Page 20 of Thots and Prayers

“I’m not changing lives.” I laughed. “I’m saving them. They were lost before we came to town. I’m just showing them a better way to live. Just like I showed you. Or would you rather go back to Shelley Vale?”

I reached up and grasped her neck, squeezing it. She turned her head and snatched the knife I’d dropped onto the bed. She put it to my neck, and I smiled.

“I fucking dare you.” I squeezed her windpipe and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body grew limp and I let go, my hand moving to help steady her. Her grip on the knife loosened and I pushed it off the bed to finish what we’d started. She came back to me, and I began to thrust, needing to find my climax. She had the same thought in mind and met me back with each thrust until she screamed out and her pussy tightened around my cock, squeezing and pulsing as she came, drenching me.

Seeing her unravel so completely caused my balls to tighten and my cock to erupt. I spilled into her as my body filled with endorphins. Hate sex was fucking good. If she was pissed off now, she was going to be raging mad when she found out that the car was fixed two days ago.

RULE 12 - KANSAS

DON’T GET CRUCIFIED.

“This is a fucking joke, right?” I stood outside the door of my room, smoking and enjoying the cold, morning air. Eisley had stayed in Constantine’s room last night, so I’d had the bed to myself. She’d wanted to talk him into leaving, but now, as I spoke to him, I wasn’t sure she’d succeeded.

“Oh, come on, it’ll be funny.” Constantine took a drag of his cigarette and flicked it to the ground. “I came up with it last night. It’s perfect.”

“Perfect? It’s painful.” He’d woken me up early to tell me about the dream he’d had and how he planned to ‘punish’ Eisley and me in front of the congregation tonight.

“Perfect, painful, pleasurable...” He raised his eyebrows, still trying to sell me on this.

“You’re a fucking psycho,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Fine. But you better make it worth my while.”

“Oh, it’ll be worth it. I promise you that. All right, Mitch will come get you when it’s time.”

He stalked off, heading toward the church.

I fell back against the motel, unsure of what I’d just agreed to. And now, I had to go back inside and explain to Eisley what was going on. I wasn’t sure if I could. I went back in and found myself in a slight panic when I found that she was gone from both rooms. I was just about to start calling when I found a note written in Constantine’s scribble.

I’m starting her punishment early. See you soon.

I threw the paper away and began to pack up our stuff. I was right with Eisley in that I was getting the fuck out of Ricefield tonight. Whether Constantine came with us or not. It would be his choice, and he better choose right.

Once packed, I paced. I drank, I smoked, I stressed. I couldn’t believe I’d agreed to this. I couldn’t do it. Fuck it. I stood, prepared to walk over to the mechanic shop and threaten the guy until he fixed the fucking car when the door burst open and Mitch rushed in like a linebacker.

“Sinner!” he hissed. “You will finally be washed of your crimes of the heart and be changed.”

“Jesus fuck—” I rolled my eyes but was cut off as he tackled me to the floor. I fought him off but he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder like I was nothing. I almost lost my glasses. A burlap bag was shoved onto my head by someone else and I was tossed into a car. Someone sat in the back and tied my hands and feet together.

“Father Duvall has been preparing for your ultimate redemption. Your acceptance of our lord and savior will be viewed in front of the entire town.”

“I imagine it will,” I replied under the sack. There was no fucking way this town was this controlled so fast. He had to be giving them something. Had he gotten into the water?

The wine.

Holy fuck.

He was a diabolical genius.

I was pulled from the car once it stopped and two men carried me into the church, where the organ was blaring and people were shouting their hymns.

“Our guest of honor has arrived! Sodom himself, will not be fed to the fires, but instead, he will be molded into God’s likeness.” Constantine blabbered. The bag was pulled from me and people screamed, as if I were horribly ugly.

They took me up the stairs to the podium and put me down. Constantine came forward, holding the large chalice.

I fucking knew it. I knew he was putting something in that drink to make them more persuasive. He offered the drink to Mitch and the other man who’d taken me and then me. I didn’t want to drink, but Constantine glared at me until I sipped it quickly.

“Good. Now, undress our Sodomite.”

I was untied and my clothes, socks, shoes, boxers, and all were removed. I stood covering my dick and balls and staring out into the crowd. They booed and screamed at me, calling me names.

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