The Confessions of a Madam & Her Thug [sample]

Prologue

Angel

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The sound of my heels echoed loudly throughout the place of worship, as I slowly sauntered down the long aisle. I admired the glow of the candles that lit up the entire perimeter of the building. Glancing up, the ceiling was so high that I believed Goliath could walk through here with no problems and take a seat during Sunday service. Turning my attention back towards the front of the church, I continued to examine my surroundings, not only because I was slightly enjoying the details and decorations, like the large cross with Jesus hanging from it, also because I was making sure I noted all exit routes just in case I was spotted walking through the door and the cops were called. I knew eventually I was going to spend the rest of my life in prison, but I did not want to start today. Today Im going to act like I was a well-behaved citizen of this lovely country and confess all of my sins while making promises I knew I was not going to keep.

Approaching the stage, I took a step forward and stopped directly in front of the endless rows of candles. Some were lit and others werent. Picking up a half melted lit candle I moved a few inches to the right and stopped in front of a brand-new candle that had yet to be touch by any source of flame. Ever so lightly I touched the burning candle to the wick of another candle, and watched it instantly burst into a blaze. A small smile appeared on my face as I watched the candle burn. Placing the half-melted candle back in its original spot, I just focused on my candle. Most people looked at a candle and admired it for its ability to release amazing scents that could make them think of all the happy times in their life. Me, ironically, I admired a candle for its ability to represent more dark and sinister things. For example, a candle to me represented a life source and when that ended, someones life also ended. Yes, I should not be thinking sinister thoughts, but I couldnt help it. Its my personality, my life and unfortunately, I enjoyed all things sinister, from movies all the way down to serial killers. Stuff like that gave me life, death especially. It brought so much joy to my life that I couldnt go a day without it, which was what brought me here. I felt like I needed to confess my sins and express all the sinister and demonic thoughts I had been having.

Closing my eyes, I said a small silent prayer asking for forgiveness. When I was done, I stared back up at my Lord and Savior hanging on the cross. I examined the crown of thorns on his head, the holes on his hands and feet, and the fake blood dripping down his face. It was sad that he had to suffer that way for us, but I did give credit to the people that came up with the idea of torturing someone in that nature. I mean it was pure genius if you asked me. I couldnt help but to think about how much pain it had to be for someone to endure that. Staring at the recreated image of Jesus dying on the cross brought on an unexplainable sadness, but also awakened my imagination and ideas started to form in my head. Smirking, I took one step back still staring up at the image.

Amen. I said before I turned my back towards it and stepped down. Leaving behind my burning candle, the endless rows of benches, and the few congregation attendees that were in the church, I headed towards the confessional. It took me a minute to find it but when I did, I knocked twice.

You can come in lost child. The priest disembodied, raspy voice said through the door. Opening the other door, I walked inside and immediately sat down since there wasnt much room in a confessional. Closing the door, I was confined in a tiny dark space not able to see much. To my right I could hear the priests breathing, but I couldnt see him. Sitting straight forward, I crossed my legs and then began with the sign of the cross.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been years since my last confession. I admitted in a whisper, but still audible for the priest to hear me.

What sins brings you here today my child?

Sighing deeply, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. I have so many that it may take all night just to name them all. Do you have that kind of time Priest? Sarcasm oozed from my voice and a smirk formed on my face.

I am here for as long as you need me, my child.

Well Father, you better sit back because this is going to be a long ride. For these are my sins, but first Im going to start from the very beginning where it all started from. I took in a deep breath and then let it out, as my mind instantly took me back to when I was just a naïve, misunderstood, deprived child.