The Flash Friday Fiction gang are the best damn group of perverts you'll ever read.
Every Friday we write flashes of precisley100 words inspired by a given picture.
He'd fled here for sanctuary but she was already there, waiting.
She smiled. A knowing smile, a smile that knew so much yet hinted she knew even more. Her eyes, as dark as the habit she wore, as dark as the habits she'd indulged him, smiled also. The rosary lay at her feet, just as he soon would. His heart was as ripped as her stockings and already hers; his torn soul was about to follow.
"Please, I never meant to..."
"No, but you did, didn't you? And now it's time for you to pay. You are mine now. Forever."
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