Page 52 of Caressed By Sin
Fatou
The imposing black church stood before us, looking haunted and foreboding. It was located on the outskirts of the city. A graveyard surrounded it.
It made me feel like there was an unseen presence lurking inside, swallowing the light and exuding demonic darkness.
With each step closer, I studied the property some more. The church had inky black siding, midnight black shutters, a huge black door, and even glossy black windows that reflected images like mirrors.
A massive black cross decorated the roof and was outlined in red glowing lights. On each side of the cross, a dark gargoyle statue rested. Their wings were spread wide as if they were getting ready to take flight. Their faces twisted into a brutal snarl.
Thank goodness those are just statues.
Yet, as we walked up to the church, I swore the gargoyles faces bent down. Their eyes seemed to follow us.
Azar whispered to me. “Don’t look at the gargoyles. They don’t like when people stare. I believe it triggers their primal urge to hunt.”
I touched the garter under my dress. “They are alive?”
“Most certainly.”
I shivered.
“Fatou you must remember this.”
I breathed in, steadying myself.
“The beings in this church, see you as their enemy. Your existence terrifies them. For some, you are the boogey man, so properly play your part this evening and keep your needles to yourself. If not, it may be difficult for us to get out of here.”
“I understand.”
Azar tugged the leash, making my choker move. “Remember, Fatou. Who are you to me tonight?”
“I am your sex slave.”
“And you will do all that is required.” He licked his lips.
“We are only getting information, Azar. That is it.”
“Certainly.” Azar led us up the black stairs. “But, you must play the part, if necessary.
And if I tell you to bend over, then. . .”
“I will bend over.”
A deep growl left him.
“However, Azar, we will not need to have sex. We’re here for questions.”
“Just play your part.”
I frowned.
We approached the door. A black knocker shaped like a skull was in the center of the door. Azar whispered something in another language.
The skull glowed bright red.
The door screeched open.
My heart banged in my chest. “What. . .language was that?”
