Prologue

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"I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love."
-marilyn monroe

Her black robe was in shreds, only a little amount of fabric left on her body.

Unholy

There's no way for her to escape.

A tall handsome man in his late 20's watched her with his tense gaze.

It was intoxicating but yet sinful.

Strong arms,broad chest, chiseled jaw.
His face wasn't like anything she seen before. Yet dark but dare she say.... alluring.

Dear Father God forgive me.

He had lips that could make you melt at slight curve of them when he smirk.

His eyes were so intoxicating...yet forgien. Burning bright like ignited fire at night.

Dear God this man drives her crazy but not least, he makes her ache in places she never did before.

Father John always preached to us not to give in to temptation but he is the definition of temptation.

And yet she liked it.

Here she is wanting to run from this.. exotic being.

His hands tighten around her silky curly hair.

"Aaaaahhggghh...!!"

She cried out in pain. He snickered at her pain,a humorous glint in those glowing eyes.

He was running his long slim fingers over her tattered robe and exposed skin causing her body to tremble.

Father Forgive me...

He looked into her eyes with such greed and pain.

"You don't know how painful it is to see you walking away from me. You are mines little one. I will make your life a living HELL angel."

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