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You will be
She's been a non-practicing Catholic for years now. The last time she went to church was when her mother died. She's declared herself to be an agnostic. How ironic that she finds herself murmuring a prayer.
"Our father, who art in heaven..."
His hands graze her neck, as he brushes away her hair - exposing her nape. His breath, brushes her skin, making her shiver. Lips touch her shoulder and the hand finds some other place in her body that that mouth is neglecting. He says her name - his voice is deep, smokey, clear and urgent.
"Hallowed be thy name..."
She doesn't move. Stilled by emotions she can't control, they're battling with her logical self. She lets out a soft guttural moan. He doesn't miss that sound - the way it echoes hunger, want and need that she's trying to suppress. It spurs him on. He knows she needs to be satiated.
She had good intentions coming here. She wanted to know if he's OK - if he's not destroying himself.
"Why are you here?" he asks, never missing a beat in his current task. "Tell me." his tone more urgent.
"Truthfully?"
"Candor is appreciated."
"I wanted to make sure you were OK."
"You've seen. Why are you still here?"
"I don't know..."
"Hmmm..."
"Thy kingdom come..."
Every movement was deliberate, every touch had a purpose. She was his prey - helpless though unbound. Perhaps the prayers she was whispering was a prayer to the god.saint.saviour that saves woman like her; like her in this situation. Maybe the gods couldn't hear her. Maybe she should pray louder, but she doesn't.
"God can't hear you."
"Thy will be done..."
He continues to ravish her but never where she can see. He attacker her back (if you call this attacking). He takes her cardigan off and she blindly obliges through she feels more vulnerable. He trails hot, wet kisses on her shoulder.
"All my riches for a kiss on your shoulder..."
"They kingdom come..."
"You've got it wrong. It's thy kingdom come and thy will be done."
"You're not Catholic"
"I know the prayer, said it a lot of times"
He pulls her spaghetti strapped blouse down to her waist. He kisses the trail on her back - the trail of her back bone. He flicks the base with his tongue. She lets out a surprised gasp which makes him smile. His hands leave her shoulders and wrap around her waist while he kisses her nape.
"It's never over..."
"On earth as it is in heaven..."
"Tell me the truth..."
"Truth is overrated."
"You don't even know what truth I want from you..."
"Lies are better. They don't hurt."
"The truth shall set you free"
"I like to be caged."
"That you do. And that you are. Tell me."
His fingers grip her shoulders and she knows it's going to bruise.
"Give us this day our daily bread..."
He nips her earlobe and presses a kiss on her ear. He runs his hands through her hair. She closes her eyes tightly and bites the inside of her cheek.
"You shouldn't have come. You should've just left me be..."
"Is that so?"
"It is so."
"Told you lies are better. Liar"
He lets out a half snorted laugh.
"Forgive us our sins..."
"As we forgive those who have sinned against us..."
He stops and turns her around. He now sees her. Her hair disheveled and eyes brimming with held back tears. She sees him. Eyes hollow, and his face gaunt. He cocks his head to the side.
"Is this why you've come? To be forgiven?"
She doesn't answer but lets the tears fall. He wipes away the offending saline and cups her cheek.
"I've forgiven you. Long before you've sinned. I can forgive you anything."
"Even this? Even though I..."
He silences her with a kiss. She feels soft pliant lips on hers.
"Yes. Even this."
It was a while before he broke the kiss. Lips wet with spit and tears.
"I have to bring you in."
"I know." He sighs.
She never moves though. She just looks at him as she pulls out her phone from her back pocket.
"I've got the subject in custody. Request for back-up. Call for a bus, subject is shot."
"I'm not hurt."
"You will be."
She then pulls out a gun from her holster and shoots him.
"Our father, who art in heaven..."
His hands graze her neck, as he brushes away her hair - exposing her nape. His breath, brushes her skin, making her shiver. Lips touch her shoulder and the hand finds some other place in her body that that mouth is neglecting. He says her name - his voice is deep, smokey, clear and urgent.
"Hallowed be thy name..."
She doesn't move. Stilled by emotions she can't control, they're battling with her logical self. She lets out a soft guttural moan. He doesn't miss that sound - the way it echoes hunger, want and need that she's trying to suppress. It spurs him on. He knows she needs to be satiated.
She had good intentions coming here. She wanted to know if he's OK - if he's not destroying himself.
"Why are you here?" he asks, never missing a beat in his current task. "Tell me." his tone more urgent.
"Truthfully?"
"Candor is appreciated."
"I wanted to make sure you were OK."
"You've seen. Why are you still here?"
"I don't know..."
"Hmmm..."
"Thy kingdom come..."
Every movement was deliberate, every touch had a purpose. She was his prey - helpless though unbound. Perhaps the prayers she was whispering was a prayer to the god.saint.saviour that saves woman like her; like her in this situation. Maybe the gods couldn't hear her. Maybe she should pray louder, but she doesn't.
"God can't hear you."
"Thy will be done..."
He continues to ravish her but never where she can see. He attacker her back (if you call this attacking). He takes her cardigan off and she blindly obliges through she feels more vulnerable. He trails hot, wet kisses on her shoulder.
"All my riches for a kiss on your shoulder..."
"They kingdom come..."
"You've got it wrong. It's thy kingdom come and thy will be done."
"You're not Catholic"
"I know the prayer, said it a lot of times"
He pulls her spaghetti strapped blouse down to her waist. He kisses the trail on her back - the trail of her back bone. He flicks the base with his tongue. She lets out a surprised gasp which makes him smile. His hands leave her shoulders and wrap around her waist while he kisses her nape.
"It's never over..."
"On earth as it is in heaven..."
"Tell me the truth..."
"Truth is overrated."
"You don't even know what truth I want from you..."
"Lies are better. They don't hurt."
"The truth shall set you free"
"I like to be caged."
"That you do. And that you are. Tell me."
His fingers grip her shoulders and she knows it's going to bruise.
"Give us this day our daily bread..."
He nips her earlobe and presses a kiss on her ear. He runs his hands through her hair. She closes her eyes tightly and bites the inside of her cheek.
"You shouldn't have come. You should've just left me be..."
"Is that so?"
"It is so."
"Told you lies are better. Liar"
He lets out a half snorted laugh.
"Forgive us our sins..."
"As we forgive those who have sinned against us..."
He stops and turns her around. He now sees her. Her hair disheveled and eyes brimming with held back tears. She sees him. Eyes hollow, and his face gaunt. He cocks his head to the side.
"Is this why you've come? To be forgiven?"
She doesn't answer but lets the tears fall. He wipes away the offending saline and cups her cheek.
"I've forgiven you. Long before you've sinned. I can forgive you anything."
"Even this? Even though I..."
He silences her with a kiss. She feels soft pliant lips on hers.
"Yes. Even this."
It was a while before he broke the kiss. Lips wet with spit and tears.
"I have to bring you in."
"I know." He sighs.
She never moves though. She just looks at him as she pulls out her phone from her back pocket.
"I've got the subject in custody. Request for back-up. Call for a bus, subject is shot."
"I'm not hurt."
"You will be."
She then pulls out a gun from her holster and shoots him.
