CHAPTER 3: ALTAR ASS-FUCK
EVE’S POV
Night Three
He drags me through the village like a prize sow while my wrists remain bound in those same pulsing black vines that still throb with last night’s c*m.
The ruined chapel looms at the edge of the woods where stained-glass saint stare down with cracked faces as moonlight bleeds red and blue across my naked skin.
My t**s bounce with every stumbling step while my n*****s ache from how hard they are, and my p***y stays slick and swollen from the walk as it drips a shameful trail behind me like I’m marking territory for the devil himself.
He kicks the doors open so dust swirls. The altar is cracked marble with centuries of prayers soaked into it, and he bends me over it without ceremony.
My t**s smash against cold stone while my n*****s s
