Maximillien Bussola often laughed in the face of death. She was sinister, cold, maybe even a bit psychotic. Crossing paths with Genevieve Menza was nowhere in her immediate life plans. This singular event would change the trajectory of her life, she just didn't know it yet.

At this point, Jennie was truly beyond salvation. She gave into one of the most deadliest sins, reveled into the pleasure of it, and allowed it to stain her once pure soul. "Oh my god," Jennie gasped. Lisa chuckled. "Your God isn't here, baby. It's just you and me." Mature Content Warning: This story may contain content of an adult nature. The chapters within are intended for adults only and may include scenes of blasphemy, sexual content, and suggestive pictures. Reader discretion is advised. g!p