Dark souls

12|Heavenly bodies

The first boy to ever see my naked body was a church alter boy. His name was Owen. He wasn't religious, but neither was I. His parents forced him into the 'job' because they said he needed to get closer to God. I wasn't religious because I knew that if God was real, my parents wouldn't have left me here, and I would have someone to love, and I would be happy. 

Owen wasn't religious, but he worshipped my body like a goddess. So I'd spread my legs for him, like the pages of a Bible. 

But holy water can't fix the sins we had committed. The stolen looks of lust as I would take the bread of God onto my tounge, him by Priest Piotr, holding the golden tray under my chin. 

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The pub suddenly started to get hotter, as the boy I was sitting with- whats his name again? - started to play with the frilly hem of my underwear. I leaned in closer. The talking and laughter drowned out, my head was foggy. The boy stood up, extending a hand. 

"Come with me." He simply said. I obeyed. I didn't think about where he was leading me, or if this would be a one time thing. I was thinking about the butterflies in my stomach, floating around making a wonderful feeling run through my veins. 

His long fingers intertwined with mine, he walked up the stairs of the pub, to the small sitting space which was empty. The space had book shelves, a chair,  a teapot with dried out peony flowers. He leaded me behind the many books, gently but hungrily pushing me against one of the shelves. 

His blissful touch left light pink stains on my skin, like cherry blossom petals falling from the sky. His lips were soft, they reminded me of honey. Delicate and sticky, his lips moved with mine, plastered onto eachothers. White dots covered my eyelids as his hands touched me in wonderful places in wonderful ways, the sweat collecting on the back of my neck, my happy breaths clouding my ears. 

Until I heard footsteps. 

"Missy?" 

"Who's that?" 

"Missy-?" The boy stopped and put a hand on my shoulder. I sighed through my nose as I see who was calling my name. 

"Missy!" Tom Riddle plasters a confused look on his face. "You told me you were-"

"We're busy." The boy says. I widen my eyes. Did he really say that? I pull up one of my dresses sleeves, as they fell off in my moment of euphoria with the boy. I ran some fingers through my messed up hair, walking towards Tom. 

"Come." Tom says, wrapping a hand around my waist like a snake coiling around it's preys neck. I turn to the boy I was just on a date with, his eyes looking between me and Tom. I tilt my head to the side. 

"What's your name again?" I ask politely, hearing Tom try to hide a chuckle. 

"Florian. Florian Pearl." The boy stutters, as if in shock that I didn't rember his name. I smile, I'm sure he'll remember mine. 

Tom tugs on my waist, walking away with me close by, suffocating me lightly. We walk down the stairs, out the pub, onto the street. Once we get out in public again, I struggle out of his grip, letting my calm composure slip quickly. 

"What the hell Tom?" I exclaim, furrowing my brows. He licks the inside of his cheek, staring me up and down for a good minute. His eyes skid over my body, meeting my eyes. 

"Whore." He whispers.