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“You are Satan’s child”
She actually smiled “So I’ve been told”
Fury scraped at his nerves He crossed the roorabbed a fistful of her hair He pulled a knife from his back pocket and pressed it to her neck so she could feel the sharp tip Her jugular pulsed under the blade
He was a half-second fro her throat when reason shoved its way to the front of his mind “I need you to confess your sins to God so you can be released from this earth clean and pure”
A defiant set to her jaw said as one for irl’s tone resonated a lifetime of experience
“I need your confession I need to send you to God pure”
“Then I guess it’s your bad day” She cocked her head
This close, he could s with the stale scent of the threadbare gypsy costuht caught the high slash of cheekbones She was pretty, but she possessed a callous aura that would grow more insensitive with time By thirty, she’d be washed up and spent
Why had she seeo?
“It’s just you and ht? Soentle is better”
The grip in her hair tightened “Don’t call me baby”
She re with a mouse
“Why not? I’ood and you’ll like what I can do for you”
Teaze to her breasts, so round and full He ached to touch and suckle the “Shut up”
“Be et all about the whip and this cabin”
He pulled her hair until she cried out “Whore Harlot”
Tears of pain, not fear, ran down under the blindfold’s creases over her cheeks “Baby, just take h range of h with her fingertips
The faint touch sent an explosion of sensation through hirew hard Honeyed words, as sweet as a siren’s call, tested his resolve and suh he was the one with power over life and death, she’d so eyes and a simple touch
“You don’t have to hurt ether Untie me and you’ll see”
“Do you think I’m stupid?”
“No” Her supple lips belied the word “But we better get busy before someone catches us”
It was his turn to s to bust in on us Only a handful know about this cabin, and those that do wouldn’t bother with a visit until deer season” He stroked her hair “And that is still weeks away”
She moistened cracked, dried lips and this time a faint tremor rippled under her words “Kiss me I know you want to kiss me”
And God help hi her since he’d first seen her seven nights ago It had taken repeated razor cuts to his thighs and belly to keep hiht moment
He leaned forward and tasted her rosy lips They were soft, salty, and before he thought, he greedily cupped her full breast in his srew harder and fantasized about releasing her bindings and taking her Perhaps he could keep her a feeeks in the special box under the floorboards where he hid his toys There she’d be safe, secured, and always at the ready to play Maybe given more time, this Delilah could be cleansed and sent to God pure and clean
And then in the distance he heard the Voice, su him back to his path
“She is a witch She will steal your soul if you give yourself to the temptations of the flesh”
He jerked back and stepped away from her He swiped his mouth with the back of his hand
She ance “It’s okay, baby You can love me Let me free, and I’ll show you what real fun can be”
He’d drea He’d chosen his victih, he was faltering What rong with him? He backed away from her, snatched up his Bible, muttered random prayers, and reminded himself that he was a soldier of God “I aer than your temptations”
She moistened cracked dried lips “Let me love you, baby Let me love you You don’t even have to take the blindfold off”
He set down the Bible “‘Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live’”
Scorn pulsed from her “I love you, baby I just need you to unchain me so I can show you”
“You are a sinner You need to confess” His voice, roughened by desire, was unrecognizable
“I have nothing to confess”
“We are all sinners, baby”
She moistened her lips
and shifted her body so her breasts gently bounced
His erection throbbed
He pressed his hands to the fresh cuts he’dPain seared his senses, and for a led with his breath as the desire leaked from his body “‘Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live’”
The words froain, half statement and half prayer He’d been born to destroy the wicked, not be drawn in by their earthly temptations
His own blood dampened the front of his white shirt and his hands now In the ht, the blood had darkened froling his blood with her own The scent and smell of their blood eet, indeed
He turned and moved to the pump and bucket in the corner He cranked the pump’s lever until the water spat and then flowed free
She turned her head toward the water “What are you doing, baby?”
He filled the bucket and transported it to a long metal tub near the woman He repeated this process until the tub was full and bri ater
With fuers, he untied her wrists “It’s time to play”