Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series)
A small click echoed in the silence as he picked up the rosary from the floor.
"You don't need this anymore. This can only be used to fuck you now," he whispered, and my blood ran cold. To my utter horror, he stuffed the rosary into me. My eyes flew open and I gasped, trying to clamp my legs shut, but he held them open, and it was already too late. The rosary was inside me, my walls clenching around the beads as the cross dangled outside, a horrifyingly sacrilegious pendulum. The most terrifying part was the sensation. The rosary beads, a symbol of my faith, felt so good digging into me that it made me question my sanity, my very soul.
Bab Populer