Chapter Twelve
The Psychopath Barrington
“Bring who down?”
“The psychopath Barrington,” James says…
Just hearing his name summons my deepest fears. “Satan is everywhere,” Pastor Orman would say from his pulpit every Sunday. “In our homes, our churches, our hearts, our very souls. He comes like a thief in the night. There is no escaping him. There is nowhere to hide. It is only through faith in Christ Jesus that the demon can be pulled out of the core of your soul like a weed from the garden.” I’ve tried to pull the weed out but it has now spread, even to the lips of my Dom. No matter how hard I try there is nowhere to escape from his reddish-brown horns, the color of a centipede. There is no escaping him. There is nowhere to hide.
“Ever since you noticed the scars on that young woman
