Sweet Sin - S01 E52

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Sweet Sin - S01 E52

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 52

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[Nuns Convent – Ruth’s Room]

This is starting to feel like the night she was beaten by female Odds in Hollow University once again.

The difference is that she’s not screaming or begging.

She’s only crying now.

Since witnessing the scene at Tobias room, Ruth has been crying.

She cried from when she left his Rectory till she got here.

She let it flow.

She knew what she saw at the Rectory wasn’t all. She saw when Tobias carried that lady out, and she knew he was going to continue doing it whenever he took her.

Did he f+k her?

Did he put his c+k in the p+ssy of that thing?

The same có+k he’s striving to get back inside herself.

How?

Because she’s full everywhere?

She let out a sarcastic laugh which soaked through her tears for a while before she resumed crying in full.

She picked up her phone when she received a ring.

It’s her mother, on FaceTime.

She wiped her tears before picking.

A freckled woman with caramel hair and few brow hair appeared on screen, smiling sophisticatedly.

“Hey, mum.” Ruth sounded sick.

“Are you ok, daughter?” The woman noticed her weakness.

“I’m fine, just somehow sick.”

“Somehow sick?” The woman pulled her brows together. “Yunno I’ve been singing about coming to get you at the church, but you’ve been so adamant about it. I love the idea of you serving God too, but you can do that in our house like me and your father and siblings.”

“I’m fine here, mum.” Ruth sighed.

“Are you hiding something from me again?” The woman scoffed. “You hide lots of things, like who attacked you in your hostel and waterboarded you, hung you upside down years back in University….you have refused to give me a name!”

“Are you gonna continue this scolding and nagging tonight?” Ruth sighed, tired of her talking.

The woman gave up.

“You don’t look like you’re in our house,” Ruth noticed.

“Yeah, I came with your father for a night soiree at the Whitehouse.” The woman smiled widely.

“Yunno, sometimes, I totally forget my mom is a cousin to the President of this country.” Ruth chuckled.

“You better not forget that often anymore. Wait up, I’ll get the President on screen for you.

He asked of you earlier!” the woman said fast.

“You’ll have to call back then!” Ruth got up. “I have something to finish.”

She hung up and turned around.

Nun Estelle is awake finally, and she’s getting up from under the bed right now, wincing while holding her head with her second hand.

Ruth waited for her to get her bearings and stand straight.

Estelle took her hand away from her head, slowly. Seeing blood? She screamed out.

“You did this to me? You did this?” She looked up, eyes meeting Ruth’s.

“You should get out, and never tell anyone what you saw. I don’t have the time to deal with your shit right now.” Ruth said like it was weightless.

“Get out and not tell anyone you have piercings and rings on your n+ples?” Estelle blinked shockingly. “You nearly killed me! I was under your bed for hours! This is blood!” Estelle pointed her palm forward. “I’m telling this to the Priest, the Church, and the whole NYC!” She yelled.

Angered, Ruth pulled a gun out from under the same bed.

Estelle stumbled back skittishly, falling against the door as her breathings went away.

“G….gu…n….Ru..th…” She shifted, crawling on her butt.

Keeping her aim straight, Ruth followed her, steps silent.

“I only entered the Church, Estelle. The Church never entered me. The bi+ch is still intact, and now that I witnessed another bitch enjoying what’s for me, the bitch is out to play so hard. If you dare open that mouth and tell a living soul you saw piercings on me,…….”

“No! I….” Estelle covered her mouth with her palm quickly. “Yes! I won’t tell anyone! I. Won’t tell anyone!! I won’t!!!” She cried under her palm.

Ruth smiled. “Good.”

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[Unknown Cabin]

Even before Dean’s men got inside, Dora’s hitmen already finished off the Rednecks. Rednecks didn’t back down easily though. They fought back and took down some of the hitmen.

But Rednecks casualty is more.

Some of them escaped when they saw how underhanded they were.

Dora unwrapped the ropes around Saint, but he refused to let her help him up. He helped himself.

“How long have you known that I’m stalking you?” Dora asked grimly. “How long have you known that I have a tracker on your phone?”

