Sweet Sin - S01 E23

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Sweet Sin - S01 E23

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 23

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[Allison’s Mansion]

The Mansion looks dead now that the lights are off, and the only two people inside aren’t talking.

Allison fell asleep when Seraphina began massaging her knees, but Seraphina still carried on with the knee massage. It can’t stop yet.

Seraphina could do it till daybreak since she doesn’t feel like sleeping anyways.

So, she sat at the foot of the bed with Allison’s legs on her laps.

She had told Allison the whole story of her helper, but she didn’t mention the name of the helper or the sins they committed in Church.

She omitted lots of things, more like she told her quarter of the story, but she told it so well Allison didn’t suspect anything, thankfully.

Now, her system is troubled. Not because of anything else, but for the note he sent.

What would that mean?

She even sent him a text to ask him what it means, but he didn’t reply.

Yeah, she has the land to control her family with, but what about the pleasure? What about the orgasms?

The cumming?

Aren’t they supposed to just be starting? Why cut it off now?

Did he not call her body his damn temple? Such a hypocrite.

She checked her phone again for a reply even though she knew she’d receive a beep if he replied.

But she still checked, and…

Nothing.

He still didn’t reply.

She pushed out a slow, silent exhale, dropping her phone and getting the burner phone he gave her.

Maybe he’d answer if she texts with that. She tried, but he still didn’t reply, so she dropped both phones and went to Allison’s vanity table.

She has a set of her crocheting tools here so she’d always crotchet whenever she came here too.

Allison is careful about her things, and as expected, the crotchet tools are still in the vanity table drawer.

She took the large bag containing the tools, then went back to sit in bed.

She covered Allison’s legs well before she began crocheting a muffler.

“Your crotchets lack life. Who’d buy a dead crotchet that lacks breaths?”

His words echoed in her head, disrupting her work.

She stopped the crotchet and disentangled it. She unknotted and uncrossed everything.

When she was at Redd Estate, anytime she made crotchets, her mind was foggy and muddled with thoughts of her mistreatment from her family. Her head was always blackened with thoughts about her stagnant life, so she always crocheted under the weight of melancholy.

And she always used black or white wool cos they are are favorite colors, not because they’re common, but because they’re simple and cheap and so easy to get from the yarn store.

Now, she’s taking a different step in her long run. Now, she has a little power in her grasp.

Even if she won’t hold it for long, she’s still holding it right now, and that’ll define her steps for now.

So, she pushed the black and white wool aside and took blue and pink wool from her little tool.

She began crocheting what came to her mind—bum shorts and bralettes for herself and Allison.

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