I let out my breath in a whoosh as she begins to push the little fist against my asshole. This will be my first, and more than likely last, time getting fucked in the ass, but I know it will further break her already fucked up mind.
And if there is anyone else inhabiting these walls, I want to make sure that any goddamn story she tries to tell about what we did tonight sounds even crazier than she is.
I let out a breath and lean my head back once she’s managed to get the fist in. After I take a moment to compose myself to the feeling of having something in that orifice, I sit up as gently as I can and look her in the eyes.
“Now the other end goes in your hole, little girl,” I instruct evenly.
Another cascade of tears as the light starts to dim in her eyes, however, she shifts her body until the rest of the arm disappears into her bruised, little cunt.
“Start moving,” I snap at her.
It takes a moment for us to find a pace that we can both keep up with without hurting me and that’s when I tell her to lean back. I tell her that I want to watch her pussy moving on the arm, I tell her that I want to watch it disappear and reappear, like a game of peek-a-boo, and that I want to watch her tits bounce as she does.
We fuck each other violently, flesh slapping against flesh, defiling every last bit of her that’s left as the comments on the screen appear faster than ever before.
Paloma may not know who I truly am, but one thing is for sure. She’ll never forget the day she met the devil and worshiped him as her god.
Chapter Fifteen
Reade
Before I take my leave, I’ve decided to denigrate her a little further. I’m leaned over the chair while she uses her tongue to clean my asshole. I told her to make sure there’s nothing left, no trace of her pussy juices dripping from me, and no sign that we used what was left of her child to fuck each other.
I close my eyes as I lazily tug on my cock. She has a hand on either side of my cheeks, my ass spread open, while her tongue flicks against my hole, sinking it in every now and then.
She’ll do a good job for her god because she believes that by doing all of this, she’ll be forgiven.
I moan slightly as she sticks her tongue back into my hole, flicking it to make sure she’s gotten every last trace of our indiscretion before she finally pulls away. I turn to face her as I continue to rub my dick.
“Open your mouth, Pally,” I instruct when my sac begins to constrict. I come hard, and after the warm liquid stream coats her pretty face, I let out a tired chuckle. “Do you feel cleansed?”
It’s a mocking tone I use, but I can’t help it. This little girl is far too easy to control and at this point, she must have figured out part of the ruse.
“No,” she replies after she uses the back of her hand to wipe her face clean. “There wasn’t nearly enough blood.”
“Blood?” I ask as I begin to pull on my boxers. “Wasn’t all that come enough for you?”
“No.”
Her tone is harder than it has been before. I heard the tremor in it, though I know it’s not from fear.
I choose to ignore it as I lean down for my jeans and pull them up, then glance around the floor for my belt. I’m not into the blood thing, so she’ll have to flash her pussy at someone else if that’s her kink.
I’m done with her for the night.
“Reade?”
The way she says my name sounds more like an accusation than an inquiry, but I’m not afraid of crazy little girls, so she’ll have to try a little harder if she wants to unnerve me.
I shrug my shirt over my head before I turn to face her, deciding she can keep the belt as a souvenir, when I realize she’s holding the fucking thing in her hand.
“Give it here, Pally,” I say, holding out my hand.
She takes a step away from me as her brow furrows in confusion, anger, betrayal, and disbelief.
“You’re … you’re not God, are you?” she spits at me, her tone dripping with venomous accusation.
I cross my arms over my chest and smirk as I shake my head at her, “I was whatever you needed me to be to keep that fucking live stream going. I’ll be sending you a bill for seventy-five percent of tonight’s performance by the way. Have a good night, Pally.”
I brush by her on the way toward the door. She’ll either pay me what she owes, or I’ll give the convent address to every sick motherfucker that logs onto her cam shows and they can all take turns using her to their heart’s content too.
When I put my hand on the doorknob and turn it, the fucking thing doesn’t budge. And when I turn to tell Pally to unlock it, she lunges at me in a fury I never knew anyone could be capable of.
Epilogue
The Cleansing
I’ve been praying for Reade as his lifeless body sits in my favorite chair. I used the arm he abused me with to cleanse him. After I whipped him with his belt to the point of tears and … blood, I used every last strength I had to shove it down his throat.
He only choked for a little while.
I showed him mercy by wrapping my hands around his throat and pressing down against the fist with as much force as I could muster.
I pressed and pressed until he stopped gurgling. Until the last gasp of air left him—after the echo of his neck snapping stopped bouncing off the walls.
I blink a few times and push my hair out of my face.
The Bitch Mother will be so angry if she finds out what I’ve done but I don’t know how to hide this from her.
I need advice, I tell myself as I turn the chair around to face the live stream then walk out of the room.
“Hello?” I call out softly in the darkened hallway.
“You killed him, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And do you feel better now? Has the weight on your soul subsided?”
“No.”
“What are you going to do now, Grace?”
“I don’t know. I need your help.”
“You need to look into my eyes first. Cross the hallway and go into the forgotten chapel. It’s where I’ve been praying so diligently for you.”
I begin to wring my hands as I walk into the room across the way. I’ve always known where she was but I’ve been afraid to face her. I’ve done everything I can to chase her away when she tries to help me because she’s always been far too kind to me. She’s wanted to help me ever since I was first caned by the Bitch Mother, but I’ve continued to shun her at every turn.
And still, now when I need her help the most, she’s willing to put all that aside.
My feet shuffle as I enter the forgotten chapel.
“Come into the light, Grace,” she instructs me in her sweet timber. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I take a deep breath as I walk toward the candles. They’ve always been lit; I just choose to block out any light I can see—real or otherwise.
Once I’m standing in front of the old mirror hanging on the wall between the candles, I look into her eyes and she smiles so sadly at me.
"I wish it never went this far.”
“It’s not my fault,” I tell her as my lower lip begins to tremble. “I tried to be good, but it was never enough. No one cared about me under this roof—only the strangers who watch me through a lens. Don’t I deserve to feel wanted to?”