My fascination for the profane has not stopped; rather, it has intensified. Some people would say that I am “blessed” to find such a kindred spirit in Francis; others would say that it’s the devil’s handiwork that we’ve found each other. Regardless, there will be our favorite dessert…carnage…in our wake!
I had planned to go into church for a victim, nothing special…just someone who was so stuck in her head that she didn’t see the wolf behind her. Really, I was bored and craving excitement. And, I certainly found it! My sadistic instinct told me to go around back to the church. And, I knew it: there was pain right behind that brick and mortar. I could almost hear the screams; when it comes to pain, my senses are like any wild animal.
Low and behold, the church was set-up much like my house…with the dungeon tucked nicely away from prying eyes. The door was ajar, which meant the victim was certainly indisposed (sly grin). But, when I turned the corner, I was looking at a nun accomplice! It was really too good to be true!
She seemed to be cooking the head of a woman in…yes, I’m fairly sure that it was a chalice. “Yes, my little one,” the nun said in a rather irritated voice. I asked her what she was doing with the tube in the woman’s mouth. “She’s being infused with seasoning, dear,” the nun said. As I admired her work, she seemed to tolerate my presence more. I began helping her prepare the body; she said that it was for a special friend of hers. “I underestimated your sinful nature. It’s quite unusual around here to see someone like you,” she said as I followed her instructions and crammed some carrots into the victim’s ass. “My name is Francis,” she said. And, I knew it was the beginning of a beautiful, wicked, twisted relationship.
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