Sweet Sin - S01 E10

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Sweet Sin - S01 E10

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[Savior’s Alive Church – Nuns Convent]

“See? I was right! A dog? A priest? The two shouldn’t even be in a sentence, but it happened!” Nun Ruth said angrily in the middle of the eighteen other nuns in the hall.

The three wounded nuns have been treated, and clothes have been changed, but Estelle’s wounds are deeper cos they’re on her knees.

She’s still at the Church clinic as she’s advised to not walk yet.

“I agree with Nun Ruth,” Nun Grace nodded. “I saw the little creepy smile on his lips when he saw what the dog did—like he’s proud of the dog. He even took the dog to his Rectory? We should write to the head of the Church. This can’t go on.”

“I agree with you.”

“Me too.”

Everyone stayed on a page, and a final conclusion was nearly reached, but Nun Estelle came in limping despite her pains.

The nuns stood.

“Nun Estelle?” Grace gasped. “You’re still in healing! What are you doing here in the convent!”

“Don’t listen to Ruth, y’all.” Estelle gritted, guiding her plastered knee. “She has been full of hate for the Priest since he arrived, and she even formed theories against him that he’s a cultist. Harboring hate in our hearts is a sin to Mother Mary, and Nun Ruth has breached that line.”

“Estelle!” Ruth spranged up.

“Father Tobias needs our supports.” Estelle said.

“And why hasn’t he come to see us? We got wounded.” Grace said.

“He’s still coming, I trust him.” Nun Estelle nodded certainly.

—

[Rectory]

Grimm stayed by the door of Tobias bedroom according to his orders.

The dog never crossed the line. It’s just there, wagging it’s tail patiently.

Tobias is inside the room, phone to his ear as Saint’s line rang.

Saint didn’t pick, so he punched him a text instead.

• Know you intentionally didn’t pick the call, f+cker. Next time I see you, I’ll have your balls mixed with Grimm’s three square meals.

He clicked send and dropped his phone, whistling once.

Grimm caught the signal and came in, but he didn’t come close.

He sat beside the wall.

If Tobias wanted it to come close, he’d have called it’s name directly.

So he sat by the wall and slept off.

Tobias eyes caught the rosary on his neck, and he took the cross pendant, wrapping his large palm on it.

Years ago, he used to wear a chain too, but not rosary.

He used to wear a black chain which had the pendant of a weeping eye with a single obsidian tear.

He misses that shit.

But it won’t be for long.

He walked to the bedroom window, pushed it open, and saw Nun Estelle coming from the convent, heading back to the Church clinic.

No one needed to tell him before he knew what she went there for.

Such a devoted defender.

That creepy smile tugged his lips again, and his head threw him a crazy imagination of how beautiful this Church would be with bodies of the Sisters and Brothers lying everywhere. Blood of Nuns and Monks spraying the walls.

Flesh of the churchgoers across the marble, and their heads off their necks, their rosaries in blood.

That brief imagination made him hard, and it ain’t surprising.

He’s the king of carnage.

He’s the God of ruination.

His cheek seemed to sting a bit, reminding him of the slap he received from Dean’s wife.

He ran his tongue on his inner cheek.

Is that Stupid Dog asleep now? Or getting beaten by Dean.

Second one sounds great.

—

[Dean’s Estate]

Surprisingly, Seraphina met no obstacle when she arrived. No Dean waiting to punish her.

No guards.

But it’s obvious that a visitor just left.

Who’s it? She has no idea.

She was about to start tiptoeing upstairs when Dean appeared on top of the stairs, making her stop, breaths catching in her throat.

Their eyes met, and she straightened with the next minute, boldly continuing her climbing.

Dean maintained his stand on top of the staircase, watching her get closer with an unreadable look.

But then, a new visitor entered.

Kelly, smiling and squealing.

“I missed you!!” She pushed Seraphina off the staircase.

Seraphina quickly held the sleek banister, supporting herself as Kelly flew up to Dean’s arms like she’s just seeing him after several years.

They both disappeared to Dean’s room in no time, and Seraphina proceeded to her room.

She had her shower and stepped out from the bathroom shortly.

She pulled her towel away from her body and stood naked in front of her full mirror, checking herself out.

Heavy breasts, curved hips, fat ass. Beautifully carved face. Soft lips.

She touched herself in the face, and her second hand on her hip.

“I’m so beautiful.” She told herself, confidently. “So damn beautiful and curvy, and attractive.”

“You’re Talentless.” Her sisters voices mocked her in her head.

“You’re useless, unneeded.” Her parents voice followed.

She hastily covered up her body with her white pyjamas and climbed her bed, remembering the first time she saw Dean five years ago.

It was indeed on a cover of Forbes like Ugly Dog said.

She fell for doom, and now she’s doomed in his house.

She’s gonna have to go to church for counselling tommorow.

There are counsellors in the counseling room, so she’s going.

