Page 118 of Satan's Priest

“Robert, I want you to know something.” I crouched beside him, and he peeked at me from the corner of his watery eye. “Those fingers of yours now belong to me. You touched my girl with them. You beat my mate with those hands. Next is your cock. You touched yourself while thinking about her. While youviolated her.It’s mine now.”

His face reddened and twisted in pain as Daiman cut off his hand at the wrist. Then he did the same to the other.

“You want me to do it, or you?” Daiman asked as he threw the body parts and shears aside.

“I’ll do it,” I growled.

I brought the power drill to Robert’s dick. Slowly, I slipped it into his urethra, using force to shove it all the way in. Robert’s screams echoed into the night as I pulled the trigger on the drill. Blood sprayed onto mine and Daiman’s masks.

A piercing scream joined Robert’s. I looked over and watched as Christy fell and landed on the spikes. One went through her chest and another through her head. I turned my gaze to Margaret. Her limp body leaned forward, her eyes glossy with death and her mouth open in a silent scream.

I dropped the drill onto the ground and stood up. Daiman still crouched beside Robert, who had dipped his head forward. The fork pierced through his throat and into his mouth. The other end went into his chest. Blood streamed from the wounds. He was still alive, gurgling on his blood, but he didn’t have much longer.

Daiman and I waited for Robert to die, and when he did, we gathered the dead bodies and hung them on the upside-down crosses. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that God’s little lambs were desecrated by something so unholy.

They deserved everything they got.

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GRACE

I’d gone to bed the evening before and slept the whole night, waking up alone. Because I was on my period, I’d ransacked Lucien’s bathroom, looking for tampons or pads. When I found some tampons, I was shocked but grateful. After taking care of myself, I waited in the quiet living room. I bounced my leg as I sat on the plush leather cushion, sightlessly staring at the coffee table. They’d been gone for a while now. I worried something had happened to them.

My thoughts spiraled to my family and their possible deaths. It made me sick to my stomach as I pictured my dad’s face twisted in pain, covered in blood. Even though I didn’t like him and all that he’d done to me, I still didn’t want to think about his death. Christy didn’t deserve any of this either.

I rested my elbows on my thighs, leaning my forehead into my palms as I continued to rock my legs.

Hands slipped through my hair and cupped the back of my head. I gasped and whipped my head up, finding Daiman and Lucien standing before me. I shot to my feet and wrapped my arms around them, squeezing them to my chest.

“I was worried,” I croaked, holding back the tears.

Lucien tipped up my head, and his mouth descended on mine before I could say anything. I returned his hungry kiss with all I had. Daiman pulled back, allowing Lucien to drag me against his chest while our teeth knocked together and our tongues tangled.

I panted as Lucien drew back, gazing down at me with half-lidded eyes. Daiman pinched my chin and turned my head, his mouth covering mine. His kisses were a tad sweeter but still primal. He jerked me into his hold, squeezing me against him as his hand cupped one of my ass cheeks.

He ended the kiss and leaned back his head, staring at my flushed face. “It’s done, angel. They won’t ever hurt you again.”

A lump formed in my throat, and I dug my fingers into his shirt. They weren’t covered in blood like I thought they would have been. Instead, they looked like they’d just cleaned up and dressed in clean clothes.

Lucien wore a charcoal three-piece suit again. I would have tackled him to the ground and ridden him like a pony if it weren’t for my nerves and guilty conscience. He must’ve noticed the hungry look I gave him, because he smirked.

“How about we have brunch?” Daiman said, breaking the eye-fucking between Lucien and me.

“So that’s it? We move on and pretend like you didn’t murder my family?” My voice cracked.

Lucien slipped his hands into his pockets. “We’re doing exactly that, little sinner.”

“What about my house? My cat?”

As much as Slinky didn’t like me, I didn’t want her to be left for dead.

“You have a cat?” Daiman asked.

“Yeah. She kind of hates my guts, but . . .” I let my words die, forgetting where I was going with that.

“Then we’ll get the cat and bring her here,” Lucien offered.

I bit my bottom lip and nodded. Slinky could just hide away and come out when I wasn’t near her. She was still my pet, and I didn’t want to give her up.