Devil's playground

Collecting souls

She grew up plagued by men thoughts invaded her head. She was baptised so many times still it never erased. Her deal with him was strong. As she grew older her body grew and she became a woman. No one wanted her and death wouldn't take her. She tried and it was like a punishment. She thought she found peace and forgiveness but just as she calmed her mind tortured her. Her body ached for touch she was a virgin and she fantasize about the priest. The priest during confession. She confessed her sins and cried. "touch him " her mind screamed she reached out and impulsively touched him. "ohhh god.. s...s...sorry" fear written on her face. He changed like the others. He stood up. His mind blank. 'dont be my dear child" then he kissed me. I push him off me. His hands roamed up my shirt. "I can be whoever you want" he lift my shirt and pinch my n*****s. I whimper as I felt a strong power overcome me. "Look at me child" he said and I listened. I couldn't break my gaze. He touched me and I let him. Then I saw anger and hate. He was hurting me. "another soul my sweet child I knew you were perfect" I heard the devil. I shake my head and I heard the priest ask weakly. "are you going to leave me?... When can I see you again?" Jealousy filled his eyes. He grabbed her without thinking and said "you heathen woman of blackness satan you worship. How could you?" He gone mad they always did. He punched me and dragged me by my hair. "repent my child save your soul" he beat me with a Bible and then he took his rosary. He choked me with it trying to kill me. I saw my vision darken and the  most beautiful man smiled and he said "give in child you are too weak" then she felt a enormous amount on invasion and Realised it. Ashamed her hands were touching herself. She moaned. The priest kissed her.