Hope she doesn’t run into Ugly Dog.

She shut her eyes to sleep, but noises from the other room wouldn’t let her.

Kelly’s noises from Dean’s room.

“I love how you fuck my p+ssy.”

“I’ve been starving since I left office cos I knew you’d fill me.”

“Mm. Yeah drip on my tongue.”

Seraphina turned in bed, placing an hand between her thighs.

She folded her toes, shutting her eyes as she tried to fight the urge to touch.

It’s been long since she got touched or even got s+xually involved.

Since her highschool boyfriend jilted her, she has been untouched.

And now, hearing such ungodly noises….

“F+ck my needy p+ssy…” Kelly’s loud m+ans hit her ears again.

She shoved her face into her pillow, clenching her thighs.

—

[Daybreak-Redd Family Hospital]

Acosta spend the night here with Kimmy, but they said nothing to each other throughout.

Peach’s condition was critical when she was brought last night. She had to get admitted while they waited outside the ward since they insisted they didn’t want a ward to sleep in.

Acosta’s face is buried in his palms. Kimmy stood, arms crossed over her chest as she stared at the ward.

When the doctor came out, Acosta spranged up.

“Tell me she got better!”

“She got better,” the doctor smiled.

“Are you real?” Kimmy asked.

“Trust me, ma’am. Peach got better this morning.” The doctor smiled again, and Acosta inhaled.

“Thank f+ck!”

“I made it clear that she must stay away from perfumes, sprays no matter how mild they smell, so how come her health flared up so bad?” The doctor said suddenly.

“No!” Acosta frowned. “I don’t even use perfumes cos I know she likes to hug me and might inhale. Her mum uses perfumes but she wasn’t even home yesterday.”

“Well then, the doctor sighed. “Talk to Peach herself. And I hope this doesn’t happen again.”

He left with his nurses, and Acosta rushed in with Kimmy.

Peach is in bed, eyes open, smiling.

“Dad!” She sat up immediately she saw the two. “Mum!”

“Hey princess!” Acosta lifted her happily with a chuckle, hugging her dearly, rubbing her hair.

“What actually happened? Did you spray yourself?” Acosta asked.

“No!” Peach frowned.

“Then why would you faint and get so critical last night?” Acosta caressed her face worriedly.

Peach knew Dora would crash out if she mentioned her, so she didn’t.

“Did you perhaps sprayed yourself cos you wanted to get sick and avoid school next week?” Kimmy’s voice came from the back.

“No!” Peach shouted. “I would never do that to myself!”

“That’s all you could say?” Acosta faced Kimmy, disappointed. “In this pressing situation, that’s all?”

“Are you trying to make me the bad person?” Kimmy scoffed.

Without offering a reply, Acosta carried Peach out of the ward.

“Nigga, don’t dare walk out on me,” Kimmy followed them. “Costa!”

—

[Savior’s Alive Church]

Even before the mass started, there’s already an insane crowd waiting to worship, and more insane crowd filing in from the gate to the park to the Church entrance to the Church.

A stampede could happen if Jude hadn’t gathered the other Brothers to regulate and control the crowd.

Insane wouldn’t describe it very well at this point. It’s mad.

The crowd are mostly females. Women, ladies, girls, all dressed in one open way or another.

Tight short skirts, backless or off-shoulder dresses. Too much make-up, braless chests.

The Nuns and Sisters and the original Church members were left in awe and could only watch as the church got filled completely for the first time.

“What’s going on, genuinely?” Nun Grace asked herself.

“It’s obvious, power of Father Tobias.” Nun Estelle smiled.

Her knee is still healing, but she wouldn’t miss the first Mass of Father Tobias cos of the minor wound.

Nun Ruth gave her a bitter stare.

And when the Priest entered after the hymns, the crowd of females were mystified. Like they’ve never seen a man all their lives.

Mouths widened. Eyes did, too.

Some slapped their palms over their lips to block their gasps.

In the middle of them all, Seraphina sat unmoved, wondering what exactly is this.

Why are they shamelessly gawking over a Priest?

Well, he’s not exactly a Priest one could be proud of, but they didn’t see the side of him she saw, so they should still be seeing him as clean right now. So why?

Moral compass is totally lost.

And when his voice hit the Church speakers, the females gasped shamelessly, falling under his charm.

Annoyingly, Seraphina stood and left the Church in the middle of mass.

She drew attention to herself with that move. Everyone saw her leaving as she was the only one standing.

From the alter, Tobias saw her too, but it didn’t look like it.

He went on with the prayers.

Seraphina didn’t go home, though.

He stayed outside and sat alone under a old gazebo shed till Jude came to meet her.

“Mrs. St. Graves, do you not like the mass? Why are you outside?”

“Miss Seraphina.” She corrected.

“But you’re married to—”

“Miss Seraphina.” She cut in bluntly.

