.
“I have no idea!” Acosta shouted.
“Oh my God!” Kimmy jumped out of her car, eyes wide. “Baby! Peach! What happened to Peach? Peach!!!”
Acosta had no time to reply.
He drove out with Peach, headlights brighter than the park lights.
“Peach! Oh my baby!” Kimmy got back in her car, chasing after him, her hair nearly curling with her red long nails.
“Call the hospital, Marley.” Genevieve said calmly, shifting her hair behind her hair with care.
“Right on it.” Marley picked his phone and dialled the family hospital.
“My only grandbaby must be fine, or you all in that hospital will lose your fineness.” He said smoothly, then hung up smoother.
“Dinner should be ready now, darling. I told the penthouse maids to make steak and prepare our best wine.” Genevieve raised her chin.
“Shall we?” Marley smiled tightly, hand going around her waist.
Genevieve returned the smile, walking in with him.
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[A Bar n’ Grill]
After tonight’s race, Saint crashed here for a fun time with Tino.
This bar is mostly patronized by racers cos it’s a stone-throw from their racing road.
It’s less-crowded though, cos most racers prefer loud clubbing. Saint and Tino club frequently too, but they chose solo fun here tonight.
On their table, the beef cooked tenderly on the electric grill while bottles of rum surrounded it like eagar onlookers.
Appetizing smokes rose from the grill, communicating hungrily with their stomachs as they prepared to chew with rum glasses to their lips.
They poured themselves the fifth glasses, clinked and drank.
Saint drank with his left hand though. His phone is in his right hand, his thumb scrolling through a particular page on Instagram.
“You released your brother’s dog to the Church?” Tino talked, turning the beef with the metal clips.
“I wanted to spice things up. I want my wicked cultist brother back.” Saint shrugged.
“Cultist?” Tino asked, shocked.
“Oh you have no idea,” Saint’s eyes thinned into a meaningful gaze.
“I’m thinking of visiting that Church tommorow. It’s hightime I saw your brother in person.” Tino nodded.
“The Church door is open,” Saint hummed, returning to his phone.
“You ain’t following?” Tino looked at him, precisely scissoring the beef.
“I already stepped Church on Dean’s wedding, and that’s gon’ be the last time. I’m not a religious fool.” Saint groaned, still on his phone.
“What the f+ck you been staring at?” Tino inched closer to check it out.
Saint is actually on Bexley Hart Instagram page.
Bexley—Allison’s sister.
“You’re still stalking her?” Tino grinned, sitting back.
“She’s interesting,” Saint groaned, relaxing as he picked a beef cut.
“We both know what happens once you find something or someone interesting.” Tino said.
“I can’t wait to witness it, too.” Saint drank slowly.
“Valhalla Club is the top search topic today again in the country.” Tino mentioned, checking his phone too.
“It has been topping the search for months now. Even Dean has been sourcing for connections to enter, but he has been failing. Those peeps are interestingly dark.” Saint drank.
“Dean your brother?” Tino blinked. “Bro, he’s insanely rich. I could have sworn he’s in the club.”
“He’s not,” Saint dropped his glass, looking at some group of tattoed guys at a corner in that bar.
They have drinks and beef on their table too, but they’re not drinking nor eating. They’re staring resentfully at Saint and Tino. It’s so intense.
“The rival racer gang?” Tino stated when he noticed them too.
“They’ve been there, watching us since an hour ago. If their balls are full enough, they’d have come to us.” Saint sneered in ridicule.
“They’ve been watching us since an hour ago? And you knew?” Tino said surprisingly, staring at him.
“Toby taught me to be vigilant at all times. Foolish enemies are always around.” Saint replied, standing and getting himself a weed blunt from his wallet “I’m full, let’s get the f+ck out.”
He led the way out, trying to light up his weed. Tino followed.
By the door, Saint stopped, having a feeling that apart from the rival racer gang, someone else is watching him.
But he didn’t look back.
He stepped away with Tino.
As they made their exit, a bleak light touched the second corner of the bar where Dora sat like a witch, legs crossed, eyes predatory.
She ditched club tonight just to come here and watch him.
Saint.
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[Savior’s Alive Church – Nuns Convent]
“See? I was right! A dog? A priest? The two shouldn’t even be in a sentence, but it happened!” Nun Ruth said angrily in the middle of the eighteen other nuns in the hall.
The three wounded nuns have been treated, and clothes have been changed, but Estelle’s wounds are deeper cos they’re on her knees.
She’s still at the Church clinic as she’s advised to not walk yet.
“I agree with Nun Ruth,” Nun Grace nodded. “I saw the little creepy smile on his lips when he saw what the dog did—like he’s proud of the dog. He even took the dog to his Rectory? We should write to the head of the Church. This can’t go on.”
