Nikolai’s Tainted Nun
They say nuns are off-limits.
I call that a challenge.
They say obsession is a sin.
I stopped counting sins when blood became my business.
She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong.
But when I have her whispering confessions against my skin that would make Lucifer himself blush, what does that make her?
A firecracker wrapped in a habit. All rosaries and rebellion, thinking she can drive me away with Scripture and that ice-cold stare. Amusing. Her holy water won't wash away what I do to those round tits.
She's not a bride of Christ yet. And the harder she prays for salvation, the more determined I am to show her what real worship feels like.
They say God answers all prayers.
But in my city, prayers come to me first.
Her vows or my empire. Heaven or my hell.
The choice was never really hers to make.
God may forgive me, but she won’t.