The Pope

by L.P. Lovell

‘For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.’ - 2 Corinthians 11:14

I want her broken and crumbling. I want her crawling on her knees for me, begging for salvation only I can give.

I’ve never even bothered with women past a few nights of pleasure, never understood the concept of love. But as I look at her, so beautiful, so broken, I realise love pales in comparison to this…obsession. There’s very little I wouldn’t do to have her.

“But I’m your wolf, little lamb.”