“I agree with you.”
“Me too.”
Everyone stayed on a page, and a final conclusion was nearly reached, but Nun Estelle came in limping despite her pains.
The nuns stood.
“Nun Estelle?” Grace gasped. “You’re still in healing! What are you doing here in the convent!”
“Don’t listen to Ruth, y’all.” Estelle gritted, guiding her plastered knee. “She has been full of hate for the Priest since he arrived, and she even formed theories against him that he’s a cultist. Harboring hate in our hearts is a sin to Mother Mary, and Nun Ruth has breached that line.”
“Estelle!” Ruth spranged up.
“Father Tobias needs our supports.” Estelle said.
“And why hasn’t he come to see us? We got wounded.” Grace said.
“He’s still coming, I trust him.” Nun Estelle nodded certainly.
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[Rectory]
Grimm stayed by the door of Tobias bedroom according to his orders.
The dog never crossed the line. It’s just there, wagging it’s tail patiently.
Tobias is inside the room, phone to his ear as Saint’s line rang.
Saint didn’t pick, so he punched him a text instead.
• Know you intentionally didn’t pick the call, f+cker. Next time I see you, I’ll have your balls mixed with Grimm’s three square meals.
He clicked send and dropped his phone, whistling once.
Grimm caught the signal and came in, but he didn’t come close.
He sat beside the wall.
If Tobias wanted it to come close, he’d have called it’s name directly.
So he sat by the wall and slept off.
Tobias eyes caught the rosary on his neck, and he took the cross pendant, wrapping his large palm on it.
Years ago, he used to wear a chain too, but not rosary.
He used to wear a black chain which had the pendant of a weeping eye with a single obsidian tear.
He misses that shit.
But it won’t be for long.
He walked to the bedroom window, pushed it open, and saw Nun Estelle coming from the convent, heading back to the Church clinic.
No one needed to tell him before he knew what she went there for.
Such a devoted defender.
That creepy smile tugged his lips again, and his head threw him a crazy imagination of how beautiful this Church would be with bodies of the Sisters and Brothers lying everywhere. Blood of Nuns and Monks spraying the walls.
Flesh of the churchgoers across the marble, and their heads off their necks, their rosaries in blood.
That brief imagination made him hard, and it ain’t surprising.
He’s the king of carnage.
He’s the God of ruination.
His cheek seemed to sting a bit, reminding him of the slap he received from Dean’s wife.
He ran his tongue on his inner cheek.
Is that Stupid Dog asleep now? Or getting beaten by Dean.
Second one sounds great.
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[Dean’s Estate]
Surprisingly, Seraphina met no obstacle when she arrived. No Dean waiting to punish her.
No guards.
But it’s obvious that a visitor just left.
Who’s it? She has no idea.
She was about to start tiptoeing upstairs when Dean appeared on top of the stairs, making her stop, breaths catching in her throat.
Their eyes met, and she straightened with the next minute, boldly continuing her climbing.
Dean maintained his stand on top of the staircase, watching her get closer with an unreadable look.
But then, a new visitor entered.
Kelly, smiling and squealing.
“I missed you!!” She pushed Seraphina off the staircase.
Seraphina quickly held the sleek banister, supporting herself as Kelly flew up to Dean’s arms like she’s just seeing him after several years.
They both disappeared to Dean’s room in no time, and Seraphina proceeded to her room.
She had her shower and stepped out from the bathroom shortly.
She pulled her towel away from her body and stood naked in front of her full mirror, checking herself out.
Heavy breasts, curved hips, fat ass. Beautifully carved face. Soft lips.
She touched herself in the face, and her second hand on her hip.
“I’m so beautiful.” She told herself, confidently. “So damn beautiful and curvy, and attractive.”
“You’re Talentless.” Her sisters voices mocked her in her head.
“You’re useless, unneeded.” Her parents voice followed.
She hastily covered up her body with her white pyjamas and climbed her bed, remembering the first time she saw Dean five years ago.
It was indeed on a cover of Forbes like Ugly Dog said.
She fell for doom, and now she’s doomed in his house.
She’s gonna have to go to church for counselling tommorow.
There are counsellors in the counseling room, so she’s going.
Hope she doesn’t run into Ugly Dog.
She shut her eyes to sleep, but noises from the other room wouldn’t let her.
Kelly’s noises from Dean’s room.
“I love how you fuck my p+ssy.”
“I’ve been starving since I left office cos I knew you’d fill me.”
“Mm. Yeah drip on my tongue.”
Seraphina turned in bed, placing an hand between her thighs.
