Sweet Sin - S01 E16

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Sweet Sin - S01 E16

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[Redd Family Hospital]

Kimmy and Dora’s wounds needed to be stitched. Thankfully, the stab wasn’t too deep into them.

It wasn’t a stab to kill.

They were advised to rest after the stitches, but they still sat up in bed—Kimmy with a patched arm, and Dora with a patched chest.

They both have phones to their ears, calling authorities.

“She’s rotting in prison! You hear me? Anywhere you see her? Nab! Toss her behind bars!” Kimmy shouted.

“You better grab that bitch by her p+ssy hair and drag her to the penitentiary! No case, she’s getting imprisoned!” Dora followed.

By the wall of the ward, Acosta and Peach stood, staring at them.

Peach scoffed. “Mummy is here, and by that logic, I should be here to take care of her, but Dora is here too and I hate her! Get her a separate ward so I can stay with my mummy alone.”

“You hate her, is that why you wanted to wet her earlier in the hall?” Acosta faced her, voice hard and stern.

Peach raised her brows. “Why else? You have no idea what she did to me!” She raised her voice too.

“What did she do to you?” Acosta’s sight shrunk.

“I don’t wanna talk about it!” Peach rolled eyes and walked up to Kimmy’s bed. She climbed the bed, and Kimmy dropped the call she’s on.

“Do you feel better, mum?” Peach touched her forehead to feel her temperature. She also caressed the patch on her arm.

Kimmy smiled proudly, stroking her gelled hair. “Don’t worry, your mum is strong, and the thing who did this to me? She’ll be arrested soon.”

“Aunt Seraphina will be arrested” Peach blinked.

“She’s the Frump, not your aunt!” Kimmy glared. “Her name got cancelled from the family register, so from now on, you’re not related. This just teaches you another thing that you shouldn’t hesitate to off anyone who stands in your way. Be Lilith, never Eve.” Kimmy snapped.

“Kimmy!” Acosta cautioned.

Kimmy looked up, smiling at him. “Costa, will you get me the doctor?” I need a check cos I think my arm ain’t part of my body anymore.”

Acosta’s palms are balled, but he couldn’t say a thing.

“Be fast, dad!” Peach urged.

Acosta left the ward, and Dora received another call.

She got down from the bed and walked close to the ward window before picking up.

It’s a dangerous jail captain who works for her exclusively.

“Yeah, Bexley Hart is her name. Find her details, keep an eye on her, and blow her head anytime you find the chance to gun it.” She whispered.

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[Next Morning, Savior’s Alive Church]

Seraphina woke up to meet herself in hell—Rectory, and she didn’t wait one second before bolting out of it.

She rushed out of the Rectory with sweat beads on her forehead. She only stopped some few inches away from it and then looked at it again.

It’s white outside, but when she woke up inside, it was totally black like a underworld prison.

She saw him painting before she fell asleep last night, but waking up to it was another level of frightening.

So she had to run out.

She didn’t even see him before she ran out. No idea if he’s inside or not.

Not like she wants to see him.

Now, she has to work on her life.

“Miss Seraphina?” Jude’s voice rose behind her, making her turn.

She saw him approaching.

“Jude! Can you please drive me out of here?” She quickly asked.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on outside?” Jude replied worriedly. “You’ve been removed from the Redd family tree, and you’re—”

“Wanted?” Seraphina finished. “Take me out of here, that’s the only thing I need right now.”

Jude nodded. “Fine, follow up.”

He led the way to the park, and Seraphina followed him.

From the curtained window of the Rectory top room, Tobias watched them leave…through the curtain.

Something burned between his fingers, and when he raised it, it turned out to be a stick of burning ash. It’s not cigar nor weed.

It’s sacred incense, wrapped like cigar. He hung the stick between his teeth, fixing his gaze on Seraphina whose figure is now tiny cos she’s already far from the Rectory.

Smokes built a castle in front of his hellbound face.

