Chapter Seven
ZENAYA
The fact I am in charge of this new program is annoying and to make matters worse, the only two inmates in the program are none other than my stepfather and stepbrother.
I know Davin is only here to be closer to Brax and Korbin, but having the three of them all in one place again is playing havoc on my emotions.
I set them up with tasks, then rush into my office where I have been hiding out all day.
I figure the longer I can avoid them the better.
I place a call to the Abyss requesting for the new priest to arrive sooner but as expected, she told me to pray for patience and he would arrive when he does.
I’ve been praying all day for patience and understanding, and begging for forgiveness for the sins I committed last night.
I never should have allowed those three strangers to touch me, use my body or have me bending to their will, but I was lost to the need unfurling inside me.
I shut that train of thought down as I feel myself begin to grow hot and needy.
I drop to my knees in the middle of the office and begin to pray.
“Give me strength, Father, to rebuke these thoughts and feelings I have inside me. I know it is wrong of me to envision the events of last night and to think about my stepbrother, stepfather and Davin the way I have been. Please grant me some of your strength to beat these feelings and help me stay the course you have set for me.”
My prayer is cut off when a knock sounds at the door.
A part of me is tempted to ignore it and act like I was on the phone and didn’t hear them knocking, but I can’t do that.
These men are under my watch like the sheriff said and if they fuck up, it’s on me.
I climb to my feet and walk across the room.
I open the door a smidge to see Korbin standing there.
I dart my tongue out to moisten my lips, hating the fact that just the sight of him alone has me clenching my thighs and trying to think about anything else except for how good he looks.
Four years has really changed him. His brown hair is longer now so he can tuck it behind his ears.
His green eyes aren’t filled with humor or love, they have a hard edge and I hate that I am the cause of that look.
“Everything okay?” I rasp out.
His eyes flash with anger. He lifts his hand and I see an envelope in his grasp. “Some guy dropped this off for you,” he says, then tosses the letter. I fumble with the door to try and catch it. Korbin stalks away, earning a scowl from me.
“Lord help me,” I grit out through clenched teeth as I bend down and retrieve the letter from the ground. I close the door and head back to my desk so I can open it. There is no name on the front which is odd but I tear it open and remove the letter inside.
Time to confess, sister.
Your sins are ours to bathe in.
Tonight you will atone for one of your sins.
Make us wait and we will come to you.
Defy us and those three who stay with you will know how much of a whore you truly are.
Midnight, follow the lit path in the woods.
The Devils.
I sit here shaking and rereading the letter three times before the words finally sink in.
They weren’t kidding, they meant it when they said they would use me and if I didn’t change their minds they would out me on the Fourth of July.
What do they know about me? If this is the game they want to play, then so be it.
Father, please turn a blind eye to the events of this evening. I must sin in order to win.
I walk with purpose into the woods, my head held high.
If these three think they can manipulate me and use me, then they have another thing coming.
I have already been blackmailed once before and I won’t allow another fucking person to do that to me again.
So what if we fucked. I’ll pray for forgiveness and be reprimanded by the Abyss and probably be kicked out of the convent, which is the last thing I want.
My faith is all I have, I don’t have any family.
Both of my parents are dead and the only family I had hates me and currently sleeps in the rooms beside my own.
I follow the lit path through the woods. Tonight I chose to come in plain clothes, not wanting to lose another habit. I got an earful from the Abyss this morning on the phone when I requested another one be sent to me. I have no idea why she has to be such a bitch about everything.
The air is humid and sticky, the shorts I’m wearing have me feeling exposed—it’s been a long time since I showed this much skin in public.
I’m wearing a tank top that has the tops of my tits on display and I feel very exposed, but I fake it and act like I am a confident woman.
I won’t allow these assholes to get the better of me.
As I push through the last of the shrubs and make it into the clearing from last night I freeze.
There is a fucking tub sitting in the center!
A sane person would turn around and run a million miles in the opposite direction, but not me.
I’m too fucking nosey for my own good and head toward the fucking thing.
I keep looking around for the three masked devils but don’t spot them anywhere. The mirrors are still in place from last night, as are the lanterns. They cast an ominous glow to the area and I suddenly don’t feel the humidity in the air as a chill runs through me when I peer inside the tub.
“Oh sweet baby Jesus,” I breathe out. The tub is filled with blood!
Rational thought finally takes over and I turn to flee but halt at the sight of the three masked devils standing at the edge of the woods, blocking the way I came in.
Tonight they don’t wear their robes, instead the three of them are shirtless and wearing low-slung jeans that rest on their hips.
The sight of their abs flexing has me biting back a groan.
All of them still wear those creepy red contacts. The one in the middle steps forward and I tense, ready to fight my way out of here if I have to. I refuse to be murdered and have a local hiker find my body in a tub filled with someone or something's blood.
“Whatever sick game this is, I’m not playing,” I snarl.
The one in the middle cocks his head to the side and studies me like I’m a piece of art. I remain still, allowing him to get his fill of me.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you looking like this.” I stare at the masked devil in confusion.
“Seen me in what?” I ask.
“Remove your clothes and get in the tub,” the one on the right says, as he moves forward and stands shoulder to shoulder with the other guy.
“No. I am not getting in that fucking tub,” I hiss.
“You won’t be in there alone, sister,” the one on the left says as he slowly moves toward me and begins unbuttoning his jeans.
“Take a leap of faith and let us show you how good the dark side can truly be.” He pushes his jeans down his toned legs to expose his erect cock, and my eyes are instantly glued to that glorious Dydoe piercing.
I swear, Father, I will repent tomorrow!