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The Missing File
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2026-09-10 17:20:50
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Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me Where Are You
Chapter 10 :Elias POV I left the private quarters with one question burning through everything else.Where are you, Cassian?The corridor felt too narrow. My chest hurt in a tight, useless way, as if breath itself had become work. I had come looking for proof and found only absence and a piece of evidence—stripped rooms, a hurried erasure, a story too clean to be true. He was gone. Not arrested. Not explained. Gone. The knowledge sat in me like a bruise being pressed again and again. Four years of pursuit, one night that had undone us both, and now I could not even place him on a map. Frustration rose hard behind my eyes. I wanted to hit the locked door. I wanted to tear the official story open with my hands. Instead I walked.I was halfway down the lane before I understood what I had done.No bicycle. Only the sound of my own steps and the dull awareness that I had left it behind at the church like a man walking out of his mind. Another bike passed me, tires clicking over stone, and
Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me The Missing File
Chapter 9: Elias POV “Go and rest upstairs,” my mother said. I knew she was done with me that instant.She was already turning toward the kitchen. I nodded and climbed the stairs.I sat on the edge of the bed meaning only to steady myself. At some point the quiet took me. I did not feel sleep arrive.I woke with a jolt from the nightmare—Cassian’s face emptying into decision, the shot, Corbin sliding down the doorframe after the night that had come before it. Sweat cooled on my skin. My heart was still racing, but the sharpest sensation was lower. I was hard, painfully so, the memory of his weight and the rough drive of his body refusing to leave with the dream. Fear should have killed it. It had not.I dragged in a breath, stood, and threw on clean clothes.The aroma met me on the stairs: slow-cooked meat, garlic, roasted peppers, and fresh bread. A proper Sunday meal. My stomach clenched with sudden recognition. I had not eaten since the night of my birthday.In the dining room my
Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me The Sitting Room
Chapter 8 :Elias POV I walked home between my parents like a guest who had been invited by mistake.Saint-Mireille’s Sunday streets were still full of the soft noise of people leaving Mass—greetings, the click of shoes on stone, the low exchange of respectable conversation. My father answered every nod with the same measured warmth he always used. My mother spoke quietly to the women who stopped us. I moved when they moved. When someone called my name, I turned and gave the correct smile, the correct greeting, the correct small reply. The words came out clean and empty. I could feel how wrong it was. This was the first time the performance had failed in front of them. Usually I could wear the deacon’s son without effort. Today the shell sat too loosely on me. I looked past people instead of at them. I answered a second too late. More than once I caught my mother’s glance from the side, brief and assessing.By the time we reached the house, the air inside felt heavier than the street
Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me Gone By Morning
Chapter 7: Elias POV I was already dressed when my mother’s knuckles touched the door.The knock came at the same hour it always did on Mass mornings—firm, precise, not more than three knocks expecting obedience. I stood in front of the mirror with my collar buttoned and my hair still damp from the shower I had taken before dawn. My room smelled of soap and polished wood. Downstairs, my father moved with his usual Sunday rituals. Nobody downstairs knew that I had watched a man die. I looked like the deacon’s son again. The performance was back in place.“Elias,” my mother said through the door. “Time for…”“I’m ready.” I didn't let her finish the sentence.My voice sounded normal. That frightened me more than shaking would have.I had woken from thin, broken sleep with the gunshot still in my ears and the taste of last night still on my skin. The first thing I noticed, standing under the cold water, was not grief for Father Corbin. It was the absence of it. I waited for guilt to arr
Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me Am I a Monster?
Chapter 6: Elias POV I left the east wing with the gunshot still ringing in my ears.My legs felt unsteady both from intense pleasure and fear. My clothes clung to my skin. Every step put more distance between me and the room where Father Corbin lay on the floor without light in his eyes and Cassian stood over him with a calm no priest should have possessed. The corridor seemed longer than it had when he carried me the other way.My birthday night had become something I could not yet name.For a short time I had everything I had wanted since the day he first looked at me too long. The East wing had always been restricted at night, to anyone other than Cassian but Father Corbin had smiled with ugly satisfaction, and the man I loved picked up a gun and ended a life in front of me.Maybe it was because of Father Corbin’s threats to expose us. Maybe Cassian had killed him because he believed there was no other way to protect us.Fear sat cold and sharp under my ribs. I had watched
Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me The Cost
Chapter 5: Cassian's POV The door stood open.Cool air from the corridor spilled into the private quarters, carrying the faint smell of incense and old stone. Father Corbin stood just inside the threshold, one hand still on the latch. His eyes moved slowly from the tangled cassock on the floor to the bed, to Elias half-hidden behind me, to the clear evidence of everything that had happened here. For a moment the only sound was the thin chorus of crickets outside. And his face contouring into different shades of expression.I shifted further in front of Elias, instinct pulling my body between him and the doorway. My hand was already close to the gun still tangled in the black fabric.Corbin’s mouth curved first with surprise, then with something that looked like a smug smile.“Well well,” he said softly. “This is unexpected.”I kept my voice low. “Close the door.”He did not move. His gaze lingered on Elias with open contempt before returning to me. There was something almost bri
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