Jude blinked, then nodded. “Fine, Miss Seraphina. Why are you outside?”

“Can I be left alone?” She replied. “I only came for counselling, and I heard it’s after the mass. Who’s gonna be handling it?” She asked.

“We have capable counsellors for that,” Jude replied.

“Good.” She nodded. “I’ll wait here, don’t worry about me.”

Sensing that persuasion won’t work, Jude left her there.

Tobias voice boomed from the speakers throughout the service, hitting her ears.

She kept hissing, bored till the mass got over, and instead of leaving, the females began lining for a confession session with the Priest.

“They’re making it too obvious,” Seraphina made faces as she head to the counselling room.

It was Jude who came to call her as she’s the only one who needs counselling today.

“Here, Miss Seraphina.” Jude pointed at the oak door on the private hallway of the Church grounds.

“Our oldest counselor brother is waiting to talk to you.” Jude furthered.

Another Brother rushed over. “Jude, someone sent a full truck of black roses outside the gate.”

“Black roses?” Jude’s face squeezed.

“Come see for yourself.” The man persuaded, and Jude followed.

Now alone in the hallway, Seraphina checked out her dress quickly.

She wore a free-yard jean skirt—not too wide, but wide, and a simple free black blouse, then kitten heels.

She knocked once before entering, meeting herself on the left side of the box. Whoever the counselor would be, he’s definitely on the right side of the box which she’s not seeing.

It’s the policy here that during confessions or counseling, the faces of the people would be unrevealed.

She took her seat on the available chair, dropping her shoulder bag.

“Are you there, counselor?” She asked slowly, voice light.

“Your plights are safe here,” the safe-sounding reassuring voice came from the other side. “Go on.”

Seraphina sighed, feeling better. She folded her hands on her knees.

“There’s a lot happening in my existence, but the most pressing issue is my husband.”

She paused a minute. Time ticked.

“I feel like he married me for his own reason, and it’s barely been four days, but I’ve seen a lot, and…”

Another pause.

“And my job hunting starts on Monday. My husband owns the most successful Investment Empire in this city, but I still have to look for job, isn’t that so fucked up?”

“Why do I feel like that’s not the issue?” The counselor from the other side said, calmly.

The type of deadly calm that lures.

Seraphina’s hold on her knees tightened before she spoke further.

“Last night, I….i was supposed to be getting irritated by his doings with that girl Kelly, but the sounds coming from his bedroom turned me on. I think….I’m s+xually frustrated?”

She gasped, grabbing her back at this point. “I think I’ll come back another day! Today ain’t it!”

“Sit down.” The counselor’s voice came firm, clear.

An order she feels like she can’t refuse—can’t say no to.

There’s something about the edge of the voice which made her swallow like she’s standing on a cliff edge.

She slowly sat back, returning her bag to the table.

“S+xually frustrated?” The voice came probing again, still holding that weird, dark edge.

“Can we not move forward on that?” Seraphina replied, nervous.

“Have you tried touching yourself?” The counselor dropped the bomb.

Her eyes widened.

“What are you—”

“Have you tried touching yourself, Miss Seraphina?” He repeated, firmer, authoritative.

Seraphina swallowed, again. Despite the AC in here, she sweated on the chin and the cheeks.

“N…no…” She stammered.

“Are you open to try?” The counselor said. Somehow, that sounded more like another order than a request.

Another order that felt raw.

Who’s behind that box? Seraphina wondered, but above all, she followed the voice.

“This is a Church,” she whispered, mind ticking like a time bomb.

Then the voice again…

“And we’re in a counseling room for women. No cameras. No other eyes, not even mine as I can’t see you from this side. So….? What do you say?”

Seraphina’s head rested on the oak wood wall behind her, chest racing suddenly with anxiousness.

“W…what do I have to do?” She asked, voice shaky, trembling, but at the same time, sounding like someone who damn knows what they’re doing.

“Spread your legs on that chair,” the voice dropped, lower.

Quietly, she did, dragging the legs apart till her skirt fell between.

“Pull up your skirt,” the second guidance came.

She did.

Her two hands dragged the jean skirt up till it got to her laps.

Now, her hands shook more, but her thoughts stayed firm.

Anxiousness heightened, the AC of the room brushed her fresh laps.

“And drag your panties to one side—if you’re wearing one.” Counselor instructed again.

With the curve of her index finger, she slowly dragged her white lace panty to one side.

The chilly AC air kissed her sensitive, swollen cl+t.

She shuddered sickeningly as she felt sweat gathering on her foot inside her kitten heels.

Her mind raced faster with anxiousness and something else she couldn’t grab. Her lips and throat felt super dry. She gagged on nothing.

“Now, enter with one finger.” The corruptive voice said, dangerously dropping an octave.

Seraphina’s lips parted, and as if under a potent spell, she slowly—very slowly….inserted a finger inside her honeyed warm p+ssy.

TBC.