Page 10 of Daddy's Sinner

The man continues to caress her breast. “Bless me, Dove. Daughter of Lilith, daughter of Adam,” he murmurs as he begins to kiss her. Marisol remains frozen, her body rigid as he slides the dress off her shoulders, leaving her completely naked. My cock instantly hardens at the sight of her exposed skin, her curves laid bare. It’s fucked up, but what can I say? I can’t tear my eyes away, even as a twisted sense of guilt gnaws at me. I should be disgusted, horrified even, but instead, I’m rock hard.It’s wrong.So wrong. But that doesn’t stop the hunger building inside me.

The man kneels in front of her, burying his face between her legs, his tongue desecrating her. Marisol doesn’t flinch; her eyes are fixed on some distant, indifferent point. She’s somewhere else, dissociated from the horror unfolding around her. I don’t blame her—how could I? But it’s okay. I’m here now. I’ll save her, erase their filthy touch, and make them all pay for what they’ve done.

The man reaches out, his hand beckoning the woman standing silently in the corner. He pulls his face away from Marisol’s body, his breath heavy with sick desire. “Bless us, wife,” he moans, his voice dripping with twisted reverence. The woman begins to sing, her voice rising in a haunting, hollow hymn that fills the room with a chilling, malevolent energy:

“O shadows of the night, hear our plea,

From darkness, we seek what shall set us free.

With flesh and sin, we mark the rite,

Invoke the abyss, embrace the night.”

As the woman’s voice echoes through the room, the door creaks open. Six figures in hooded robes step inside, their faces concealed by the darkness. They move with a silent, predatory grace, forming a circle around Marisol. The air grows thick with their oppressive presence. Their voices join in the eerie chant, a grotesque hymn that resonates with a dark and sinister rhythm:

“Through sin and shadow, we claim our right,

Embrace the void, surrender to the night.

In corruption’s name, we find our way,

Purity through desecration, in darkness we stay.”

One by one, the men kneel before Marisol, each taking their turn as if performing some twisted rite. She’s distant, her mind far from the horror unfolding around her.

When they finish, they stand. Their sick anticipation hangs in the air. Their exposed hard cocks are ready for the next act of depravity. Numb and conditioned to this nightmare, Marisol starts to kneel. Her body is on autopilot, preparing to meet their depraved expectations. But before shecan, Victor steps forward, commanding the room into silence. His presence is suffocating, his authority undeniable as he pulls off his hood.

“I am the Prophet. My daughter is the reincarnation of Lilith,” Victor announces. His voice drips with a self-righteous conviction. “In this life, she must atone for the original sin to cleanse us all.”

The men raise their hands in unison, chanting, “Praise be.” Their voices are cold and robotic. They fill the room with an eerie, suffocating weight. Marisol prepares for her grim task. She opens her mouth as the men take turns. Each thrust into her, as if it were a grotesque ritual. No one dares touch her beyond that, as though they've sanctified her suffering. Each man finishes on her skin, anointing her like some corrupted sacrament.

Victor watches with pride. His gaze, fixed on her, is as if overseeing a holy prophecy's fulfillment.

Rage surges through me, hot and relentless, barely contained. I’m going to kill them all—slowly—and I’ll savor every second of it. The ritual drags on, feeling endless. Marisol remains, her body enduring their desecration, her mind lost in the abyss. To them, this is “God's work.” To her, it’s another layer of hell. But I’ll make sure this is the last time they lay their hands on her.

Victor steps forward, placing his hands on her head, praying over her like she’s some sacred offering. “You are the Dove, the pure vessel through which the Lord’s will is done. We honor you, Marisol, chosen by God, cleansed of sin.”

You fucking hypocrite,I think, my teeth grinding together.You’ll pay for this. They all will.

As the men begin to file out of the room, Victor bends down, gently helping Marisol to her feet. She’s still naked, still detached, her eyesvacant as they walk out together. I follow them, my every instinct screaming to act, to end this madness, but I hold back, biding my time.

They head toward the backyard, where a small, stagnant body of water waits like a dark omen. Incense fills the air, thick and pungent, as Marisol walks toward the water, her steps slow and deliberate. The men chant behind her, their voices a low, menacing hum.

“Daughter of Lilith, cleanse yourself in the waters of rebirth. Let the sins of this world be washed away, so you may rise pure in the eyes of the Lord,” they intone, their words a sickening mockery of faith.

Marisol holds her head high, her face a mask of cold resolve as she steps into the water. It’s almost as if she’s walking to her execution, but there’s a strength in her posture that ignites something inside me. She disappears beneath the surface, swallowed by the murky depths, and for a full minute, there’s nothing. Just the silence and the thick, choking smoke of incense.

This isn’t right. None of this is right.My heart pounds in my chest, the urge to dive in after her nearly overwhelming.Come on, Marisol. Fight. Don’t let them break you.

Then, with a gasp, she emerges, her body trembling as she sucks in air. The men raise their hands, praising her like she’s been reborn. “Praise be! The Dove has been cleansed, purified in the holy waters. She is now free of sin, a true servant of the Lord.”

Bastards.The word burns in my mind as I watch them, the desire to rip them apart clawing at me.They don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her.

The woman from before approaches Marisol, wrapping a robe around her, covering her body like she’s something precious. Together, they turn away from the water, the others falling silent as they retreat back into the house.

Soon,I promise myself, the anger coiling tighter within me.Soon, this will all be over. I’ll make sure of it. I will bring hellfire to their very doorstep. They will all die. Slow and painful.

Sinner

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