Page 52 of Remorseless Sinner

But once they did her wrong? Once they dared to touch her?

Well, that’s what she had a cold, remorseless husband for.

The Elders in this congregation had disrespected my wife and that was not going to go unpunished.

“You have been weighed and found wanting,” I thundered, my hand sliding by Gracie’s waist, flooding my system with pleasure.

Then I pulled a lever I had installed weeks ago.

I had been planning this for years. Ever since the moment I got arrested.

The Congregation must fall and Gracie the only one to survive.

Water began to drip from the ceiling in long, languid rolls.

“There is going to be a Flood,” I said.

“You’re a fake! A fraud!” Dr. Meier squealed.

The other Elders began to pound on the locked doors, yank on the handles.

But there was no escape.

I turned to Gracie as the water began to pour. She was framed so beautifully by the sun, the golden light pouring all around her and highlighting the lovely round baby bump cradled in her arms.

My cock twitched as the Flood waters began to rise.

The Elders began to realize I was in deadly earnest now, running from exit to exit as water sloshed around their feet.

Flood waters would fill up this space quickly.

They began to panic, to crow out in pain, but they would all have to be punished. Every one of them had hurt Gracie. Every one of them had run the probes on her.

The Pastor was getting eaten alive by his own god, the heated metal disintegrating him.

And then I hunted Dr. Meier, stalked him in a circle, feeling every muscle in my body tensed to spring, and even still I could not shake the desire to look back at my wife.

What would her face show me?

What would her eyes say?

And with a sudden throb of joy, as I met her beautiful eyes, dark gray with emotion, I realized I saw the very same approval as I’d seen seven years ago.

That I was a bad man and yet she still loved me.

With a crow of triumph, I flicked out my knife and gutted Dr. Meier apart as the flood waters rose up to my knees.

My surveillance showed he had been the worst offender, the one most often behind the inspections, the one sitting behind the scenes and jerking that wormlike cock to my wife. The one daring to propose being his mistress.

Never again.

I was the luckiest man in the world, with the most beautiful wife in the world, equal parts angel and devil and all loved, and I opened a window and set my wife free, pulling myself out after her.

Then I grinned in triumph as I reached for one of the metallic outside arms that was flailing around uselessly, twisting it as the paneling made a vicious screech. Then I wrenched at the gear works, my fingers moving nimbly, jamming the eye shut until smoke began to pour out of the slits in the metal.

As we watched, the smoking Eye began to attack the others, flames beginning to lick down the sides, hit the roof.

And then we left as the Elders perished in fire and flood, and we didn’t look back until we were home.

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