She folded her toes, shutting her eyes as she tried to fight the urge to touch.
It’s been long since she got touched or even got s+xually involved.
Since her highschool boyfriend jilted her, she has been untouched.
And now, hearing such ungodly noises….
“F+ck my needy p+ssy…” Kelly’s loud m+ans hit her ears again.
She shoved her face into her pillow, clenching her thighs.
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[Daybreak-Redd Family Hospital]
Acosta spend the night here with Kimmy, but they said nothing to each other throughout.
Peach’s condition was critical when she was brought last night. She had to get admitted while they waited outside the ward since they insisted they didn’t want a ward to sleep in.
Acosta’s face is buried in his palms. Kimmy stood, arms crossed over her chest as she stared at the ward.
When the doctor came out, Acosta spranged up.
“Tell me she got better!”
“She got better,” the doctor smiled.
“Are you real?” Kimmy asked.
“Trust me, ma’am. Peach got better this morning.” The doctor smiled again, and Acosta inhaled.
“Thank f+ck!”
“I made it clear that she must stay away from perfumes, sprays no matter how mild they smell, so how come her health flared up so bad?” The doctor said suddenly.
“No!” Acosta frowned. “I don’t even use perfumes cos I know she likes to hug me and might inhale. Her mum uses perfumes but she wasn’t even home yesterday.”
“Well then, the doctor sighed. “Talk to Peach herself. And I hope this doesn’t happen again.”
He left with his nurses, and Acosta rushed in with Kimmy.
Peach is in bed, eyes open, smiling.
“Dad!” She sat up immediately she saw the two. “Mum!”
“Hey princess!” Acosta lifted her happily with a chuckle, hugging her dearly, rubbing her hair.
“What actually happened? Did you spray yourself?” Acosta asked.
“No!” Peach frowned.
“Then why would you faint and get so critical last night?” Acosta caressed her face worriedly.
Peach knew Dora would crash out if she mentioned her, so she didn’t.
“Did you perhaps sprayed yourself cos you wanted to get sick and avoid school next week?” Kimmy’s voice came from the back.
“No!” Peach shouted. “I would never do that to myself!”
“That’s all you could say?” Acosta faced Kimmy, disappointed. “In this pressing situation, that’s all?”
“Are you trying to make me the bad person?” Kimmy scoffed.
Without offering a reply, Acosta carried Peach out of the ward.
“Nigga, don’t dare walk out on me,” Kimmy followed them. “Costa!”
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[Savior’s Alive Church]
Even before the mass started, there’s already an insane crowd waiting to worship, and more insane crowd filing in from the gate to the park to the Church entrance to the Church.
A stampede could happen if Jude hadn’t gathered the other Brothers to regulate and control the crowd.
Insane wouldn’t describe it very well at this point. It’s mad.
The crowd are mostly females. Women, ladies, girls, all dressed in one open way or another.
Tight short skirts, backless or off-shoulder dresses. Too much make-up, braless chests.
The Nuns and Sisters and the original Church members were left in awe and could only watch as the church got filled completely for the first time.
“What’s going on, genuinely?” Nun Grace asked herself.
“It’s obvious, power of Father Tobias.” Nun Estelle smiled.
Her knee is still healing, but she wouldn’t miss the first Mass of Father Tobias cos of the minor wound.
Nun Ruth gave her a bitter stare.
And when the Priest entered after the hymns, the crowd of females were mystified. Like they’ve never seen a man all their lives.
Mouths widened. Eyes did, too.
Some slapped their palms over their lips to block their gasps.
In the middle of them all, Seraphina sat unmoved, wondering what exactly is this.
Why are they shamelessly gawking over a Priest?
Well, he’s not exactly a Priest one could be proud of, but they didn’t see the side of him she saw, so they should still be seeing him as clean right now. So why?
Moral compass is totally lost.
And when his voice hit the Church speakers, the females gasped shamelessly, falling under his charm.
Annoyingly, Seraphina stood and left the Church in the middle of mass.
She drew attention to herself with that move. Everyone saw her leaving as she was the only one standing.
From the alter, Tobias saw her too, but it didn’t look like it.
He went on with the prayers.
Seraphina didn’t go home, though.
He stayed outside and sat alone under a old gazebo shed till Jude came to meet her.
“Mrs. St. Graves, do you not like the mass? Why are you outside?”
“Miss Seraphina.” She corrected.
“But you’re married to—”
“Miss Seraphina.” She cut in bluntly.
Jude blinked, then nodded. “Fine, Miss Seraphina. Why are you outside?”
“Can I be left alone?” She replied. “I only came for counselling, and I heard it’s after the mass. Who’s gonna be handling it?” She asked.