Saint wasn’t in the mood to reply.

He left her hanging and went for the cabin door.

Bexley needs to pay for this.

Also, Tino didn’t come with the rest of the Asphalt Kings to save him.

It only means something bad happened to Tino.

He needs to be sure.

Dora obstructed him by the door. “I asked questions, and I expect answers from you! I came here to save you, and I expect some cooperation at least!” She shot.

Saint shoved her back by her shoulders, but her hitmen caught her and brought her back to her feet.

“Get your face off my issue, Kora. I don’t like you, but I enjoy you watching and stalking me, which is why I rewarded you with a hot picture of my balls!” He cleared.

“First, it’s Dora, not Kora…” She glared, shooting forward.

“I call people whatever the fû+k I want, man. I don’t care. But…wait, I get Bexley’s name right everytime though, what do you think is the cause of that?” He made faces. “Maybe because she’s a better badass than you. Let me tell you, I was turned on when she picked me up with the truck and tied me up here.” He laughed at Dora’s face.

Dora’s fingers rose, aiming for a slap to his face, but the entry of Dean and uncle Will interrupted that.

“C’mon, slap me!” Saint tendered his ear closer. “You don’t have an ass I can slap back, so I’ll slap you back in the face, and you’ll lose your sight.”

“Come on!” Uncle Will pulled him.

“No I want her to slap me!” Saint pulled back adamantly.

“Come the hell on!” Will pulled again, taking him out.

Dean faced Dora, giving her a tight look. “Dunno what deal you have with Saint which made you come, but he’s gonna say thank you if he wants to. I won’t say it on his behalf.” He said nonchalantly and moved out.

He joined Uncle Will and Saint by the cars outside.

“How did you know we were here?” He asked Will.

“I have my ways, Dean.” Uncle Will stated with a tone of finality, looking so restless.

“And why are you here in the hands of Rednecks?” He questioned Saint.

“Ask Dean!” Saint spat, eyes flaming. “Ask him why he sent Rednecks to raid Toby’s Rectory!”

“You did what?” Will faced Dean.

“Can we not talk about that, Uncle?” Dean sighed. “I’ve had a long night.”

“Of course that’s what you’d say!” Saint hissed at him. “But I won’t stay here waiting for details of your lies. I have Bexley to get, and I have Tino to check on. Goodnight!”

He got into Uncle Will’s car without permission and left in it.

“That jerk,” Dean muttered.

“This isn’t the time to get crazy, Dean. Your brother never changed. In fact, he worsened. The fear of your late parents is coming to pass.” Uncle Will commented seriously. “He’s killing people again, Dean. He’s—”

“Not tonight, Uncle.” Dean nodded. “Really, not tonight. Kelly is awake, and I have to go check on her.”

“Let’s go together then,” Will sighed with a nod, giving in.

“Sure,” Dean nodded back, getting in the car with him.

Dora came out of the cabin, arms folded over her chest, elbow pushing her shoulder bag back.

She stared at the distance emptily.

Saint has no fault in all of this.

Bexley is the pathogen that needs to be cleared off.

Her hitmen came out of the cabin too, lining behind her.

“Now, i want to kill Bexley with my own hands.” She said.

“Done.” The hitmen assured. “She’ll be captured alive.”

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[Tino’s Place]

The house was as silent as silence itself when Saint arrived.

He didn’t bother going to the hospital to take care of himself or tracking Bexley down first.

He came here straight.

Tino is nowhere.

And he can’t even track his phone.

It’s like the tracker on his phone has been removed or something.

Tino’s mother is a crazily overprotective one who’d always threaten to fly Tino out of the country whenever she saw him racing illegally with Asphalt Kings, but still…this can’t be it.

Tino won’t fly out of NYC without his knowledge, so what’s up?

He thought of dialling his number for dialling sake again.

This time, it went through, and as the line rang, Saint tapped his fingers at the back of his phone restlessly.

Till it picked.

“Yo, punk! Where the fû+k have you been?” He queried.

“You actually have someone you care about?” A husky voice dropped back. “That’s uncool, Saint.”

Saint recognized the voice immediately.

“Toby?” He frowned.

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