Sweet Sin - S01 E06

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Sweet Sin - S01 E06

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[Caravan Road]

Street lamps. Bike headlights. Chants. Screams. Girls. Boys. Fun.

That’s the order of every fuckin night in this place. This is a government road, but Asphalt Kings seized it anyways, so at nights like this, the road gets blocked, and they race however they like around the city.

Asphalt Kings is the most popular bikers society in this city.

The bikers aren’t only madly good, but also madly handsome.

Rumours say it’s run by a powerful secret organization to launder money, and that’s why they could snatch the road from government.

But who cares?

The boys just want to race.

Here, Saint St. Graves is the top racer. Most girls come here only for him.

In bed, he’s A+, and on top of the bike, he’s A++

Saint rules the road here.

Like right now, everyone on the road is screaming his name except the jealous boys in the society.

Girls are topless—br+asts out. They only covered their n+pples with a star-shaped nipple cover.

They jumped, cheered.

“Saint St. Graves!”

“S.S Graves!”

“S.S Graves!!!!!”

Among the five bikes on the asphalt, he’s the first to arrive at the finishing spot, screeching hard.

He swung his leg over the bike, getting down energetically.

He took off his singlet soaked with sweat, and the girls snatched it from him, inhaling the scent of his sweat.

The rival societies nearly went feral with anger as they watched him.

Him again?

The second person to arrive on the asphalt was Tino.

Tino is the second best racer here, also Saint’s best friend.

He joined Saint, but the girls won’t let them pass through.

“S.S, heard you have a new Priest brother. Where’s the Church? I’d love to go worship there!”

“He’s really got blue eyes like they say? Gawd, Dean is hot, you’re sexy, I can imagine how hotter the Priest would be!”

“Drop the motherfuckin’ bombshell Saint! The Church name!”

Saint slanted his head, giving Tino a look which made Tino grin.

“Calm down, bi+çhes,” Saint faced the girls again. “It’s Savior’s Alive Church.” He dropped the bomb.

“Yes!”

“I’d suck your c+vk to compensate for this info!”

“Let’s go worship on Sunday!”

Saint was finally able to move to the side of the road with Tino.

Though, girls still followed them, but they’re lesser now.

They got themselves beers from the roadside bar, then they leaned on their bikes to drink.

“You just sold your brother out, bastard.” Tino laughed.

“I can’t call it selling him out. It’s more like supporting his ministry,” Saint grinned. “I don’t believe he changed. I don’t believe shit. He’ll wolf out soon, I can feel it.”

Tino frowned.

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[Daybreak, Dean’s Estate – Seraphina’s Room]

The room felt less suffocating when Seraphina stirred awake. The duct tapes on her are all gone.

She’s free, but the spots where the tapes were wrapped are all red and brown. Results of overtime.

She stood from the floor, and she nearly staggered back cos of weakness that bored through her.

They couldn’t even get her to bed? They left her on the cold floor all night, and the AC is on too.

Her body aches. She feels cold.

She stepped out of the room.

Silence wrapped around the house like snakes.

The silence means Dean is out already. She heard Kelly’s m+ans last night till midnight. They must have f+cked each other till insanity.

It was hard to listen to.

And just like that, her life met another wreckage—worse than the one she was in at her parents house.

She’s stranded here in the hands of a evil man who has a fiancee.

Her only person is Allison, but she’d never depend on Allison who’s working hard to build herself.

Allison is from a poor family, but she’s living fine and comfortably because she works hard.

So she won’t burden her.

But the Priest—the Priest from last night. The one who couldn’t keep his mouth shut and ratted her out.

She’d confront him.

She has to.

She looked at the arm Dean tore with the knife last night. It hurts.

A car honk sounded outside, and she immediately recognized it as Allison’s Bugatti. She quickly returned to her bedroom and changed to long leggings and a long sleeve.

Then, she rushed back out.

Allison already entered the living room, right below the staircase.

“Girl, what….” Her face twisted immediately she saw Seraphina’s face with the bruises.

“These?” Seraphina pointed at her face bruises. “They’re from the fight with my sisters.”

“I know,but why do they look like they spread than before?” Allison came closer, holding her face delicately to check out.

“It’s because I got shagged so hard last night I’m so fuckin sore,” Seraphina lied through her teeth.

