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âDo you remember these? âCause Iâll never forget! Lashes for not doinâ what you wanted me to do when you came in the night. Pain when you got my teenage dick hard as a rock . . . you said I was disgusting and a motherless sinner! I was fucked no matter which way I turned!â
Wake up, Giovanni. Itâs time to get rid of all that sin.
You know what you have to do.
Youâre a bad boy. Iâm the only one who can make you clean and take away all those sins.
Give Sister Antoinette that big load of sin.
âYou fuckinâ bitch! Youâre not God!â I jumped up and grabbed the skirt of her habit. âYou didnât cleanse me. You fucked me up! Is it right? Is it wrong? Am I filthy? Man, I donât know who fucked you up, sister, but they sure did a bang-up job! You think you can hide behind this stupid uniform? Iâve seen your evil up close and personal.â
I started to shred the habit, and with every slice, my anger intensified into a frenzy of black material and rage. I didnât stop until she was stripped bare on the floor by my feet.
âKneel, you dumb cunt, and you better pray like youâve never prayed!â I yanked the veil off her head and flung it across the room. âDonât even think about askinâ for mercy âcause you never gave me an ounce of the shit. Your sins are unforgivable . . . what you did to Fi by breakinâ me canât be washed away and we both carry that. Every. Fuckinâ. Day of our lives!â
Her sobbing was gettinâ louder and she wailed as she tried to get out prayers that would never be heard.
âHow much of my . . . sin . . . did you swallow, sister? You couldnât get enough, Iâll tell ya that!â I walked over to the tomb, grabbed my flask, and went back to the bitch prayinâ. âI think you need to make all that sin nice and holy, donât you? Clean you from the inside out.â
I squeezed her cheeks as hard as I could and pried her mouth open. Then I started to pour all of my unholy water down her throat.
âFunny, you never gagged like that when you sucked my cock and swallowed every drop of my sin! Maybe the demon inside you is beinâ burned alive.â She choked and heaved. I didnât want her to die on her own puke so I jerked her head forward, pressed down, and roared like an animal. âPray!â
Itâs never gonna make Fi and me right.
Weâre fucked for life!
Weâll finally be able to be fucked up together.
The smallest sounds were cominâ outta Sister Antoinette. âOur Father . . . deliver me from evil. Please, Giovanni . . . forgive me.â
I grabbed the strips of the habit and started shoving them into her mouth while I yelled in a near black rage.
âForgive you? There is no forgiveness! After what you were gonna do to Fi today . . . you are gonna rot in fuckinâ Hell where you belong!â I used the butt of my knife to push the pieces of material deep into her mouth. Then I untied her and spun her around to face the cross. âYou donât deserve redemption. There arenât enough prayers that can be said to save your soul!â
I used pieces of the habit to retie her and it almost made my dick hard seeinâ her like that. Savor it. I reached into my pocket, got out my kit, and stalked around her. She deserves this and more. I took out the retractable antennae and pulled it straight. Then I unrolled the bunch of barbed wire and started to twist it around the length. This is gonna hurt! I wrapped the other piece around her head and yanked it tight. FOCUS broke into my thoughts.
âMan, that looks like some kinda crown of thorns. You really do love that nun! I mean Fiona. I heard ya sayinâ it all these years, but this . . .â He was still sittinâ on the tomb, watchinâ me. âI ainât never seen no fire and brimstone shit like this.â
âYa think weâd be here doinâ this if I didnât love her? I sold my soul for that girl!â
I pulled the weapon back and it hissed through the air before contactinâ with Sister Antoinetteâs flesh. âThis cunt is gonna lose her life for that love. So, yeah, you could say I kinda got a thing for her.â
I let loose and watched every wound appear and fill with blood. I stayed right in it every secondâtotally in control. She didnât deserve mercy, or penance; she couldnât undo all the shit sheâd done or what woulda happened if Bish hadnât helped.
âI thought about rapinâ you . . . but I wouldnât give you the pleasure or dirty my cock with that putrid hole between your legs! Iâd rather fuck a whore in Times Square than sink into that cunt even if it would be eye for an eye.â The barbed wire sliced her skin over and over and she screamed so loud behind the pieces of the habit Iâd shoved in her mouth. I felt those screams deep in my heart and knew Iâd keep them forever. I thought about what sheâd done to me every time she put my dick inside her or if I said no. What sheâd done to Fi and was gonna do to her. I felt 100% justified.
âYou donât deserve last rites and you definitely donât deserve
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