No woman had ever made me feel anything, emotionally or physically. I thought after all that was done to me, after losing Magdalena forever…thatpart of me had been destroyed. My cock had never reacted to anyone since. But the pleasurethe demoninstilled in me… It fooled me into thinking I had finally found someone worth giving up everything for. I can’t allow myself to be angry with her. It’s not her fault. It’s the demon possessing her.
When I allow myself to think of howitmay have also driven her to slowly crawl into my heart, to take advantage of my inexperience with women, I can taste my bitterness on my tongue. My anger was uncontrollable the day she attempted to kill me. That’s why I simply left her down here the first night and didn’t come back for days. She was nearly dead when I returned.
I rather die before allowing that to happen again.
I push all those petty thoughts away, shut down my feelings, and turn off the speakers that have been repeating the Litany of Saints to her all night. In the cell next to hers, with only the dimlight bleeding in from the halls, I untie the pillows from my body and prepare to perform her exorcism by putting on the surplice and the purple stole, as the Vatican advises.
Her moaning and sobbing cuts through the silence straight into my heart, shattering it. She weeps so beautifully, like a choir of angels from the heavens. She could recruit a storm as easily as she calls my tears. They well in the back of my eyes.
“Please!” she cries, her voice faltering in energy.
I kneel on the floor, praying that I do not lose my soul today. “May the lord forgive me for ever thinking there could be anything better than his house, the church, which has saved me time and time again.” Inside, I beg for mercy and forgiveness. But my mind remembers the beauty of her swollen throbbing pussy after I’d sucked on it, how it felt on my tongue. The memory already has my cock begging for her sweet amazing hot mouth. I want her saliva all over it. I want to feel the closing of her throat at the base of it. Her crying in the background mixes with the memory and all the blood in my body courses to my cock, which only helps in reminding me how amazing the dual pleasure was, pulling cries of euphoria from her while she sucked on me. Dizziness attacks me. I want her now more than ever. My hunger for her is infinite. I am so afraid it will never cease, like a terminal feverish disease.
I need to feel her come on my lips, to taste her, to hold in my arms her euphoria-overfilled convulsing body again. It was the only moment in my adult life I’d ever been truly happy, with her in my arms, sweating, crying, climaxing. It was the only time life didn’t feel heavy. The only time I could be free of my horrible past.
She’s the only thing in this universe I’ve wanted for decades. But all that needs to stop. It cannot go further than the walls in this room or that demon will destroy both of us. “May the Lord forgive me for thinking there could be anything morecomforting than his mercy, grace and miracles. In saving this poor defenseless soul, I serve only thee, Lord. Amen,” I repeat my plea to the Lord time and time again, until I’m sure I’ve convinced both of us that I mean every word even though we both know that I am so intoxicated with her, that I would follow her to the pit of hell.
She’s all that matters now. It’s been weeks like this and still, her weeping cuts through my heart. Still, my forbidden hunger for her is as intense as the first time, as if it’d happened yesterday.I don’t want to hurt you, my little angel of death, please, please understand, I’m trying to save you, save both of us.
As I stand, I wonder how long I’ve been kneeling. Did I lose hours again while trying to mentally prepare to take care of her?
In the bathroom, I leave the nightgown I collected from her bag. Then I grab the book, the restocked pyx, and chrism and place them in a wooden box to carry into her cell.
God, please, please let it be over,I beg as my turning of the lock to her room makes the metal scream. I’ve been meaning to oil that door yet every day, I forget.
Her palms bang against the inside of the iron maiden with so much force that the chamber rocks a little. “Killiiiiiiaaaaaaan!” The screech pierces at my ear drums and doesn’t sound human at all as I walk in.
I sigh. Obviously, it’s not over. The realization steals all my hope, and energy. I pause while staring at that horrible chamber, containing her, separating us. After laying the box on the wooden table, I pick up the cross, kiss and lift it while chantingpsalm 53.
“SAVE me, O God, by thy name, and further my cause by thy power, O God, hear my prayer; give ear to the words of my mouth.”
“Father, get me ouuuut!” The demon gasps every breath as if her body has been running a marathon. “Get me the fuck out of here!” No one survives a whole night in an iron maiden with that much energy. She’s been standing for thirteen hours.
We are running out of time.
If this demon doesn’t free her, she might die, or I may have to ask for reinforcement. I don’t want the church to take her. They will kill her. Besides, the Lord gave her to me to save. I know this is a test, and I may have failed the first part but I will save her.
She is mine. Mine to save.
Her hurried, flushed breathing fills the silence.
“Father…” It pauses, trying to catch its breath. “I don’t—Please. I know you’re there. Please, Father. I’m sorry. I had no choice,” she weeps, violently, so convincingly. Oh my heart would love nothing more than to believe her every word.
“I had no choice. I promise you I didn’t. Please! Let me explain. They tricked me. I would’ve, would’ve died for you.” She coughs. “I would’ve let them kill me… I didn’t… know.” Her voice weakens with every word.
Despite all my logic, hope springs inside me like a little boy expecting the Christmas present of his dreams. I walk up to the chamber, rush to open it and her sweaty dirty body pours into my arms. Fat drops of sweat coat her skin, especially her forehead. Her dead weight pulls me down with her so that I’m kneeling while carrying her. She’s covered in the holy water I poured from the top through the chamber’s holes. The smell of human waste attacks my nostrils. Her body quakes violently making her teeth chatter. She can barely hold her eyes open while looking at me. A slight smile pulls at the corner of her mouth as if she’s relieved to see me.
I get up and lay her flat on the table. With my holy oil-wetted fingers, I trace a cross on her forehead. “I implore thee God, please help me free this beautiful angelic soul from the devil.”Her face falls to the side, away from me. “Demon, tell me your name.”
She doesn’t answer, having lost consciousness. I sigh and push myself off the side of the table, frustrated.
Nothing has changed.
After taking in the dirty state of her body, I can’t wait anymore. I undress her and discover the thick long scars. My fingers tremble in the air, trying to resist but I cannot help it, I trace the thick scars across her belly while wondering about their origin. Was she sick? The two scars do not connect so these were two separate operations. This is why she always hid her body from me, never fully undressed, despite trying to seduce me? God, almighty what has this creature done to me? A powerful need to erase the scars and the pain she must have felt overwhelms me. If I manage to save her from this demon, will she forgive me for the scars I’ve added to her back? Will she understand? The lashes from the whipping are still healing on her back. “It’s all to help your body get rid of this demon, deadly angel. I promise I’m just trying to save you.”
She remains unconscious as I carry her into the bathroom and even after I wash her unconscious body with a soapy rag. Then I lay her in the tub and fill it with hot water. The steam rises. Her skin quickly grows red but she doesn’t wake. The chains around both her wrists wouldn’t allow the demon to accomplish much other than to lie there if she woke.
I pour some holy water into the bath. Immediately, her body stirs. She begins to convulse and sob as if she were having a nightmare. “Sir, please forgive me. Please.” While she repeats her besiege and kicks at the water, I pray out loud, trying to overcome the high volume of the splashing.