“Mmm!” Allison slanted back, cackling. “Of course you’re sore! I mean…. it’s Dean! Best D!”

“Exactly,” Seraphina chuckled.

“Mrs. St. Graves! You better go to the clinic to get the bruises treated and not rely on first aid.” Allison nodded.

“I’m about to go get soaked in the tub, wash up and go get it treated.” Seraphina cleared.

“Good, and Dean is where? At work? You got a workaholic husband.” Allison teased.

“You know that, but he got me breakfast in bed, left me a sweet note and mixed my bath before leaving,” Seraphina replied.

“Ou,” Allison poked her inner cheek with her tongue, and they laughed shortly while leaning on each other.

“Yesterday, you talked about hunting for connections to Valhalla Club….” Seraphina said. “Who are these Valhalla people?”

“You don’t know the most secretive wealthy men club in this City?” Allison gasped. “Shit, you’ve been cuffed up so long in that Redd Estate, so much you don’t even know what’s happening in the outside world.”

“Wealthy men Club?” Seraphina blinked.

“Yeah, and secretive. That’s why no one knows any of the members, but if you by any chance get to know any of the members and get connected through them, believe me, you’ve gone far.” Allison explained aptly.

“Seriously? They’re that powerful?” Seraphina replied, unable to blink as her interest piqued.

Allison’s phone bleeped, and she quickly checked, gasping. “F+ck, I’m late for my event! I’ll call you!”

“Careful!” Seraphina pecked her cheek.

“And don’t forget to go to the clinic! Get your bruises treated.” Allison shouted as she rushed out.

“Will do!” Seraphina shouted back.

Immediately Allison’s car drove out, Seraphina went back to her melancholy, but not for long.

She needs to get to the clinic, and she needs to get herself a job.

Most importantly, she needs to go confront the Priest.

She rushed upstairs.

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[Graves Memorial Estates]

The St. Graves family major business is Graveyards.

Elite Graveyards.

They’re in charge of conducting the burials of elite wealthy people in this country. Even rich corpses from outside the country are flown into this place, just so they could rest in richness and sweet peace among the graves of other rich people.

The estate has acres of land that’s not advisable to count if sanity is still valued. It has been in use for years, and it kept getting expanded.

Black mausoleums for VVIP corpses.

Black private yards for VIPs.

And special black paradise for the rest of the rich corpses.

Rare black flowers and black roses that can’t be found anywhere else were grown on the rich soil, dragging vines of hell-bound beauty above and across the place. Tall peaceful trees with black leaves cast a devilishly glorious canopy everywhere.

Strange black birds lined the trees, grounds, grave tops. The security guards surrounding the property wore all black with black balaclava over their faces, leaving only their eyes out for seeing.

Everything is strange and gothic here.

The St. Graves brothers parents ran it before their deaths, and now Uncle Will is the runner.

Saint is dedicated to his race.

Dean is dedicated to Wrath Investments Empire.

And Tobias is now a Priest.

So…

Uncle Will is here, managing this dark chunk of business together with his Foster Home.

“How many hours left before the next corpse arrives?” He asked, standing in front of the incinerator in the incineration room with his workers.

The incinerator fire would burn anyone within even reasonable inches, so they stood far.

Certain people want their corpses incinerated and stored in a urn, actually. There’s also room for that.

“Next corpse arrives in two hours, thirty minutes.” A worker replied behind Uncle Will.

He didn’t respond.

He stared on, as if the words just flew over his head.

Now, he doesn’t look like the lively, generous Uncle Will that runs Kindred Foster Home.

He looks like a different, underworld Uncle Will, the CEO of this place.

“And Dean?” He finally talked back.

“It’s just like you suspected, sir. He married Seraphina for his own personal reasons. He’s still with Kelly.” Another worker said.

Uncle Will left the room.

—

[Savior’s Alive Church – Nuns Convent]

Confession period is going on with the Priest and members in the Church, and very soon, it’ll be communion time, so the nuns are busy praying for forgiveness.

They’re on their knees in front of the white cross, palms hugging in front of their faces, eyes closed as they prayed in silent whispers.

But Nun Estelle couldn’t even pray as properly as she should.

Her mind is filled.

She never knew this period would come. A period her faith would be shaken to its roots.

And the cause is the new hot Priest.

Father Tobias.

The night before last night, she dreamt of kissing him.

Yesterday, she saw him shirtless by his Rectory window.

