as he yelled. I apparently saved the best meal for last.
I felt myself drifting off into my trance. I was in the same church, but it was misty as usual with the nuns approaching my naked body.
I was on the floor which was full of silk. The cross in the church was not Jesus on it, it was the priest who was crucified on it.
I guess this wasn’t a very holy dream.
The nuns removed their nun outfits, and were carrying the priest blood, cause I could smell it. They poured the blood on me, and massaged his blood all over my body.
I licked the blood off my arms, and fingers because it tasted very sweet. I was being pampered by the nuns.
One of the nuns ate me out, and one of the other nuns massaged the blood on my body.
The last nun began kissing me. All this while the priest on the cross watched. He was still alive but very weak. That was his punishment.
I had no control over my trances, but I knew the priest was in hell!
After I woke up from my trance, I found myself beside the dead priest. I roamed the church looking for gasoline, and found some in a storage room, where the priest’s car was. I took the priest, and tied him up on the crucifix.
I opened the gasoline container, and spread the gasoline all over the worship room.
I lit the church on fire since it was full of sin. I watched as the fire spread and grew. I sat in the back, and watched the priest burn to ashes.
There was no doubt in my mind that he was burning in hell. I abandoned the church as soon as I saw the priest was burned to ashes.
Chapter 5
I missed the days where I hung out at Starbucks with my friends. I lived in a small town, yet Starbucks was there, and it was the place to be.
It was a cloudy crappy day outside. We were a bunch of nerdy girls, and loved reading our vampire novels, and loved surfing on our laptops, hoping to get noticed by the guys that walked through there.
My friends were Jenna Appleton and Gina Willowing. Jenna sat across from me.
She was kind of conservative, with her short blonde hair, braces, glasses, and jogging clothes.
She swore they were her comfort clothes.
Gina was the funny one of us.
She was loud spoken. She had short brown hair, wore blue jeans, and a tight white shirt, always dabbed on too much make-up, and loved to surf the net with her fancy pink style laptop.
Both Jenna and Gina had the latest Iphones, but I had my crappy blackberry phone. Starbucks was the main hangout for students.
For us, it was our hang out after school, on the weekends, even some holidays, when we had nothing better to do.
There would always be a line up at the Starbucks.
Hot guys , and not so hot guys would walk in. Even stuck up girls we hated walked in to get their fix of the day. “Look at the meatball.” Gina said laughingly.
Gina loved to make fun of all the guys that walked into the Starbucks. We found her very amusing most of the time.
We would sit there, sip our lattes , and indulged in our treats to go with them. We were just full of silly comments, and spend our time talking about the guys that were in the Starbucks.
“He’s way too muscular for you, Gina.” Jenna said. Gina loved hulky looking guys, and Jenna would always find a way to judge the guys Gina would stare at.
We sat around for a few hours a day, craving almost all the guys that walked in. It was a meat market for us gals.
One day the craziest thing happened. Zach Roundtree walked right in the Starbucks, ordered his coffee, and sat right beside me.
He was a quarterback on the school football team. He was a true pretty boy. Long brown hair, blue eyes, perfect smile, and charming.
There was a moment of awkward silence. “So, this is where ya’all hang out.” he said with his unusual southern accent. “Yep, this is the place to be.” Gina said awkwardly. Zach started talking about how his team would win first place that football season, and blabbed on about how the girls were all over him. He was
I felt myself drifting off into my trance. I was in the same church, but it was misty as usual with the nuns approaching my naked body.
I was on the floor which was full of silk. The cross in the church was not Jesus on it, it was the priest who was crucified on it.
I guess this wasn’t a very holy dream.
The nuns removed their nun outfits, and were carrying the priest blood, cause I could smell it. They poured the blood on me, and massaged his blood all over my body.
I licked the blood off my arms, and fingers because it tasted very sweet. I was being pampered by the nuns.
One of the nuns ate me out, and one of the other nuns massaged the blood on my body.
The last nun began kissing me. All this while the priest on the cross watched. He was still alive but very weak. That was his punishment.
I had no control over my trances, but I knew the priest was in hell!
After I woke up from my trance, I found myself beside the dead priest. I roamed the church looking for gasoline, and found some in a storage room, where the priest’s car was. I took the priest, and tied him up on the crucifix.
I opened the gasoline container, and spread the gasoline all over the worship room.
I lit the church on fire since it was full of sin. I watched as the fire spread and grew. I sat in the back, and watched the priest burn to ashes.
There was no doubt in my mind that he was burning in hell. I abandoned the church as soon as I saw the priest was burned to ashes.
Chapter 5
I missed the days where I hung out at Starbucks with my friends. I lived in a small town, yet Starbucks was there, and it was the place to be.
It was a cloudy crappy day outside. We were a bunch of nerdy girls, and loved reading our vampire novels, and loved surfing on our laptops, hoping to get noticed by the guys that walked through there.
My friends were Jenna Appleton and Gina Willowing. Jenna sat across from me.
She was kind of conservative, with her short blonde hair, braces, glasses, and jogging clothes.
She swore they were her comfort clothes.
Gina was the funny one of us.
She was loud spoken. She had short brown hair, wore blue jeans, and a tight white shirt, always dabbed on too much make-up, and loved to surf the net with her fancy pink style laptop.
Both Jenna and Gina had the latest Iphones, but I had my crappy blackberry phone. Starbucks was the main hangout for students.
For us, it was our hang out after school, on the weekends, even some holidays, when we had nothing better to do.
There would always be a line up at the Starbucks.
Hot guys , and not so hot guys would walk in. Even stuck up girls we hated walked in to get their fix of the day. “Look at the meatball.” Gina said laughingly.
Gina loved to make fun of all the guys that walked into the Starbucks. We found her very amusing most of the time.
We would sit there, sip our lattes , and indulged in our treats to go with them. We were just full of silly comments, and spend our time talking about the guys that were in the Starbucks.
“He’s way too muscular for you, Gina.” Jenna said. Gina loved hulky looking guys, and Jenna would always find a way to judge the guys Gina would stare at.
We sat around for a few hours a day, craving almost all the guys that walked in. It was a meat market for us gals.
One day the craziest thing happened. Zach Roundtree walked right in the Starbucks, ordered his coffee, and sat right beside me.
He was a quarterback on the school football team. He was a true pretty boy. Long brown hair, blue eyes, perfect smile, and charming.
There was a moment of awkward silence. “So, this is where ya’all hang out.” he said with his unusual southern accent. “Yep, this is the place to be.” Gina said awkwardly. Zach started talking about how his team would win first place that football season, and blabbed on about how the girls were all over him. He was
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