Sweet Sin - S01 E39

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Sweet Sin - S01 E39

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 39

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[Savior’s Alive Church]

Loaner Boss decided to give up after too many flesh cuts from his skin.

Grimm was already so full, thankfully. His death was like a butchered animal’s, really.

Tobias ordered Jude to pack up the body in a box before he left him on the mountain, but getting down with bloody hands and all, he met Uncle Will right in front of his Rectory.

Uncle Will had asked of him from the Church workers, but he got nothing about his location.

So he waited, but now that he’s here, he’s got bloodstains in his hands?

And he’s in his vestments?

How? Why?

He went over the front steps to meet him at the base.

Tobias stopped, facing him with unmeasured cruelty.

“You should step aside, Uncle. I don’t like talking to people with blood on my hands, it makes me wanna kill the person too. As you can see, I’ve got a little stain on me,” he raised his hands. “I need a cleanup.”

“Where did you go!” Uncle Will demanded fiercely, sternly. “Who did you hurt? Who!!?”

“Hurt?” Tobias let a rumble of laugh knock on his chest. “Uncle, you’re… ruining my reputation right now. I don’t fight at all, I don’t get blood on my hands unnecessarily. I kill.”

Uncle Will looks like his wits left him instantly after those words rolled off Tobias’s vile tongue.

“You’re lying, right?” Uncle Will’s eyes dimmed. “You’re—

“Wait, wait, wait…” Tobias looked up. “The right questions should be how did i kill him? Did I enjoy it? Did he scream loud enough? Did he bleed enough blood for me to see?”

“Tobias!!” Uncle Will locked him by the stole of his vestments. “You pretended in seminary for five years? They said you were the quietest of all the seminarians! They said you knew bible verses the most! They said…they said you passed the most exams!”

“Shit, of course I was quiet cos they were all boring as f+k. I don’t talk to boring people. I knew the scriptures cos….” He pointed at his head. “They were easy to cram. I passed the stupid exams cos they were too easy I could write them with my eyes closed.”

“You…..” Uncle Will’s teeth clenched. It showed in the way his jaws hugged so tight his face threatened to break. “You’re…. you’re still….”

“Let me go, Uncle. I don’t wanna stain you with blood. I know you don’t like the smell.” Tobias muttered.

“Why are you doing this, Tobias? Your parents would be crying up there…” Uncle Will snorted.

“They shouldn’t have left this world then,” Tobias stated, gaze sinister.

“Tobias…” Uncle Will let go slowly.

Tobias didn’t look back.

He entered his Rectory smoothly.

The door closed slickly after him.

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[Unknown Cabin]

Saint felt strong restraints on himself immediately his consciousness creeped back to him.

It was all dark at first, then cracks of light fell in behind his lids.

The restraints bound his wrists to his back.

Ankles together.

One is on his neck like a noose too.

He calmed to gather his full consciousness, then moved slightly on top of where he lay.

He’s on top of a prickly stuff like sawdust, and when he had a difficult look at it by bending his neck, he was right. It’s indeed sawdust.

“Damnit, Bexley. You could at least place me on a stone. I hate this discomfort. You didn’t have to be so mean.” He groaned.

Flashlights from two different phones hit his eyes, nearly destroying his iris and cornea.

He snapped his eyes shut and groaned again.

“You’re meaner than I anticipated. I like it.”

When he opened his eyes again, he was looking at Bexley eye-to-eye.

She prowled over him like an animal on her palms and knees.

“Damn, I like this sexy as hell position. I always knew you’d be a nasty little f+k.” He laughed.

“First,” Bexley spoke, meaner than blaze. “I ain’t little, but I admit to being a f+k, cos I’m about to f+k you up in the most fucked up way possible, Saint St. Graves.”

“Nasty Little F+k.” Saint repeated, spelling each word boldly.

Bexley took brass knuckles from her friend who’s standing behind her.

She wore it, and landed a fierce punch to Saint’s nose.

The nose made a crunchy sound like it already broke, but Saint laughed so hard till his neck veins stretched.

Even as his nose bled. He laughed.

“Do that again, Nasty Little F+k. I like when you get aggressive, baby.”

Sensing he’s enjoying this, Bexley stood from her prowl and moved away, bringing the array of gangster guys behind him to light.

Saint recognized them immediately.

Rednecks.

F+kin Rednecks.

His biker rivals.

They stood like fortresses, resting on the walls, giving him looks like he’s a can of sewage.

“Bexley, You brought Rednecks to my face?” Saint tilted up a little.

Bexley pressed her shoe to his chest, returning his back to sawdust.

In the process, he kissed her shoe tip. “Mm, I smell your perfume. Wonder if Dora Redd smells as good.”

“F+k you!” Bexley cussed.

“Deadass, he’s sick.” One of the Rednecks lifted himself from the wall, eyes glinting with malice.

“Are we here to race? I see no other reason for your collaboration with spineless Rednecks. Kick rocks, y’all.” Saint grunted with closed eyes.

“No,” Bexley slanted her poise. “They’re here to f+k you up your arse, bastard. They’re going to shove their dick in you, and you’re going to feel what it’s like to get violated!”

“You said?” Saint strained frowned.

“Your brother is behind the disappearance of ten of us including our top leader!” The Rednecks snapped suddenly.

“Including your leader?” Saint chuckled. “No wonder I’m not seeing his annoying face here. And which of my brothers? Dean is too cooperate to carry out that shit, so….” His eyes shone with immediate fascination. “Is it Toby? Toby made ten of y’all disappear? Please, say yes! Tell me it’s really him and I’ll know those ten are already in the ground, rotting somewhere!” He laughed again.

“You’re getting fucked, Saint.” They made it clear again.

“Touch me, có+kheads, and you’ll lose more than ten members!”

“We’ll see about that,” Bexley smiled at him, then she left with her friend.

Now, Saint is at the mercy of the Rednecks alone.

“Call his brothers.” One of them suggested.

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