Thots and Prayers (Final Girls)

by Tylor Paige

We’d left Shelley Vale over a week ago because we’d accidentally murdered half the town.

“You think if you tried to leave, I wouldn’t find you? Ten years I was gone, but I knew your whereabouts the entire time. You aren’t going anywhere, but nice try.”

“Take your penance,” he ordered in a low growl. I opened and closed my mouth, and slowly, lowered myself to my knees.

The man recited his prayer, and Constantine muttered along with him, trying to hold it together. He pushed my hand away and fisted my hair, shoving me down as he erupted. “Yes, good! Don’t stop,” Constantine growled, and the man repeated the prayer as Constantine pumped into my mouth, spilling his seed down my throat. “Amen,” both men said in unison.

The man on the other side’s god may have forgiven him for his sins, but there’s no way he’d forgive us for ours.

More like wife, partner, love of my life, part of my soul, the breath I breathed. My everything. My... companion.

Fuck, if there was a hell, I was definitely going to it. Not for all the murders I’d committed in Shelley Vale or the other places, but for what I was about to do to this town.

If she was pissed off now, she was going to be raging mad when she found out that the car was fixed two days ago.

“Are you... okay?” I asked, needing to know his heart and mind were back to normal. Constantine didn’t speak for a moment but then nodded. “Yeah. You know, it was fun for a little bit, but I think I may have taken this whole thing a little too far. They just really irked me. I don’t need their thoughts and prayers. I don’t need saving. I just want to be treated kindly.”

My men looked at me in the middle, and I inhaled deeply. “Just keep religion out of it and I’ll be down for just about anything.”