You thought when you saw me at the farmers market today you would save me. You had to start in on me with your preaching and your holier then thou attitude. You wouldn’t let me leave even when I told you that wasn’t what I believed. You had to back me into the corner and spew your beliefs on me. Beggaring me and continuing to insist I needed saving.
Who needs saving now bitch?
I waited for you in the shadows when you finally let me go. I know how to capture little bitches like you. Now your sitting there looking at me with tears running down your face praying to a God that isn’t going to save you.
You love your Jesus so much I am going to show you what it feels like to be him. The cross is constructed, the thorny crown is made, the whip has been laced with razor blades, all while you watch and repeat your silly prayers.
I drag your limp body to the cross and tie you down and still you keep on with the endless prayers feeding my desire to bring you down. By the time I am done you will admit that you are wrong. And I can’t wait because your going to do it one way or the other.
Funny how silent you fall when I grab the hammer and the first long, rusty nail as I position it over your palm. Your prayers are now sobs aren’t they?
You should have left me alone.
I cum in pouring gushes as you scream when I hit the nail on the head for the first time driving it into your flesh. I am not hitting it hard enough for it to go threw in one swing…no this is going to take a bit. Each scream brings a fresh round of cum running out of my pussy.
I think before I do the other hand and your feet I will shove these thorns into your tender scalp and relish the sounds of your pain.
No one can hear you from our spot in the woods and it thrills me to see you urinate all over your self as I inflict more pain.
Your a pissy little bitch now aren’t you?
When your all nailed down and I use the pulley to hoist you up right I tingle at the look in your eyes as I loft the whip in the air.
It’s going to be along and lovely night for me, not so much for you.
You messed with the wrong evil bitch sister!
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