September 14th
Milly stands in full physical form, glowing softly in her ethereal radiance. She’s wearing a button-up vest over a white, collared, long-sleeve shirt and tie; the tie matches her golden eyes. The vest is a warm emerald green, bringing out the rich red of her curls. My eyes trail down to the ankle-length, black skirt that flows around her as she walks toward me in her heeled leather boots. I forget everything as I take her in.
She takes my breath away in ways I’d never imagined, removing all of the fear in my body quickly and replacing it with a rush of lust. I’ll never tire of her surprising me.
Milly smirks at me as she saunters over. “My, oh my… I cannot deny, the sight of you bound like that is a rather intoxicating image,” she purrs, her finger tracing along my jawline. I tremble under her touch. “I distinctly recall warning you to be careful, Shadow.” She raises an eyebrow at me, and I flush at her intensity.
“Would it help to know that this was all accidental?” I try to shrug as she smirks at my weak excuse.
“How did you get in here?” Josie shouts over at us, alarmed.
I roll my eyes and lean over to the side to glare at her for interrupting my moment with Milly.
Milly turns over her shoulder and appraises Jocelyn. “Miss Jocelyn Brown, what a predicament you are in as well.”
Josie lifts her nose at her. “How do you even know my name?” She frantically looks between both of us.
Milly clicks her tongue in a scolding action as she returns her gaze tomine, moving the hair that has fallen out of my bun behind my ear. “How could Inotknow who the daughter of the esteemed Priest Brown is? Really, the man did murder me, after all.”
Josie’s jaw opens and closes like a gaping bass out of water. “No–no, he didn’t murder anyone. He’s a prestigious priest. He follows God’s word. You’re not dead, you’re physically right here,” she protests.
Milly rolls her eyes and leans down to kiss my cheek before vanishing. She reappears suddenly in front of Josie, causing her to scream in surprise.
“How—”
“Be silent, foolish girl. You know full well what your father has done, things you have been a part of. You can no longer hide behind innocence—your sins are catching up to you.” She smiles viciously at Josie.
Josie starts to cry harder again, shaking her head in denial. “You can’t be here, though. You had to have moved on to Hell. Heaven and Hell, that’s where we all end up. How?—”
“Oh, I assure you—I am dead. I am a victim of the rituals, and this has been my hell.”
Josie’s eyes bulge at the realization, and she starts to thrash against the bindings that do not give. “Please! Someone help me! I don’t belong here! Please!” She starts to scream as Milly unties her necktie. She prowls over Josie, shoving the length of the tie around her mouth and tying it around her head in a tight knot. Josie thrashes as her sobs and screams become muffled, garbled sounds.
“Mm. Much better.” Milly turns her back on the writhing Josie, smiling at me. She starts to unbutton the top of her collared shirt, her breasts beginning to spill over the vest. I swallow as I find myself pulling against my restraints.
“I’ve heard you are here in need of cleansing, my shadow.” She straddles my lap as Josie’s groans intensify, but remain quieter than her high-pitched screams. I smile as I feel her cool, thick thighs lie on top of mine.Heat rushes to me in response to her body as I lean my head back to look into her eyes.
“You’re driving me crazy, Milly. But shouldn’t we be working on escaping?” I force myself to stutter out.Yay me for being responsible in this life-or-death situation.
She continues unbuttoning her collared shirt until she reaches the waist of her vest, where the buttons begin. Her breasts lay heavily in a white lace bra against the cinch of the vest, teasing me as my mouth waters. The pink of her nipples shows through the lace, hardening into tight peaks. I soon realize that I’ve been staring at them for far too long.
I shoot my gaze back up to Milly’s eyes, her smile a full grin. “Milly,” I start to question what she’s up to when she starts to rock her hips over mine, gently pressing her breasts into my face at the same time. I bite my lip as I glance back and forth from her eyes to her chest.
“Why don’t we cleanse you now, my shadow? Here, in this confessional with a witness. Tell me, tell her—how does my dew wash away your sins?”
I can’t hold back the moan that slips between my lips at her words. They ignite me as I start to feel my clit throb. I lift my hips, desperate to feel her friction against me. “Please, wash away my sins. Please,” I whimper, leaning forward into her breasts as they brush against my face, my tongue tracing along the lace.
“Say my name,” she breathes out, head rocking backwards in pleasure.
“Milly. Milly, please cleanse me with your touch,” I pant.
“Good girl, Grace,” she murmurs with warmth as she places her hands through my hair. She pulls my head back slightly as I fight against the pressure to get to her again.
I manage to flick one of her peaks with my tongue as she lets out a melody of moans. I groan at the response of her body, her nipple hardening even further against the flick. She releases some of the pressure and pushes my face closer once more to her breasts.
“Thank fuck,” I mutter as I close my mouth around the material on her nipple and bounce my movements between sucking and nibbling as she adjusts her position. Her thighs now straddle one of mine as she drops her weight, rocking roughly against my leg.
“Yes, Grace…God, yes,” she whimpers as I continue to tease her plump breast. I suck on her nipple and release it with a loud pop, panting as I stare into her eyes. She halts her motion as she smiles softly at me.
