The Man Of Sin: Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: Chapter 6

... interesting for me to simply dispose of. Let’s make things fun. I’ll give you the chance to find a way to defeat me. Who knows, maybe I’m wrong and there is something in this world that can bring me down once and for all. I’ll give you one shot to find that chink in my armor, but here’s the catch: you have to do it without telling anyone who I am until you actually make your move. You can’t mention me as the Antichrist or even by name and then collaborate with others on how to defeat me. Until we meet again for our final confrontation, you will be on your own. Good luck.” Continuing to laugh to himself, Xavier walked away, leaving Thane to kneel there with his mind racing. Xavier was leaning against the hallway windows, writing in a small day planner. Helena approached him, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. “Did you do anything to Sophie?” He looked up at her. “Excuse me?” “Did you do anything to Sophie? She doesn’t look right, like she’s sick, which is the same thing everyone has been telling me since I met you. Did you rape her again? Did you restore her memories? You didn’t leave a task for me today.” “No, I didn’t do anything to her. As for your tasks, I’ve decided to give you a break while I come up for some new ideas. Relax, I just found some new toys to play with.” “You’re despicable,” she hissed. “And yet you speak to me with much more ease than before. Your posture, your crossed arms, that annoyed scowl, and especially your tone tell me that you’ve become ...

... used to having me around. You accused me of raping your friend, but you spoke to me like I was just some troublemaker, or a friend you were worried about who is always late for class. Before long, you’ll be confiding in me, asking me for favors, and feel relieved and even happy when you see me.” Helena’s body tensed up from his teasing. “In your dreams! You’re delusional!” She stormed off, but stopped after a few steps. She spoke with her back to him. “So you really didn’t touch her?” Xavier sighed and continued writing in his planner. “No, I didn’t do anything. Relax, you can trust me.” She walked away, and once she left, Xavier closed his book and tucked it away in his pocket. He strode down the hall and made a turn, smiling at the sight before him. Sophie was leaning in the nearby corner, panting and flushed in aguish. She hadn’t heard the conversation between him and Helena. Seeing her rapist made her whimper with fearful tears rolling down her face, but she worked up the courage to speak. “Please, take it out, I’m begging you. I really have to use the bathroom.” Xavier chuckled and walked by her. “Follow me.” She stumbled after him, down another two corridors and into a janitor’s closet. Inside, he locked the door and turned on the light. “You said you were begging, but that didn’t really seem like begging. Beg like a proper slave to her Master.” Sophie wiped away her tears and clutched herself, trying to ease the pain in her gut. “Why are you doing this?” Xavier grabbed ...