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“You said you’d do anything I wanted if I didn’t fuck you.”

“But—”

I clamp a hand over her mouth. “Stop trying to get out of your promises. You didn’t add exceptions. Now shut up and obey like a good little lamb.”

I carry her to the church, finding the sanctuary unlocked and quiet, ready for the midnight service.

“No,” she says, starting to struggle. I stride up the center aisle toward the apse, past the holy water, up the steps, and finally deposit her against the railing where we kneel for communion. She pushes off it, but I clamp a hand on the back of her neck, forcing her forward over it.

“Either you hold up your end of the deal, or I fuck you right here and now,” I growl.

When she doesn’t answer, I reach for my belt, and she starts panting out little sobs of terror again. “Okay,” she says. “Please!”

“Good,” I say. “Now stop being such a fucking cock tease. Tonight, the whole church will walk in for midnight mass and find you ass up for all to see, pussy dripping cum and blood, and they’ll know what you are.”

She starts to protest, but I’ve heard enough.

“We had an agreement,” I snap, yanking off my tie and shoving it into her mouth. “You don’t get to back out now. Believe it or not, I’m an honorable man. I held up my end of the deal. Now you can show me you’re not a fucking liar who makes promises you never intend to keep just to get what you want,and you uphold yours. You said you’d do anything if I didn’t fuck you. You’re about to learn what a mistake that was.”

“Mmhn” she yells behind the gag, thrashing to free herself. I loop her necklace over her head to hold the gag in place.

“You didn’t choose me, so I didn’t fuck you,” I say, twisting the chain so it won’t come loose. “You should’ve let me. If you knew the kinds of monsters that are out there, the ones I’ve come face to face with, you’d be begging for a heathen like me to take your virginity. I’d be gentle compared to them. But don’t worry,lamb.If the big bad wolfie Saint wants you, he can eat you all up.”

She goes limp over the railing, her body shaking with sobs.

“I think you’ll find out soon enough that you saved your precious pussy for nothing,” I say as I slide my belt off and wrap it around her and the railing, buckling it around both. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. Your brother doesn’t want you, Mercy. He thinks you’re a pathetic little girl. You disgust him.”

She whimpers softly but doesn’t move.

“It’s far past time you learned a lesson about running your mouth,” I say, yanking her knees wide. “Words have consequences. Now you face the consequences of yours.”

As I speak, I use my knife to cut the nightgown from her body. She revives then, but I hold the knife to her throat to gain her obedience. I tear the ruined garment into strips with my teeth and quickly bind her hands to her knees, spreading them to the furthest rung they’ll reach in the railing. All the while, she makes mewling cries and more angry shouts of protest behind her gag. Even muffled, it’s the sweetest sound. I’m finally getting what I’ve wanted for four fucking years.

Revenge.

Her begging makes me hard all over again, especially knowing it’s fruitless, that she has given away her autonomy, and all her cries in the world will fall on deaf ears. She doesn’t seem to understand that the harder she fights, the sweeter my victory.

I find a sash to cover her eyes, and at last, I step back and survey my handiwork. It’s… A masterpiece. Her glistening cunt is clearly used, dripping with her arousal as well as my release, the skin rippled and stretched, bloody and beautiful. It’s ready to be used again and again, by every man in the congregation if he wants it. Still, it’s missing something.

I look down at the blood dripping off my hand onto the floor, and I have an idea. Stepping forward, I write two words in blood in big letters, one on each thigh.

“FREE”on one.

“USE”on the other.

Then I turn and walk out, leaving her blindfolded and gagged, bent over the railing with her wrecked pussy and bare ass exposed, naked and open, ready to be fucked raw by anyone who wants her. My revenge is complete. She won’t show her face again on campus after this. She’ll have to leave, and I’ll never have to see her again.

Once, she put me in a situation where I didn’t have a choice in what happened to me. Now she knows what it feels like. This time, she doesn’t get to choose.

nineteen

The Merciful

I’m alone. The church is quiet, so quiet that my every breath echoes in the cavernous silence. Heath left me. He hurt me, violated me, and yet, he didn’t go further than I allowed. He stopped when I told him to stop, didn’t take what I asked him to save. But then he left me here, like this. The chapel won’t be empty for long. Midnight mass is tonight, the Christmas service. Families will be coming in to singThese Three KingsandSilent Night, to hear the story of Jesus’s birth.

My friends will be coming. Aunt Lucy. My parents.

I can’t do this.

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