You are a reporter in the small town of Wye in Kent.
After the old Reverend Jones finally passed away, the village is in turmoil.
The reason for this? Reverend William Ransome.
Behind his back, all the women call him Ransome, the Handsome.
And you t...
Chapter 8 is finally finished! I am again really sorry that it took me so long.
Pictures are from Pinterest :)
This time it will be really... well I don't want to spoiler anything, but be aware and don't read it in the dark.
Please be aware: - mention of crime - mention of dead animal - explicit language - explicit naming (like wh0re, etc.) - horror elements
Nontheless, I hope you will enjoy this chapter as well as the others before 🙂If so, don't forget to like / comment please ❤
Now, here's chapter 8!
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Your POV
You stood nervously in front of the mirror. The scene was familiar to you: David was lying on the bed behind you, but this time without a lolly in his mouth, watching you rummage through one item of clothing after another.
"Baby, let me help you. If you keep up like this, we'll miss Mass and poor Reverend will be sad then." He swung himself up, already in his best pair of jeans and a burgundy shirt that he even tucked into his waistband!
"Easy for you to say. It's much easier with you men..."
"Excuse me?" David turned in shock and looked at you with a pout on full lips. "Do you know how long I've been thinking about this exact pants-shirt combo? We men worry just as much as you women about how we look and what we want to wear on special occasions. So – shut up, sweetie, and now put this on." He held out a white dress with a blue and green flower pattern, which had a smocked bodice. You stared at the dress and then at David.
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"Never. That... I don't even know how that ended up in my closet!"
"I know how. I was supposed to go shopping for some summer outfits for you back then because you broke your foot three years ago. Remember that? And there it was. But you..." He gave a short theatrical sniff and his lip quivered. "You've never worn it! You will look incredibly adorable in it! So go ahead, put it on." His previously high-art voice became deep and demanding towards the end.
"But... But it has puff sleeves... to the elbow... And ruffles!" You crossed your arms over your chest, pouting.
"Either that or you go naked, young miss. Go ahead! Otherwise, we will really be late!" With that he threw the dress at your head and was on his way out, but then he stopped again. "You should wear those. They don't have such high heels and don't look slutty." With that he put a pair of sandals on the chest in front of your bed. In it you kept your winter clothes and the thicker duvets.
With a sigh you surrendered to your fate and slipped into the dress. Of course, it fit like a glove. David was incredible about that. You looked at yourself in the mirror and considered putting your hair back up. Or, as usual, in a ponytail... But you would leave them undone today. You kind of got the feeling that Will frankly liked your hair better...
