Page 59 of Nun’s Prayer

Allowing himself to be sodomised, permitting Margaret to use him for her satisfaction. Was he unaware that a woman existed solely for a man’s pleasure? Not her own. That contradicted God’s plan. Women were for serving a man and child rearing, and this weak, sick bastard went against everything men stood for.

When I took her, I’d take him too. He’d feel the passion of God’s Wrath and would beg for his divine mercy, but it wouldn’t be coming. God had no use for meek males. Margaret would watch me send this coward, this abomination, to hell. That would return her to the path, but deep down, I knew it was too late. The Devil owned her soul, and there would be no turning back for her.

Margaret was damned. She’d need to die for her redemption, but I could get her there. With God’s hand steering mine, Margaret would shed most of her warped sexual activity. She’d repent and beg on her knees to me, and I’d rise and smite the darkness from her. With me, Margaret would cleanse her soul, and even though the Devil had a grip on her, I could end it.

Margaret would see genuine power, understand what I was capable of; she’d fall at my feet, begging me to lead the way. And because I was so magnanimous, I’d help. One bloodied step at a time, wickedness dripping from her fingers, perhaps Margaret might earn her wings after all! She’d demand my adoration because through me, she’d get God’s love. And I’d be the true master, showing her the way.

Margaret would forever be mine.

I smiled as my body shook with God’s rapture and his seed spilt from me. Margaret would be beautiful, clean, and pure once more. I’d handle it.

Nun

I saw the A4 envelope slide under the door, and my spine tingled in warning. Shit. I grabbed a tissue off the side and picked it up.

“What is it?” Blue asked, approaching and kissing my shoulder.

“I think it’s from that… stalker?” Could I call him that? I’d received two things from him, so did that class him as one? Or was he a fan?

“Susan has gloves, stay put,” Blue said as I sat down at the table. We’d ordered in tonight for dinner, and the plates and dishes had just been cleared away. Susan and Kiki had gone for a late-night swim—the resort lit the swimming pool up after dark and made it pretty. They’d wanted to take a dip since they’d seen the pictures.

“Here,” Blue handed me a pair of thin gloves like doctors used, and I opened the envelope. It was heavy, but I hadn’t expected photographs to fall out. A stack of about twelve sheets of A4 paper appeared, each crammed with about ten images.

The first few pages were of me, leaving me disturbed. There was me getting coffee, heading into the Royal Ink or another business, and some with me outside the clubhouse. They were shot with a long-range lens. After that were visuals of torture featuring my head positioned over the model. The scenes were graphic, and I winced. The final few made me pause.

“What the fuck?” I hissed.

“Babe, could these be AI?” Blue murmured in shock.

“No. I think they are real. Cyber ran that previous image, but nothing came back.”

“She needs to run it again. And you need to call Wylde. The police might have a serial killer on their hands.”

Disturbed, I looked up and nodded. Goosebumps broke out, and I felt chilled. The women in these pictures had been tortured to death, and they’d all died hard. There was no coming back from that. And what had been done following that?

My stomach heaved, and I raced to the toilet. I reckon he could be called a stalker.

As I vomited everything up, I heard Blue on the phone. “No, Prez, these are bad. Wylde needs to come, and Cyber’s gotta run them. I believe they’re real… Thanks, Prez… No, we’re in the suite, Nun is throwing up… do you blame her? I would too. This fuck is focused on her… Yup, I think it’s a warning… Cheers, Prez.”

Blue’s boots clunked on the floor, and he pushed over the door. He squatted down and rubbed my back. “Sapphire and Wylde are coming. They said to use gloves, and don’t touch anything.”

“Did you notice two pictures were taken here?” I murmured.

“Yeah. You don’t go nowhere alone,” Blue stated, and I nodded.

“Sorry about this,” I muttered, getting up and brushing my teeth.

“It’s not your fault, but Christ, shit has been hitting the fan recently. Should we leave?”

“No, Kiki is having fun. I don’t want to ruin that for her.”

“Nun, she’d put you first,” Blue said.

“I know, and I don’t wish for her to. Kiki has earned this break, and she’s enjoying it so much. Even if we go home, he’ll still find me,” I replied, heading back to the table and tapping on the images.

“How did he get near with no one noticing?” Blue worried.

“Those were taken using a long-range lens. He didn’t get that close. But he’s documented most aspects of my life, which is beyond worrying. He’s even stalked us to the club; this is me and you entering the Royal Lounge.” I tapped on a page. Blue agreed.