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for
the demon instead. Take her in there now.” He pulled out a knife
from his gown and cut the ties attached to Jagger’s arms and legs,
then moved the knife to his nether regions.
    “ Padre !” Alberto yelled out.
    The priest threw Alberto an indignant
glare. “I’m just untying him.”
    “ You speak in riddles . For all I know, ‘untying him’ could mean freeing
him from his manhood.”
    The priest shook his head, a
small laugh escaping. “I meant it literally. I’ve already told you
I wouldn’t cut him.” He turned back to Jagger, who appeared to have lost
consciousness. He started cutting the rope from Jagger’s genitalia,
then pocketed the knife and scooped Jagger up into his
arms.
    I stared at them, the scene surreal, making me
think of the Renaissance paintings of martyred saints: A beautiful
naked man in the arms of a black-cloaked priest—a sacrifice, given
up for the sake of a religion. But I knew there was nothing holy
here, only insanity claiming Jagger’s body.
    Alberto pushed me towards the
bathroom, snapping me back to reality. As we entered the room, he
shoved me against the bath. My knees hit its exterior, making me
yelp.
    “ Get in the tub,” he
growled.
    I climb ed into the freezing water and
wrapped my arms around myself, shivering from both terror and the
cold. Was the priest going to baptize me, to cleanse me of my
‘sins’?
    The priest entered and handed
Jagger’s limp form over to Alberto. “Wake my angel up, Alberto,” he
said, his cold blue eyes moving to me, “I want to show him how I killed his
first lover.”
    Alberto’ s eyes widened. “You drowned
Sophia?”
    “ S ì ,
and I will do so again until she no longer rises from the depths of
Hell.”
    “ Padre , this is not Sophia, you know that.”
    “ Maybe. But the
wit ch will
still die the same way.”
    Knowing what was coming, I pushed up,
aching to deck the priest after what he’d done to Jagger, but his
hands shot out faster than I anticipated, knocking me into the
water. I went down hard, hitting the back of my head against the
porcelain. My mind went blank, then in the blink of an eye,
freezing water was filling my mouth, choking me, making my throat
close up. Panicked, I grappled at the hands holding me under the
water, desperate to get free. Fingernails dug into my flesh, the
grip relentless. Jagger yelled out, begging Alberto to save me,
offering himself up, the priest’s angel pleading for my
life.
    My lungs screamed, my throat froze,
my mind went hazy ... then everything went black.
    Episode 3 Coming Soon
     

 
     
     
    About
the Author
    Marita A. Hansen is from New
Zealand. She loves writing, creating art, watching and
participating in football, and running. She ran her first marathon
in 2012 and is now planning on completing many more. For more
information on Marita check out these links:
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Name: @MaritaAHansen

Other books by Marita A. Hansen
    My
Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 1 “Taken”
    Behind
the Hood
    Graffiti
Heaven
    Behind
the Tears
    Behind
the Lens
    Don’t
Peek (The Diaries of a Teenage Girl)