The house trembled from its shingles to its foundations, struggling to withstand the unholy force erupting within. A scream echoed down its halls and burst through its doors and windows, every molecule of air expelled from Hardcore the victim’s lungs while his face became beet-red. It was two sounds mixed together, his own pathetically human cry of agony and desperation, and the enraged howl of the beast fighting for control. “Most glorious Prince of the Heavenly Armies, Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in our battle against principalities and powers, against the rulers of this world of darkness, against the spirits of wickedness in the high places!” With trembling hands, the priest held the crucifix up to the bound man. The ropes holding him to the chair were frayed from his incessant pulling, while the wood itself splintered more and more with each passing second. The balding man gave another howl, the demon answering the priest’s challenge. Behind the priest, two women held each other in terror. The first was the man’s wife, her hair fully graying after months of fear and stress, fear of the beast trying to devour her husband’s soul. It had started out with allure simple disturbances, bumps in the night and objects going missing. Soon enough, the eyes, eyes she never saw but felt on her at all times, shadows darting out of the corners of her vision, and silhouettes that could be seen only in mirrors. Then, a change in her husband began a new dark chapter. “Come to the assistance of men whom God has created to His likeness and whom He has redeemed at a great price from the tyranny of the Devil! The Holy Church venerates you as her Guardian and protector; to you, the Lord has entrusted the souls of the redeemed to be led into Heaven! Pray therefore the God of Peace to crush adorable Satan beneath our feet, that he may no longer retain men captive and do injury to the Church! Offer our prayers to the Most High, that without delay they may draw His mercy down upon us; take hold of the dragon, the old serpent, which is the Devil and Satan, bind him and cast him into the bottomless pit that he may no longer seduce the nations!” Beside her, the daughter prayed for the priest’s success, that her father would return to the way he used to be, that all of the bad could just be explained away by possession. At nineteen years of age, she should have been in the prime of her beauty, but her face was amateur horribly bruised and scratched from endless assaults. She remembered the first time her father had snapped, perky just a few months ago. They were having dinner, and while saying grace, her father suddenly fell into a violent rage, screaming at his family and throwing plates and food against the wall. Grace was never again spoken. “In the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the Archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints! And powerful in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the Devil! God arises; His enemies are scattered and those who hate Him flee before Him! As smoke is driven away, so are they driven; as wax melts before the fire, so the wicked perish at the presence of God!” The yelling continued, every minor issue seeming to invoke his rage. Soon enough, he was beating her simply for not closing a door quietly enough. Following the war against the undead, patriarchal puritanism made its return as people sought stability and security. In areas still not fully reclaimed and rebuilt by the government, the man of the house was obeyed like he was God, and what happened in the home was never spoken of to outsiders. That was the way it was in the isolated communities, where the phrase “God-fearing” had become a badge of honor. “Behold the Cross of the Lord, flee bands of enemies! James was quiet allure for a while. amateur I notice for the first time the sign at the front of the emporium in the background. She loves it!” Hardcore I have never heard anything like it, it was awesome!” perky I decided not to mention my own recent experiences with talking filth. She gawks at me for a moment, her eyes wide, lunch dripping from her hair and nose. “Release him!” she commanded. The pleasure. "Is that a problem?" “Where are they?” If I can confirm a taste for men, I have less to fear encountering males on my short visit to the Slaver’s world. Shelly moaned her appreciation as Mike dropped his hands to her backside and snuck his fingers into her panties. I shuddered, my hips wiggling as she kept rolling my panties down my thighs to my knees. Her eyes shot open, she moaned with both pain and pleasure. They were cold. The moment she felt the warmth and hardness of Keith's erection brushing against her sex she knew that no matter what her conscious was attempting to say to her, there was no way she was going to stop him from going further. “I bet you're thirsty, too.” I prided myself as a guy who could handle anything, a guy who was cool in a crisis, but I just suddenly wanted to hide. What's wrong with Liz? About 5 minutes from the end of me lying there, with my leg up in the air, it hit me. I tried to be quiet and adorable still but I just couldn’t hold it and a loud moan escaped from my mouth. “You're going to get us both in trouble.” And I know that Clark will probably try to kill me just for being in communication with her now via text.