It takes some effort for Zack to hold him up and for me to impale his already fucked-up hands to the wood, but we manage it.
Leaning into Zack’s side, I take in the scene surrounding us.
“Thank you, Zack. For all of this. There aren’t many people who would go to all this effort for their partner.”
“You’re more than worth it.”
He cups my cheek and leans down. His tongue drags along my lips before pushing inside. I want to fuck him again already, but in my heart, I know I’m done with this place.
After our kiss, I say, “I’m ready to move on.”
Zack understands me completely. Without another word, he grabs a canister of gasoline from the backroom—another one of our supplies we left here earlier—and douses Stone in it before pouring a trail to the door.
“We weren’t the first and we won’t be the last,” Stone coughs out. “Your little vendetta here is ultimately fruitless. Those girls you think you saved will all remain whores.”
“It’s better to be a whore with free will than a prisoner here.”
We stand at the doors, ready to leave this place one final time when I’m hit with a disappointing realization. “We forgot something!”
“What’s that?”
“My bouquet.” I pout sullenly. “I must have left it in the car.”
Zack pulls a box of matchsticks from his pocket and bunching them all together, he lights them up.
“Here.”
“Oh, baby! It’s perfect!”
Carefully plucking the matches from his fingers,I stare at the flames before turning and tossing them over my shoulder. A warm feeling of peace and happiness washes over me as the gasoline scorches a path up the aisle.
“You were right about one thing,” I shout over to Stone. He doesn’t ask me to elaborate. He’s too busy screaming as the flames eat their way up his robes, but I’m gracious enough to tell him anyway. “I am a little sinner.”
Epilogue
CHLOE
FOUR YEARS LATER
“Ineed to make a confession.”
“Please, go ahead. This is a safe space,” the priest on the other side of the confessional says softly to me in his rich Italian accent.
Keeping my voice small, I reply, “The thing is, I want to trust you, but the things I’ve done…they’re so sinful. I’m not sure how to explain the way they make me feel, other than dirty.”
“Sinful thoughts are nothing to be ashamed of, and I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to help, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me exactly what you’ve been experiencing. Have your…” He clears his throat. “Have your feelings been sexual in nature?”
Well, that didn’t take long. Zack’s going to be gloating so hard that he won this bet. I thought the priest would at least try and hide his true nature until I’d given some details on my sinful acts.
“They have!” I squeak out innocently. “How did you know? Have other girls come in here feeling the same way?”
He pauses for a moment. “Yes.”
“And you were able to help them?”
“Yes.” The way he has to force the word out and the rhythmic sounds of him beating himself off make me gag.
“Would you mind telling me how? I’m still a little nervous about all of this, but I really want to learn how to be a good girl.”
