"Two days later"

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I couldn’t take it anymore.

After days of brutal, relentless fucking, my body was completely wrecked. My pussy was swollen and sore, my nipples bruised from his mouth, and my legs could barely hold me up. Father Maxwell had turned into an animal — fucking me on the altar, in the hallway, in the confessional, and everywhere else he could drag me.

So I ran.

While he was busy with morning prayers, I packed my bag, slipped out the back door of the church, and ran all the way home like the devil was chasing me.

Grandma Nelly was shocked when I burst through the...