Last night, she dreamt of kissing him, again. He even squeezed her br+àsts.

And since then, her n+pples has refused to soften.

They’ve been so painfully hard.

She’s so deep into this.

“So…” One of the other nuns started. “I heard the new Priest was a cultist in University. A brutal, wicked one.”

The eyes of the remaining nuns opened, including Estelle.

“We’re in prayers time, Nuns. We can’t get distracted by gossips.” Another nun—Grace, replied.

Grace is the most religious here.

“But this concerns the Church!” The gossiper said adamantly. “How can a former cultist become a Priest just because he went to seminary school? He’s not worthy of—”

“Shut up!” Estelle snapped. “He’s already Father Tobias. If you think he doesn’t deserve to be a Priest, then ascend to heaven and report to God!”

“Nun Estelle!” Grace cautioned.

Estelle stood and left the hall, angrily waltzing out of the convent.

She proceeded to the Church, and it was at that same time Seraphina’s Lexus drove into the premises.

Estelle stopped, awaiting who’s gonna come out, and at the sight of Seraphina, she looked surprised.

“The….bride?”

Seraphina came closer, unsmiling.

She went to the clinic to get her arm face treated already, now the face looks better.

Job hunting can start next week since tommorow is Sunday.

Now is confrontation time.

“Yeah, Miss Seraphina.” She responded to Estelle’s words. “I’m here to see the Priest.”

“Miss?” Estelle asked surprisingly.

This is a woman who got married yesterday. Miss???

But she minded her business and just answered her second sentence.

“Father Tobias is in the middle of the confession service right now with members, and—”

“I’ll wait,” Seraphina cut in.

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[Inside The Church – 2hrs Later]

There are different sections to the sanctuary. Different room, different purposes. There’s the confession room, counselling room, donations room, and whatnot.

The confession room has been milling with members coming in and going out with smiles on their faces.

They’re mainly women.

The men are like five in the midst of twenty other people, and Tobias ears are full to the brim with their so-called sins.

Women can be funny.

“My husband isn’t treating me well, Father. What do I do?”

“My marriage is failing, Father.”

“My home is falling apart, Father.”

“The s+xual life of me and my husband is so poor, Father, and I don’t wanna sin by cheating. What should I do?”

And several others.

Is this not supposed to be confession of sin moment? Why are they wailing about their marriages?

The men are the only serious ones who actually confessed heavy sins.

As Tobias sat at the other side of the box separating the sinners from him, he has a dry smirk on.

People are boring.

He can’t see their faces cos of the box in the middle, he can only hear their voices, but by the voices, he could picture what their faces look like.

Thirsty women.

The man at the other side of the box right now is the last confessor today.

“I haven’t been attentive to my son, I spent my time on my woman, and now my son joined a cult, and—”

“Come back tomorrow for this confession.” Tobias cut him off harshly. It sounded cruel.

The man didn’t argue.

He stood and left the box.

Tobias got up and left his own box, too. He’s not in his vestments.

Today, he wore smooth black dress-shirt and slacks.

Coming out of the confession room, he met a visitor inside the church.

On the front row, Seraphina sat.

But she stretched to her feet immediately she saw him emerge.

She waited for two hours, and she has been preparing for this moment with those two hours.

She moved, steps fast but silent.

Tobias didn’t stop walking.

He didn’t act like he saw her.

She’s a breeze anyways.

He’d have bypassed her, but she blocked him with her palm ready.

That palm raised and flew to his face, smacking him across the cheek.

Tobias eyes changed color.

It was instant—too instant.

Hell and it’s inhabitants came to play in his eyeballs. Beastly and ruthless.

Wicked.

“You don’t deserve to be a Priest. How could you do that to me last night!” Seraphina accused angrily, looking like she’s gonna burst.

She’s literally looking up at him.

Height is insane. He’s huge.

For a second, the silence in the Church was loud, deafening, weird.

Seraphina’s heavy breaths couldn’t even puncture through it.

It was nonexistent.

Till the silence was punctured—by Tobias himself.

His left hand went up, and the back of his palm came down, meeting Seraphina’s cheek like thunder.

It wasn’t once.

Twice.

His backhand slap met her twice.

Seraphina’s nose bled out, and she fell to the chair beside her.

“Damnit, you unlocked me.” Tobias muttered darkly, stroking his wrist.