Dark Desires

1. Unforeseen Circumstances

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Present Day (2016)

"Bless me father for I have sinned." Situating myself within the small, enclosed booth I stared ahead at the screen window to where shallow gasps of air could be heard from the other side as I waited for a response to come through.

"Yes, my child?" Came a reply, the voice of a man whose words were laden with a rasp that deeply reminded me to that of a fifty-year-old smoker.

"I...have done some terrible things that I need to get off of my chest." I said, my voice laced with remorse as I let a sob slip past my lips.

There was a shuffle from the other side of the screen, "Then feel free to tell me your sins."

I sighed before taking in another breath in hopes of keeping my breathing as leveled as possible.

"It all happened about a month ago. Me and...a friend were out messing about, getting up to absolutely no good. We had spent most of the day fooling around up at Triveka Park, where Mill Rose lake is, when we saw her. She couldn't have been older than thirty and looked to have the weight of the world on her shoulders. Eyes idle of any emotion as she trailed by us without a care. You see, my friend, he's drawn to individuals who display qualities like her,"

"Like what exactly?" The priest asked, voice soft and comforting as he waited for me to continue with the story.

"Weakness. Vulnerability. It's his Achilles Heel I guess you could say. My friend, he approached the woman out of pure curiosity and was shocked like myself to find who she really was."

"And who may that be?"

I paused.

Letting the silence hold for a moment.

"Melanie Mosby. Let me say that I was absolutely flabbergasted when I realized our luck." I said, a gasp invoked by my words from the other side of the wall as I listened to the steady heartbeat of the priest speed up dramatically.

"This may seem informal, but are we discussing the Melanie Mosby? The local legislator who they found-"

"Dead in a Ronald McDonald outfit in the woods. Yeah, tragic isn't it?" I said in witty remorse, releasing a chuckle from under my breath before reaching inside my leather jacket to retrieve the dagger I had had hidden away from prying eyes.

There came another shuffle from behind the screen, "Y-you s-said this happened a month ago today. Melanie Mosby died August 3rd, and today it's September 3rd. Exactly one month since..." The coils in his head must've went into full gear as he seemed to have finally put two and two together and released a quiet curse confirming my suspicions.

"You shouldn't curse in the house of the Lord, Father." I chided, feigned innocence in my voice as I waited for his next move.

"I think you need to leave-"

"Leave? Oh, but I didn't even get to the good part yet. Like when my friend forced her into confessing all the scathing black market deals she has participated in the past year and to whom the grand master of said deals were. Julian Castano? A real bastard if you ask me. Smuggling young girls into Europe and forcing them to be sex slaves? Really?"