Father Vaughn
They shouldn't have looked at her.
They shouldn't have laughed.
They shouldn't have followed her.
I slipped into the shadows behind them, silent as incense smoke curling towards the rafters. Their steps were careless, full of swagger, but every movement they make is written down in the book of judgement. I am the hand that will turn the page.
One of them pauses, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes skim past me, unseeing. My lips twitch into something like a smile. Men like him don't get far until it's too late. The adrenaline rushes through me making my pupils dilate. It was like taking my hit of something addictive. My little moth will be impressed by the present I will give her tonight.
I keep close enough to breathe in their heat, the sour, pungent smell of sweat and alcohol laced with something that smells like piss. My heartbeat steady and measured as though I'm in the confessional. This is sacrament.
The night air thickens when I choose my moment. They approached her place, splitting at a corner, laughter cracking the silence. I follow the slowest one cause, why not? He doesn't hear me draw near, not until the world stills around us, until all that is left is just us. I knocked him out with just a punch to the back of his head. I dragged his body aside and wait for the others to come looking for him. One by one, using the bat I picked from the ground, they all fell unconscious. Taking my phone out, I called for assistance to take these fuckers to the underground where I end people.
I watched her yawn unknowingly. I deprived her lunch after all. I quickly ordered three large boxes of pizza enough to fill her tummy, just the way she likes it. I glanced around, a granny was staring at me. I smirked, I had no intention of hiding what I do from Sylvie so I let her live to witness of course.
I got into my car that I had parked a distance from here but not after I made sure she is ready for bed. My little moth is gradually becoming fearless, drawn to the flames, to danger. I drove down to my torture room which is a tunnel in the middle of nowhere.
I approached the entrance, took out my key to it and opened the door. I pushed the grass and shrubs I used to cover the entrance and stepped in closing the door behind or should I say above me. I used a flashlight to navigate my way through the dark corners. The pungent smell of decayed bodies and blood hit me but this was the most addictive smell after Sylvie's scent of course.
There they were; trembling, shaking uncontrollably, hanging from the ceiling upside down. Their whimpers ignited in me, excitement. My cock throbbed painfully in my slacks. I took out my screwdriver first and then my blunt ritual knife and a bunch of other things I want to use to humiliate them. "Gentlemen fear not, I just want clarity on something," I said, taking off my gloves. "I just want your cooperation."
"Fuck you bastard. Get us out of here you psycho maniac." One of them yelled at me. I frowned, I didn't the chaos he's emitting. I took my screwdriver and shove it into his chin so deep when I pulled it out; chunks of his tongue came out. I stabbed in into his left eye to ensure his demise more appropriately. The others who were raging as well kept shut and began whimpering. "I didn't like the sound of his voice anyway. Now, quick question, why were you maggots following her?"
"I...I swear I don't know what you are talking about. We were just fooling around," One of them said, whimpering and at the same time wetting his pants. I got annoyed and grabbed his hands clamping his fingers with a finger clasher. His cries of torment echoed, his friends screaming in fear and crying, saying their last prayers, all excited me even more. "I ask again, why were you maggots following her?"
"We wanted to rob her," One of them cried out, his nose already leaking so much snot. "And?" I pressed further. He sniffed, growing silent. I shrugged, taking my whip that was made out of human spines and whipped them each across their chests, faces, backs, dicks, everywhere. Blood dripped out of them but I wasn't done yet. I cauterized the wounds and started over again using a heretics fork on each of them because they have to stay awake to answer me. I hated being snubbed.
"And what did you intent to do with her?" I asked again. "We...we..wa..wanted to...ra..rape her." They all said in unison. Anger coursed through me at other men touching my little moth without my permission, not that I'll agree, and hurting her. I pictured her tears and whimpers and fury boiled my blood. I took the pear of anguish, something looking like an anal plug with spikes and shoved it each up their asses without lube.
Their torture continued even after they all passed away. No one and I mean no one messes with my woman. I immediately get to work, after all I have presents to wrap for someone special.
I watched her expressions, she appears to be zoning out. Her habits drifting for the way it has always been. The way she eats, her reading patterns, how she drank her coffee as in hurried. She was caught off guard and I wanted to know for sure whether she liked it or not. Whether she was just startled or nervous about the police.Her expressions threw me off guard and made me more irritated than I usually am.
I dismissed my class thirty minutes earlier, she wasn't paying attention. She wanted to leave as well but I grabbed her wrist pining her to the wall instead. Her cheeks grew pink and her breath hitched. Good...finally she was paying attention to me.
"Where do you think you are going?" I growled. "You drive me mad, you know that?" She gasped when I slid my hand up her back feeling her soft skin beneath the clothes. "Let me just hold you like this...for five minutes."
She stayed still, breathing unevenly. "Relax...I'm not gonna hurt you," I said, inhaling her scent a bit more. "Did you not like the presents?"
Her shock was evident as she pushed me away from her and I let her. Her frown was deep and confusion filled her expression. I know because I've seen it before except this one is deep. "You sent me those severed parts?" She whisper-yelled, pointing her index finger at me. I wanted to lie so desperately but I rather she love me for who I am not what I pretend to be even though I'm pretending. "Yes I did."
Her bag fell from her shoulder; her hands flew to her hair, pulling the strands. "Why did you do that? Do you know I could get in trouble for this? Who were those men?"
"Those men followed you home. I made sure they didn't do more than that," I said, rage coursing through me at the thought. "No one will hurt you, I promise that."
"Do you even hear yourself? You are a priest, with a ten- year's age gap, you can't be saying that." She said softly, like she was trying to talk to a psycho. I hated being called that.
"And so what? It's unhinged and fucked up but are we not broken in our own twisted way. It's not even top five on what I've done and what I will do. You don't know how hard it is to sit here all day watching you without touching you because of fucking society."
"But it is sin," She muttered softly. "You call it sin, I call it truth. Then why should I repent from wanting you?" I said softly, almost like a whisper.
Her cheeks reddened taking my feral state in, my dishevelled state. She turned away from me and stepped out leaving just me. I let her go; there are some things that don't require chasing. I passed my information; she'll willingly come to me.