Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
The radio plays “Anywhere But Here” by Five Finger Death Punch and Maria Brink. I close my eyes and lean my head against the headrest. I’m tired. My body has gotten accustomed to lying next to Charlotte every night with my cock inside her. She helps me sleep, and I hate how dependent I’ve become on her. I never knew my body could get that much rest.
The car coming to a stop has my eyes opening, and I sit up to see we’re at the cathedral. Getting out, we make our way into the double doors and walk down the long aisle, passing rows and rows of pews toward the Lords altar.
A man lies on his back, arms and legs tied to each corner—spread eagle. He’s naked and bleeding from cuts and gashes all over his body. Confessionals are always getting dirty.
They secure the Lord to the altar, and then one Lord gets to do whatever he wants to get the Lord to expose all his secrets. It’s up to the higher-ups if he is to be left dead or alive. We’ve been summoned to take him back to Carnage. Poor bastard would be better off dead.
A woman stands in front of the altar with her back to us. She’s dressed in fishnet tights, a pleated black miniskirt that sits high on her slim waist and a white crop top with black chunky boots that lace up the front. Her bleach-blond hair is up in a messy bun, and she hums a lullaby as she dunks a sponge into the bucket beside the altar next to her feet. Soaking the sponge, she lets the water drip from it before she washes the man off.
He screams into the gag secured in his mouth by the leather harness wrapped around his head. Kashton and I make our way to the front of the aisle and sit down in the front of each pew.
Her humming echoes throughout the open space, and I look at Kash to see him leaning forward in the pew, his elbows on his knees and chin in his hands. His eyes are zeroed in on her ass while she leans over, washing the Lord.
She knows someone was called to collect him and we’re here. She just doesn’t care. When she’s finished, she’ll let us know.
The woman’s voice grows louder, and instead of humming, she sings the words to “Hush, Little Baby.” I have to admit she has a pretty voice. The hauntingly beautiful sound fills the cathedral.
She takes her time, carefully cleaning him as if he’s made of glass and requires tenderness. When she drops the sponge into the bucket, water splashes over the edge, and she turns to look at Kash. “A little help, please?” She holds out her left hand.
He gets up and walks over to her. Taking her hand, he helps her get up onto the altar where she straddles the guys waist. “Hand me that basket.” She points at a wicker basket on the floor next to the stairs.
Kashton picks it up for her and places it next to the man’s head. He steps back, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie and watches to see what she’s going to do.
The woman lifts the guy’s head and undoes the buckle on the gag. Ripping it from his mouth, she tosses it to the floor, and he begins to scream.
“You fucking crazy bitch!” He yanks on the ropes and tries to buck her off, but she holds steady, digging into the basket.
Pulling a roll of duct tape out, she rips the corner piece free and places it over his lips. Then she grips his hair and lifts his head off the altar as she wraps the duct tape around his head several times before leaning over and ripping it off with her teeth.
She pulls out a small blowtorch from the basket and turns it on. She places the flame against the tape while his muffled screams fill the room. “That should keep it in place.” She smiles and taps the side of his face as she speaks to him. “Those who spill secrets will be silenced.”
She goes to get up, and Kashton rushes over. Grabbing her waist, he helps her down off the altar. She thanks him before walking around to the opposite side of the altar. Her green eyes meet mine before she looks over at Kash. “He’s ready for you.” She gives us a chilling smile. Her bright white teeth are a noticeable contrast to her black eye shadow and red lips.
The man’s screams grow louder, and he fights the rope harder. She looks down at him with that smile still on her face. She touches his cheek, and he arches his back, trying to pull away.
I stand and walk over to the altar, and as I get closer, I notice she had sewn him up prior to cleaning him. It’s nothing professional. Just a needle and black thread. Scanning his body quickly, I count at least fifteen different places from head to toe. Some around five inches long, others shorter.