The Man Of Sin: The Series - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: The Series

... before. His lips curled back, revealing his bleach-white teeth. “You have no idea what suffering is,” he laughed. In the hours that passed, Helena waited for sleep to come, but it never did. She didn’t quite expect it to of course, after the day she had. She had gone the whole day without eating, but she wasn’t sure she would ever have an appetite for the rest of her life. She swore she could still smell it on her hair, the smell of blood and entrails, no matter how hard she had scrubbed in the shower. At 1:00 am, she finally sat up, unable to stay in that bed any longer. On the other side of the room, Sophie was sleeping peacefully, even snoring. Being as quiet as she could, Helena got dressed and left their room. Students weren’t allowed to wander the dorms at night unless they had to go to the bathroom, but at this hour, who was going to stop her? With her eyes long-since adjusted to the dark, she made her way out of the dorms and into the cool night. Crossing across campus and sneaking through two other buildings, she at last reached the place she wanted to go: the university church. It had been built when the school first came to be, and since then, had gone through renovation after renovation to try and accommodate the always-growing student body. Every Sunday, students had to be organized in shifts with sermons going on late into the night. Reaching the front door, she silently thanked God when she pulled on the handle and didn’t meet any lock. Trying to keep the ...

... hinges from squeaking, she opened it just wide enough to slide in and closed it behind her. The vast church was dead silent and still, barely lit by the moon and stars shining through the glass, though in a way, that made it even more beautiful. The air rich with the smell of bible pages and incense long-since burned, she wiped some holy water on her forehead from the nearby basin and walked down the long aisle. Coming out past the pews, she knelt before the giant cross on the back wall, the statue of Jesus looking down at her while she clutched her own crucifix. “Lord, please, if you can hear me, I need your help now more than ever. I… I don’t what to do. I thought I had prepared myself for hardship in order to join the Swiss Guard, but after today… please… give me the strength not to lose my way.” “He won’t answer you.” For the second time, Helena felt a blade pierce her heart, this one colder than the icicles that would hang outside her window at home during the winter. She turned around, seeing Xavier moving down the aisle towards her. “Xavier, what are you doing here?” “Following you. It seems I went a little too far when I crushed those three insects.” His voice was different from before. It was much deeper but very dry and even soft with certain words. It barely sounded human, and there was a force behind it, one that weighed down on Helena in way she had never before experienced. She wanted to step back but found her feet seemingly glued to the floor. “You? You killed ...