LOGINI wondered what was going on behind there, yet they seemed unbothered. I immediately regretted my decision of coming to that place, fear crawled through my body, then I heard his familiar voice.“ I am going to ask you again,” Dante muttered behind the room. The same voice I’d found soothing, was now hefty and cold.“Who sent you to shoot my club?” He asked, their muffled sounds traveled through the wooden barricades. Then the victim whimpered, then thunderous blows followed. He screamed painfully for his life.I felt the air leave my body.“If you are lying, you will be next,” the green haired guy said . What if I was lured here to be tortured, I thought.I slowly got up.“ I think I should leave, I can not be seen here.” I muttered as I got to my feet. The green haired guy pushed me back to the floor, causing me to hit my head on the wooden wall.“ You better sit your ass down bitch, or I will fxxking slit your throat this second,” the green haired guy thundered, his eyes gawked
“ Gently rub your sensitivities, slowly, listen to the sound of my voice in your ears,” he says, I rub myself, I feel tension build up inside of me, the kind I’d never felt before, I whimper and bite my lips to keep my muffled moans from anyone that might be passing.“Good girl, I know you like it like that, do not stop, keeping going, tell me you like it,” he ordered.“I like it,” I whisper as my heart rate raises, my feet curl, I do not care anymore, I shiver violently.“ Tell me you like it, louder,” he orders.“ I like it,” I manage to say while shaking, I tilt my head back , my feet curl to the sides as I continuously rub myself , loud moans are escaping my mouth at this point.“ Louder,” he orders, I feel all the ecstasy erupt through me almost causing my heart to stop beating, I shook violently, my thighs trembled frantically. I am out of breath at this moment.“ I like it,” I shout as I climax on the stool, beads of sweat run down from my forehead. My scent filled the confe
That morning, I wore my robes, and waited for his figure to appear in front of his usual seating place, yet he didn’t show up, I waited, anxiously, I’d tried to look good for him, I wanted him to see it.Yet deep down I knew it was a sin, a big sin I was committing, yet I never wanted to stop, then it was noon, yet off all people, no one was him was able to show up, my eyes were glued to the sacristy at the end, I pretended to be praying, yet I was praying that he showed up, lunch did come, I sat at the food area, with my friends talking to me as we ate.Yet I wondered where exactly he was, my eyes darted all over the place, my heart raced, a lump in my stomach formed, I wasn’t hungry for food, I was hungry for him, I tensed up.Everything annoyed me, I felt stupid for waiting for him, for waiting for his touch.“Lucy, are you searching for someone?” A certain friend asked, I shook my head frantically, the lump was on my throat.I filled my mouth with food and munched down loudly, th
I quickly opened the door and stormed out, i couldn’t take how tempting everything was, I shyly walked to the bishop’s office.Without saying a word, I placed the diary on his mahogany table , he looked at me and smiled.“Ohh thank you child,” he said as my gaze lowered while trying to hide my flashed face.“You look disturbed, are you alright?” The bishop asked as he searched my face with his gaze.I shook my head.“I am fine,” I replied and quickly turned, I walked to my room, the tingling sensation never went away, so did his voice, it rang and vibrated through my mind . He taunted me, yet apart of me wanted to listen to his voice even more.I was lost in mind, I couldn’t sleep, because even when I did, he would appear, in my dreams, and touch me, like I yearned to, I woke up breath less.My thighs moist, I burned, my heart raced against my rib cage.I got up and knelt down, I tried to make a prayer, but he’d sown dirty seeds inside of me, they sprouted like a wild fire set abl
In the confessional booth it began. Let me cruise you through.I grew up in the monastery after mother superior picked me from the churches door step where my birth mother had tossed me . Just like that, I was orphaned at two months, no father, no mother, nothing.Mother superior took me in, she raised me , she catered for me, until I was twelve years old, she wanted me to learn the way of the church. I was trained with the rest of the nuns, at sixteen, I was ordained into the church. I grew up playing with either the priests robes or the nun’s.I took on activities like taking care of the bishop and mother superior’s office. But we’d heard rumors, of the evil confessions of Dante Moritto, I used to think they were bluffing, then one day, as I cleaned the bishop’s office, one priest stormed in.“ I am done, I am done with that cruel, perverted wolf in sheep’s clothing,” he yelled as he walked to the bishop’s table, I pretended not to hear their conversation.The bishop’s gaze shifted
I closed my eyes and prayed for a miracle, and the Lord instantly made one. Before the man could rummage through me, I heard a loud clang on his head and then he screamed loudly.“What do you think you are doing?” The familiar lady like voice asked.They all crumbled away in the dark, they ran, though it was quite tough for the one with the unbuckled trousers, he staggered as he ran down the street, his pants got in his way all the time, he fell and he rolled.In another circumstance I would have laughed instead I groaned from pain that I felt on my hands.“ Yes run, you fools, cowards,” Isolde screamed at them.“ Are you okay? I heard the commotion below my window and came out to help ” She asked me, I quickly nodded, then we sat down on the veranda.“ If you are here to laugh at me, please save it for..,”“ Before I came here, I met this young man from an esteemed family, we were in love, until he posted my nudes too, my family disowned me as they were strong Christians, so did







