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And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

Dire-diretsong sabi ni Finn na mabilis ko namang tinanguan. Maling-mali talaga iyon. Can it be considered a sin? Probably. Kung ano ang gusto mo, dapat sundin mo iyon. Lalong lalo na rito sa pagpapari. Kung hindi mo naman talaga gusto, hindi will ng Panginoon at sadyang napipilitan ka lang dahil iyon ang gusto ng kung sino man, dapat itigil mo na. Dapat lumabas ka na. Bago pa tuluyang mahuli ang lahat.

They said he brought women here when he was bored, that he did not like to be watched, and that none of those women walked out the front door afterward. Some claimed they were sent away before dawn. Others swore they were never seen again. The kinder version called him a thrill-seeker. The worse one called him something else entirely, a bloodthirsty maniac who treated people the same way he treated prey. Outside, Simon hesitated. I could not see his expression, but I could imagine it. Ethan had always been suspiscious and calculating. The idea of playing second to Ethan’s “fun”, must have bruised his pride.

The commissioner’s expression darkened further. Adrian looked at the screen. Then at me. Something almost like admiration flickered in his eyes. I hated that. Hated how calm he still was. Then Theodore smiled. A terrible thing. “You think papers prove murder?” His voice lowered. “They prove access. Nothing more.” I stared at him. He was right. Documents alone were not enough. The room felt the shift. Doubt beginning. Theodore turned to the guests. “My niece is grieving.” There it was. The narrative. The lie they had built around me from the beginning.

“That’s… not appropriate.” “Is it a sin to notice beauty, Sister? God made you beautiful. Seems wasteful to hide it under all that black cloth.” Each session chipped away at her armor. Marcus was clever, articulate, and disarmingly honest about his past—violence born from a brutal childhood, choices that spiraled out of control. He didn’t ask for pity. He asked for understanding. And in return, he offered her something dangerous: undivided attention, raw masculinity, and words that lingered in her mind long after she returned to the quiet safety of the convent.

I pressed it against my palm again, reopening the cut, letting the blood well up and drip onto the cream stationery, three drops, like an ellipsis. Day One of Serena Cole, I wrote beneath the blood, the ink black and arterial. The king has found his throne empty. The kingdom has been bequeathed to a ghost. And I am free, even as he scrubs his skin to bone, trying to wash away the sin of my departure. I folded the paper. I did not seal it. I placed it in the drawer, a message in a bottle for no one. Outside, the waves broke against the hull, relentless, carrying me toward a shore where the sun would rise without his shadow.

“You want me to behave, little nun?” He rested his arms on the table like he had nowhere else to be. Cigarette was behind his ear, and his eyes were locked on me. “You’re too pretty for this place,” he said. “Bet you don’t even know it.” I tried to focus on sorting cans. But he didn’t let up. “You’ve got fire in you,” he whispered. “Wasting it here? That’s the real sin.” I glared at him. “That’s blasphemy.”

My thoughts kept drifting, pulling me away from the plot and back to the darker corners of my mind. The book was one of those suspenseful thrillers, full of secrets and betrayals, the kind of story that would normally have me hooked. But every twist on the page only reminded me of the real-life twists that had unfolded recently. Every deceit, every bit of violence written so neatly in these chapters felt uncomfortably close to home.

I couldn't maintain eye contact with him, his presence alone was heavy on me, and I couldn't hide the odor that reeked out of his body. Sinner smells really bad, like rotten food, or spoiled milk mixed with acid. He reeked of foul odor and if care is not taken, I could throw up. I've always heard the performers gossip about Sinner, they whispered him being a predator, and how cruelly he treats everyone. They claim the only person he fears was Bishop, and as long as Bishop has no idea what's happening inside this penthouse, then Sinner feels he is in charge, and owns the world.

Hell, I sinned against my husband! I sinned against the man who put me on a pedestal. The man who did nothing but loved and took care of me like I was the most fragile thing on earth. I could never believe that there would come a day that I would destroy our sacred bond. We were still in our early months of marriage. Yet there I was, hooking up with a married person. The very thought of this made me feel I was swimming in a pool of dark and slick filth. And I couldn’t dare to look at myself in the mirror. I quickened my pace until I was already running. My light footsteps echoed against the eerie silence of the hall. But before I could open the door that separated Door 13 from the rest of t