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[Evening – 6pm]

The city is still sprawled with the news of Seraphina’s fate. She has been cast out by her family, and she’s badly wanted by the cops.

The cops are literally ransacking everyplace for her. Any cop who got her was promised promotion.

She’s like a open carcass right now, and the cops are like vultures hunting for her parts.

That’s why Seraphina stayed extra careful sneaking around.

Jude dropped her off in a abandoned junkyard in the morning, and he was kind enough to give her a cap and a nose mask before he left.

With the help of the two, she stayed hidden, sliding between shops and bars and restaurants, hiding behind trucks and cars, avoiding cameras and holding eyes. Jumping at every honk behind her and frighting at every “hey” said beside her.

It was a tough journey, and now she’s in Dean’s Estate which is quiet, but when she got close to the mansion, she heard arguments inside.

Three voices.

Kelly, Dean, and Allison.

Allison is arguing with both.

“Shut the fû+ck up, Dean! She’s wanted! Her family disowned her! She’s like an enemy of the whole city, but you as the husband, you’re here, f+ckin’ Kelly Price? F+ck you!”

“I’m gonna get you arrested. I’ll ruin your life so bad you won’t be able to get past the guards at the cheapest hotel in this city!.” Dean said.

“If I cared about arrest, I wouldn’t be here m+therf+cker!” Allison yelled. “I don’t even know where she is, and you think I care about your arrest? Yeah do it! Arrest me! Even better, I’ll stay with my baby in prison!”

“Oh you’re f+cked, Allison Hart!” Kelly barked. “Dean was just thinking of connecting with your networking business, but now? You’re only suitable for imprisonment! We’re dragging you to court!”

“Kelly Price, I don’t care!!” Allison shouted back thunderously. “Get away from me with your wide-a+s, oozing p+ssy!”

“Lis,” Seraphina said emotionally from where she hid.

This is going beyond repair.

Allison is dragging herself into the fire with her intentionally.

With heavy eyes, Seraphina rushed out of the estate, wiping her eyes with only one place in mind.

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[Kiss Fashion Clan Store]

Bexley’s cart is full, so much that there’s no space for anything again.

She’s been shopping for hours.

Now, she stood beside the cart, checking if she has anything inside that she mistakingly took.

She’s in a pin-under strapless singlet and and ripped low-waist bum shorts which let out her bu+t cheeks and laps. It’s almost like a p+nty.

With her over-long nails, she rechecked her items, chewing bubble gum slowly.

All the passing men had a feast of her with their eyes, and she kept rolling eyes at them.

Broke ass freaks who can’t afford her.

But the store staffs are smiling behind her cos Bexley is one of their regulars.

Anytime she comes, she fills her cart.

She only wears moderate clothes when she’s going to see Allison, but on her own like this?

She’s rich.

And she might hate the Redd family, but everyone knows Dora’s designs in Kiss are dope as hell, so she patronizes the f+ck out of this place.

A buzz made her get her phone out of her belt bag.

It’s a text from a friend.

• You said the guy who assaulted you last night at the Charity will be racing tonight at 8. I arranged guys, let’s go beat his ass up to pulp.

Bexley smiled, wanting to reply, but she received another text immediately from a IMPORTANT source saved as Frontman.

She quickly clicked.

Frontman: Floor opens tonight at 10. And you’re to be there two hours before 10. Take this serious, or you know what f+cking follows.

“Shit!” Bexley quickly pushed her cart to the staffs to pay.

She hurried out of the store.

A man at the store lobby lowered a magazine from his face.

He watched Bexley departing with a nod if his head.

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[Savior’s Alive Church – 7PM]

Thankfully, the Church premises was quiet when Seraphina arrived.

Workers have been fasting, and they’ve not come out of their buildings since yesterday.

Silence escorted Seraphina into the Church gate. The same silence escorted her to the Church entrance and led her in, alone.

Just like she predicted, Tobias is by the alter, preparing the communion that the workers would end their fast with tonight.

