Page 15 of Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned…7 Times

After three powerful orgasms–not counting the ones Pride had given me earlier–my eyes drifted shut as I came down from the high.

When I opened them next, there were seven pairs of eyes staring back at me.

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MIRIAM

Green, hazel, blue, grey, brown–both light and dark–and black.

Those were the colours of all the eyes staring at me from around the large table.

“We’re glad you’re awake, Miriam,” The man at the head of the table greeted me. “We were starting to get worried.”

I usually would have come up with a witty response, but I hadn’t been myself since the confessional at Church.

The seven men sitting around the table stared at me like I was the most interesting thing in the world which made no sense since all of them looked like they belonged on a fashion runway.

My breath hitched, and I leaned back until my back pressed uncomfortably against the glass chair I was sitting on. Thankfully, I was wearing clothes this time–the same Sunday best I had worn to Church this morning–otherwise, I couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable it would have been to have my bare ass sitting on the cold glass.

I imagined it couldn’t be more uncomfortable than having these seven men staring intently at me.

“What’s wrong, Miriam? You’re very quiet.” Another familiar voice chuckled. “You had a lot of questions earlier. Now would be the time to get them answered.”

My lips parted, but no words came out. I was far too stunned by all these bizarre situations I kept waking up in. When the men–orSins, as they seemed to refer to themselves–began murmuring among themselves, I snapped out of the daze and took the time to look around the room.

The nude carpet under the table appeared soft, but my feet dangled in the air several inches above it. The walls were painted a creamy white, but there were no windows to let in any light. Instead, the entire ceiling was a skylight which lit up the room.

The decoration was minimal with a few photo frames nailed to the wall here and there and a large showcase with knick-knacks and souvenirs I couldn’t make out much from where I was sitting.

And finally, in the centre of the room, there was the grand dining table which we were all sitting at.

I sat at one head of the table, and Pastor James sat at the other head. His deep blue eyes were trained on me, and a knowing, secretive smirk played on his lips. Even though I had suspected him to be a part of my kidnapping from the very beginning, it felt surreal to see him here in person. It was proof that I was right in my theory that he was behind all of this.

I recognised Pride and Greed sat on either side of him. Four other God-like men were sitting around the table, two on each side. The two closest to me looked like they could be twins if their hair colours weren’t on opposite sides of the spectrum. The one on the right had platinum blonde, almost white hair while the one sitting across from him had hair darker than the night sky. Their eyes were both brown, dark for the one with light hair, and light for the one with dark hair. Those two looked so similar yet contrasted greatly at the same time.

The two other men sitting in the middle were just as handsome as the rest.

The man on the right was ginger. His beard was a shade darker, and his eyes the colour of the ocean. His skin was pale and riddled with light freckles, but his hard, stony face structure and what appeared to be a permanent stoic expression as he regarded me added a sort of scary edge to him.

The man on the left came across as a lot more laid back and relaxed, though his appearance was dark but in a completely different way. His hair was a coppery bronze, a sort of shimmer about it under the bright light of the room, and his eyes were darker, nearly black but not quite. His skin was the tannest in the room and made me feel a little subconscious about being so pale.

“Pastor James,” I finally called out and gulped when I was met with yet another smirk. “What’s going on here?”

“It isn’t obvious?” He joked, but I didn’t laugh.

“No.” I gnawed on my bottom lip, my eyes constantly moving around the table. “I don’t know your friends. Care to introduce them to me?”

“With pleasure,” Pastor James grinned and began with himself. “You know me as Pastor James, but everyone else knows me as Lust.”

My eyebrow raised, but I didn’t know why I was surprised. With names like Pride and Greed, Lust as a name fitted right in.

“Pride, Greed, and Lust?”

“Those are our names, baby.” Pride winked at me from across the table. “Of course, you’re already familiar with mine from screaming it in bed earlier.”

My cheeks coloured at his suggestive words, but none of the men at the table seemed all that bothered. If anything, most of them looked excited and a few…jealous? The jaw of the Ginger clenched tightly, and instead of seeing it as a red flag, the mound between my legs tingled again.

“Too bad you’ve already had your fun, Greed.” The man next to him smirked, though there was a green hue to his skin that wasn’t there before. “I’ll be sure to remember you when I’m buried in her tight little pussy later.”

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