[St. Cecilia Slayings 02] • Corrupted

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭. - 𝟐 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝟏𝟏:𝟑

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I let her go.

Her, the killer.

The very same killer I’ve been after for almost a decade.

After catching her in the act and chasing her onto the rooftop, what transpired in her presence allowed a greater evil to sink its claws deep within my already disheveled psyche.

An evil I never knew existed.

One so debased and perverse, I know I can never speak of it.

Not even in the house of our Lord.

No, especially in the house of our Lord.

Confession won’t cleanse me anyway, for to repent, one must be open and honest.

And I am neither these days.

I’m not just harboring one secret now, I’m hoarding several, each one attributing to what could very well be my ultimate demise.

My job.

My sobriety.

My goddamn heart.

Everything lies at risk, held captive and torn to shreds between two women.

Both whom exude malice.

Both whom are forbidden.

Both whom have led me to the corrupt edge of insanity.