Twelve
Her Phantom
Saint
S he was fucking perfection. Everything Sin had described. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
“She’s our fulfillment. The answer to every single one of our prayers,” Sin whispered in my ear.
But God didn’t speak here.
I only did the devil’s work. And I’d enjoy every single second of it.
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