Page 8 of Satan's Priest

And show me how holy you can be,

You pray to a god,

That you don’t believe,

And, oh, my little sinner,

You believe in me,

I’m going to show you,

How evil I can be,

Don’t tell Father what we do,

God cannot save you from me,

And, oh, my little sinner,

You believe in me,

I’m going to show you,

How evil I can be,

I’ll leave behind bruises,

On your skin,

I’ve turned a good girl bad,

You’re my little sinner,

Who prays only to me,

Baby, I plan on tarnishing you with my sins.”

The song ended, and the lead guitarist went into the next song, the singer bobbing his head to it. I watched with my heart in my throat, a small smile on my face as I got lost in the music. Closing my eyes, I swayed, singing along and forgetting I was in a crowded place. I couldn’t stop grinning because it was so surreal that I was in the same room with my favorite band.

One song turned into two, then three. The whole time, I kept my eyes closed, singing my heart out while covered in goosebumps. They sounded amazing live. The music thumped through the large speakers, rattling my eardrums, but I didn’t care. It quieted the voices in my head and my racing thoughts.

I opened my eyes, still singing.

My breath caught in my throat, and I stumbled over a few lines as I noticed the lead singer’s face turned my way. But he could have been looking at anyone. It was hard to tell because of the mask that hid his eyes.

As if he knew what I was thinking, he held the microphone in one hand, and the other reached out to the crowd, his fingers curling at me.

My face tingled from the weight of his gaze, and I quickly swatted that away in my mind. There was no way he was looking at me.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned softly as he brought his hand to his bare chest and slid it down to his stomach and lower as he sang about fucking a woman.

I couldn’t breathe as I watched him put on a show, touching himself.

When the song ended, he broke the trance he held me in by turning his back to the crowd as the next song started.

Layla turned to me. “I need to pee!”

“Well, go.” I nodded my head to the back of the room where the small bathroom was.