can’t watch. “Watch.” he demands like a mind reader.
He carries her back to the stone slab, spreading her legs in a way I can only describe as brutal. He moves between her legs, one hand pressed against her neck as he fucks her with such force I feel my throat constrict. He denies me his body but gives it freely to this sinner. Tears slip from my eyes. He growls a release that shakes me to the core. When he’s done, he wraps his robe around himself, a serene look on his face. I watch Hannah, realizing that her chest is no longer moving. Father Thomas calls the two caretakers who lick their lips when they look at the woman. “Take her away.”
I stand and scurry out of the church into the cool night. I make my way to the garden and fall to my knees, my vision blurry. It is in this very garden that Father Thomas took my soul, warping it into the vile creature I am now. I had lain staring up at the starry sky, much like the one I’m looking at right now, as he took my virtue with as much force and brutality as he did Hannah. I was only a child back then. My sixteen year old self was smitten by the only man I’d ever known. I'd believed him when he told me he would cleanse me of my dark thoughts. That God himself would rip my life from me if I didn’t let him.
The silhouettes of the caretakers have me on my feet. They should be carrying Hannah to the pit where they take everyone else in. They know the rules, add gasoline and let her burn. The old well has served Father Thomas well over the years. I'm confused to see them take her into the shed instead. I know that I should go back inside, but my feet carry themselves over to the shed's window. One of the men stands guard at the door, while the other has his way with Hannah. I should be appalled by this act of depravity, but I’m not. I’ve fallen too far my sense of morality is warped.
Instead of going back to my room, I walk to the cottage on the grounds where there is a candle burning in the window. I turn the doorknob and enter, immediately spotting Priest who lies in bed wearing only a pair of boxers. His gaze as I remove my clothing, dropping it at the door. I walk toward him, standing at the foot of his bed. “Fuck him out of me.” I tell him. He stands and walks behind me. I lean my head against his muscular body, his erection already pressing into my ass. He grabs my breasts, kneading them. I moan at the way his touch ignites something I have never felt before. “I need more.” I say breathlessly.
“Get on all fours.” he commands, and I climb up on the bed to do as I’m told. He slips a finger inside me, and I push myself back, forcing it deeper. He thrusts another finger into me, and I cry out. He pulls his fingers out of me then slams his cock into me. He grabs my hair, pulling my head back, using it as leverage as he fucks me. This isn’t like Father Thomas, this isn’t like the men I fuck so Father Thomas gets paid. This is raw and carnal and right. I come with such force, I’m a quivering mess. He climbs into bed and pulls me on top of him. I lower myself onto his cock, moaning at how completely he fills me. “Oh, Priest, you feel so good.”
“I want you like this, like the first time I saw you.” He pinches both my nipples sending electricity through me. He runs his hands over me, over my scars like they’re beautiful. “You’re perfect.” He tells me, as if he read my mind. I start to move up and down his length, but he grabs my hips, stilling me. Priest starts to lift up his hips thrusting into me so hard I reach an orgasm that has me weeping. He flips us so he’s between my thighs, moving inside me with such gentle precision I feel myself climbing yet again.
“I’m going to take you away from here, you hear me?” I nod, trying to concentrate on his words, but the feel of him inside me makes it difficult. “Tell me you’ll come