“We have capable counsellors for that,” Jude replied.
“Good.” She nodded. “I’ll wait here, don’t worry about me.”
Sensing that persuasion won’t work, Jude left her there.
Tobias voice boomed from the speakers throughout the service, hitting her ears.
She kept hissing, bored till the mass got over, and instead of leaving, the females began lining for a confession session with the Priest.
“They’re making it too obvious,” Seraphina made faces as she head to the counselling room.
It was Jude who came to call her as she’s the only one who needs counselling today.
“Here, Miss Seraphina.” Jude pointed at the oak door on the private hallway of the Church grounds.
“Our oldest counselor brother is waiting to talk to you.” Jude furthered.
Another Brother rushed over. “Jude, someone sent a full truck of black roses outside the gate.”
“Black roses?” Jude’s face squeezed.
“Come see for yourself.” The man persuaded, and Jude followed.
Now alone in the hallway, Seraphina checked out her dress quickly.
She wore a free-yard jean skirt—not too wide, but wide, and a simple free black blouse, then kitten heels.
She knocked once before entering, meeting herself on the left side of the box. Whoever the counselor would be, he’s definitely on the right side of the box which she’s not seeing.
It’s the policy here that during confessions or counseling, the faces of the people would be unrevealed.
She took her seat on the available chair, dropping her shoulder bag.
“Are you there, counselor?” She asked slowly, voice light.
“Your plights are safe here,” the safe-sounding reassuring voice came from the other side. “Go on.”
Seraphina sighed, feeling better. She folded her hands on her knees.
“There’s a lot happening in my existence, but the most pressing issue is my husband.”
She paused a minute. Time ticked.
“I feel like he married me for his own reason, and it’s barely been four days, but I’ve seen a lot, and…”
Another pause.
“And my job hunting starts on Monday. My husband owns the most successful Investment Empire in this city, but I still have to look for job, isn’t that so fucked up?”
“Why do I feel like that’s not the issue?” The counselor from the other side said, calmly.
The type of deadly calm that lures.
Seraphina’s hold on her knees tightened before she spoke further.
“Last night, I….i was supposed to be getting irritated by his doings with that girl Kelly, but the sounds coming from his bedroom turned me on. I think….I’m s+xually frustrated?”
She gasped, grabbing her back at this point. “I think I’ll come back another day! Today ain’t it!”
“Sit down.” The counselor’s voice came firm, clear.
An order she feels like she can’t refuse—can’t say no to.
There’s something about the edge of the voice which made her swallow like she’s standing on a cliff edge.
She slowly sat back, returning her bag to the table.
“S+xually frustrated?” The voice came probing again, still holding that weird, dark edge.
“Can we not move forward on that?” Seraphina replied, nervous.
“Have you tried touching yourself?” The counselor dropped the bomb.
Her eyes widened.
“What are you—”
“Have you tried touching yourself, Miss Seraphina?” He repeated, firmer, authoritative.
Seraphina swallowed, again. Despite the AC in here, she sweated on the chin and the cheeks.
“N…no…” She stammered.
“Are you open to try?” The counselor said. Somehow, that sounded more like another order than a request.
Another order that felt raw.
Who’s behind that box? Seraphina wondered, but above all, she followed the voice.
“This is a Church,” she whispered, mind ticking like a time bomb.
Then the voice again…
“And we’re in a counseling room for women. No cameras. No other eyes, not even mine as I can’t see you from this side. So….? What do you say?”
Seraphina’s head rested on the oak wood wall behind her, chest racing suddenly with anxiousness.
“W…what do I have to do?” She asked, voice shaky, trembling, but at the same time, sounding like someone who damn knows what they’re doing.
“Spread your legs on that chair,” the voice dropped, lower.
Quietly, she did, dragging the legs apart till her skirt fell between.
“Pull up your skirt,” the second guidance came.
She did.
Her two hands dragged the jean skirt up till it got to her laps.
Now, her hands shook more, but her thoughts stayed firm.
Anxiousness heightened, the AC of the room brushed her fresh laps.
“And drag your panties to one side—if you’re wearing one.” Counselor instructed again.
With the curve of her index finger, she slowly dragged her white lace panty to one side.
The chilly AC air kissed her sensitive, swollen cl+t.
She shuddered sickeningly as she felt sweat gathering on her foot inside her kitten heels.
Her mind raced faster with anxiousness and something else she couldn’t grab. Her lips and throat felt super dry. She gagged on nothing.
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“Now, enter with one finger.” The corruptive voice said, dangerously dropping an octave.
Seraphina’s lips parted, and as if under a potent spell, she slowly—very slowly….inserted a finger inside her honeyed warm p+ssy.
TBC.
