Thots and Prayers (Final Girls)

by Tylor Paige

THIS BOOK IS RATED R * * * Thots and Prayers is a horror romance novella with topics that can be upsetting, uncomfortable, and for some, triggering. I encourage you to consider this list to know exactly what you are going to see while reading this book. This story features religion, making fun of religion, non consensual drug use, knife play, religious role playing, crucifixion, forced public sex, and mention of murder, blood, and hinted incest.

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.

“She is one of my traveling companions,” I explained, my stomach twisting with the lie. Companion? More like wife, partner, love of my life, part of my soul, the breath I breathed. My everything. My... companion.

Giving me nightmares while making me come was my favorite thing about you. Let’s do it.

I fucking hated organized religion.

At least, in this role. A little consensual non consent, or even dubious consent, was fun every once in a while.

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.

He’d fully embraced the role of corrupt priest. Now that he had his own room, he spent his nights alone, huddled over the table in there, piecing together fucked up sermons to shout at the townspeople. It was like Satan himself had stepped into town.

“I hate you.” “Good. Fuck me like it.”

Hate sex was fucking good. 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.

There was no fucking way this town was this controlled so fast. He had to be giving them something. Had he gotten into the water? The wine. Holy fuck. He was a diabolical genius.

Eisley began to move, and my brain turned off completely. It was pleasure, it was pain, it was hot and scary, and exciting.

“Should we burn it down?” “No!” Kansas and I shouted in unison. Constantine shrugged and turned to get in the car. “I mean, it was worth a shot. I think I might be becoming a pyro,” Constantine joked.

“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.”