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When she was on the verge of death, I stood up smiled down at her as her blood dripping off my chin. Then I pulled out my cock out and jerked off to the various emotions flashing across her face. First it was shock, desperation, then dread, and finally acceptance as I slammed into her cunt and blew my load, while the life slipped out of her body.

This right here, the feel of her walls squeezing around my shaft in death throes while her body jerked and blood spilled on the floor. This final moment was the only time I felt something. It was the only time I felt alive.

Janice was like an appetizer infighting me need to feed. When I was done here, I would leave and find another. Because despite what the world thought, monsters did exist. And we were all ravenous.

CHAPTER TWO

Dawn

“There’s more to the world than this shit hole.” Liz popped her hip and dropped her tray on the bar. “You need to get out more. Have some fun.”

Her idea of fun and mine were very different. When I left Saint Mary’s Parish, the sisters tried to convince me to take the vows. My parents, whoever they were, dropped me off on the doorsteps when I was a baby, so I was raised in the comforting arms of the church. The sisters were my mothers. They didn’t want to see me go. But I could do more good out in the world. Sinners were out here.

I scanned Liz’s meager outfit. Her breasts were spilling out of her red shirt and her black jeans may as well have been painted on. “I play bridge on Saturdays.”

Honestly, I didn’t think Chicago would be so overwhelming. There were so many people and none of them took time for one another. In the first two hours, I saw beggars on the street being ignored, hungry children, and so many acts of violence that my heart ached. That’s when I met Liz.

“Bridge with Mrs. J and the other old bitties is not fun.”

Even though Liz didn’t know me, she took me under her wing. Moved me into her apartment and got me a job bartending. She said she only did it because someone as innocent as me would get eaten alive on the streets, but I knew it was because she had a good heart. God knew it too.

“I have all the fun I need here,” I said, looking around the dingy bar.

Luke’s pub and eatery had plenty of sinners in need of guidance. Like Charlie, one of our regulars. He had a wife and two children, yet he spent every night drinking away his family's money while hitting on me. Lust and greed were two of the deadliest sins.

“Look at you, Dawn,” Liz pulled on my shoulders, steering me to stare in the mirror behind the bar, “You’ve got this whole innocent thing going on with a sweet little ass, that half the guys in this dive spend all night drooling over.” She gave my butt a quick smack, then added, “Use that shit.”

“You shouldn’t cuss.”

I didn’t spend the time Liz did getting ready in the morning. Pride was also a sin.

“Whatever.” She rolled her dark eyes and waved me off as she waltzed away to deliver more drinks, “I’d kill for your hair, just saying.”

Envy was another sin.

My hair was the reason I got the name Dawn. Sister Mary Agatha said the rose highlights in my blonde hair reminded her of the amber glow cast in the sky at sunrise. Liz should be happy with her dark chocolate locks. She was perfect the way God made her, yet she insisted on marking her body with tattoos and putting holes in her ears and nose. Accessories she called them. I called them mutilations.

“Hey sweet tits, fill me up.” Charlie bellowed from the end of the bar.

Sighing, I grabbed the whiskey off the back shelf and headed over.

“You shouldn’t speak to women like that, Charlie.” I tipped the bottle to refill his glass. “Women are the bearers of life. They should be respected.”

Perhaps that was why he had trouble at home? I’d only been working at Luke’s for a little over a week, and if this was how he talked to me, I couldn’t imagine how he spoke to his wife.

“Tell you what sweet tits,” Charlie lifted his scruffy chin. “I’ll respect you as soon as you get on your knees.”

“I get on my knees every night.” One shouldn’t go to sleep before thanking the lord for their blessings.

Charlie seemed to brighten up at my comment. He even smiled a little. “Well, shit baby, how much does that service cost?”

“Why would it cost anything?” My brows furrowed. Didn’t he know prayer was free?

“Really?” His light eyes brightened up with a spark of hope. “You want to meet me out back?”

Maybe Charlie coming around? Had God finally spoken to him? I’d almost given up working with him, but Father John said that sometimes the lord required sacrifice. In order to reach the people turned astray, I had to go into their world. Maybe that meant praying in a dark, dirty alley? God wasn’t just in palaces of gold after all.

“My break is in ten minutes.” I looked down at my watch. “I can meet you then.”

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