They’re breaking their fast by 10PM.

Tobias didn’t turn, but he knew she came in. He felt the innocence.

In his black vestments, with white candles in his hand and incense burning sacredly, he stood on that altar like a catastrophe of nature.

Back view? Destructive.

Seraphina’s steps pounded the silence. The Church swallowed every of her breaths and thoughts.

Only the altar light is on, but it’s bleak—barely there.

She walked past the spot they slapped each other at.

She walked past the spot where she exchanged vows and ring with Dean.

She walked past the rows and columns…to the front.

Tobias remained unturned.

But her words fell.

“I need your help.”

He picked the last candle among the other burning altar candles, then he faced her, danger looming.

Seraphina is not wearing a cap and nose mask anymore.

She’s open, except for the clothes.

“Help me. I know you can.” She repeated, gulping.

“You wanna dance with the devil?” His voice sounded like sin as he blew out the candle he’s holding.

The molten wax has gathered around his large digits generously.

“Yes, and I’ll be the devil’s tool. So as long as I’ll be protected from the world.” Seraphina muttered.

“Show the devil how ready you are—to dance in the hot ashes.” Tobias eyes challenged.

Seraphina took the first step, and the second. Third and fourth were immediate, taken towards the altar table where the communion is.

Each step promised hell.

Each breath promised forsaking.

Each second promised damning.

But she also promised the devil, and she’s going to pay.

With one hard swipe, she used her hands to push the communion stuff away from the table.

The cups fell with loud, deafening clangs, ringing around the sanctuary.

Wine spilled. Bread wasted.

Seraphina’s hands went to her gown.

She didn’t take it off.

She ripped it from the V-neck to the hem of the gown.

Poor material, it was easy.

It fell off her skin like paper.

She pushed down one of the burning candles. It fell on the gown, and it burned bright on the fabric.

Now, she’s left in her thongs—the same one she wore on her wedding night but Dean didn’t get to see.

The same one that only covered her cl1+t and left out her p+ssy face.

The same one with a rope-like bra that only covered her n1+pple.

Her br+asts are full, so the rope split them into two each.

One would think she has four br+àsts right now.

Behind her, the p+nty rope wrapped around her a+s too.

Her hips protruded insanely, nearly ripping the rope.

What’s this shape?

She’s…

No damn word to qualify.

With rough hair and that body, she picked the second altar candle and faced the Priest who’s still standing there like the guard of hell.

She raised the candle, making sure it shone on her body, all-round.

“Am I qualified to dance with the devil, Father?”

Tobias scent invaded her nostrils when he crossed to her on that altar without answering her.

His fingers latched onto the fragile thongs on her waist, and he gave it a brutal pull which made the rope enter her cl+t, dragging over her folds and making her desperate lips part without a sound.

He dragged off the rope-like br@ too, then he picked another candle and set fire on the two, dropping them on the floor to burn away.

Now, standing stark n+ked in front of him, Seraphina felt like the dirtiest sinner existing.

Tobias held three candles together—he held them by their burning heads, then he placed their unburnt base on her little navel.

Seraphina stopped breathing.

Even as the fire from the candle burned his palm, he didn’t shake. Almost like he’s immune to the burn.

He traced the unburnt base of the three candles on her tummy…

Up to the slope of her br+àsts…

To her throat.

He raised her chin with the candles.

Seraphina’s breaths seized, again.

Their eyes met.

His brutal blue met her fragile orbs.

Around them, her gown and rope thongs burned away.

His dirty smirk tilted his cruel lips.

Her p+$ssy vibrated.

That smirk.

His damn dark smirk.

The candles are still burning between his palm. He’s still placing the unburnt base under her chin, and their eyes are still terrifyingly locked.

She’s still n+ked.

“You’ve been covering the devil’s temple will the dumbass clothes?” He pressed the candles to her throat. “You deserve to be f+ckin’ punished. Sit on the communion table, NOW.”

TBC.