AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Revulsion rocked me. My gut clenched. My gaze fixed on that doorway at the end. The one where the faint light shone from inside. My hands curled into fists as I moved forward, until I reached out and gripped the black iron handle, the one which mirrored the entrance to the church.
Soundless.
The door swung inward.
The sight before me rocked me to the core.
He didn’t see me.
His back was to the door. A woman lay on the bed, each ankle tethered to the posts so her legs were spread wide. The cane in his hand shone with blood as he raised it once more. All I saw was that blood.
“Dirty fucking Daughter. Dirty goddamn whore,” he said, staring at the bleeding mess between her legs. “You’re all the same. Every single one of you. All the goddamn same!”
I reached out and grabbed the heavy gold cross sitting on the dresser as he drove that cane down, carving an arc through the air. Then I lunged and swung the cross.
CRUNCH!
The impact was sickening, slamming into the side of his head, throwing him sideways. His blow still hit, though, whipping into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. The woman moaned around the tape that’d come away from her mouth.
I inhaled, then glanced at the priest who clung to the bedpost she was tied to and felt that resounding quake of rage.
“God will show me the way,” I said, my voice low and sinister. “That’s what you said. God will show me the way.” I looked down at the heavy gold cross in my hand, now marked with blood. “I think I see the way now, Father. I think I see the way.”
Are you ready to hunt now, Priest?
I clenched my fist around the cross, then looked at the unblinking eyes of the woman in front of me. Her legs spread, her body a goddamn mess.
Cassius lifted his head and turned his gaze toward me. Blood ran in a rivulet down his temple and fell into a crease as his eyes widened. “No,” He hissed as I lifted the cross once more.
You ready to hunt, Priest?
I plunged the cross down, this time into the middle of his face.
CRACK!
His head snapped backward, blood spurted out of his nose. A front tooth cracked, falling into his mouth.
“NO!” He lifted his hands to protect himself. “NO! NOOOO!”
I drove that cross down again. His face became the face of so many. Hale, Coulter, and all those men who’d pushed Helene onto that table and spread her legs.
“You will never touch her again!”
Swing.
CRUNCH!
Swing.
CRUNCH!
Cassius slumped to the floor. Still it wasn’t enough. I kept hitting, kept fighting. It wasn’t the Devil who had hold of me. It was myself. The Devil was me. It was always me. Blood arced as I lifted the cross. There was no gold left now. Just a shimmering mess of red.
I sucked in hard breaths and pushed myself upwards, my gaze moving to the woman on the bed. Daughter he’d called her.
“Easy,” I croaked and stumbled to her side, my hands moving to the ties at her ankles.
Flashes of the cuffs Helene had clamped around my own body came back to me. But that wasn’t like this at all. I tugged them free and her feet hit the bed before her thighs clamped together. She was whimpering in pain and fear as I moved to her mouth.
