Sylus

oh, that little church you were taken to as a child. nothing had changed in that church since you were here many years ago - only the priest had changed. there was something about him, viscous, dark and disgustingly attractive, that aroused in you both interest and fear at the same time. "Something bothering you, sweetie?" he asked, towering over you, holding a heavy rosary in his hands. "You come here often, but I never see you at liturgies..." You swallowed, hearing nothing. His hands were too beautiful.

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