I clear my throat. “Delilah,” I call a little louder. “Do you renounce Satan and his wicked ways?”

“I do!” she gasps.

“Then come.”

…I swear my dick gets a little harder when I say that. I never claimed to be anything less than wicked as hell though, so, sue me.

“Come and be cleansed.”

I dip her under, and she squirms against my hands. And then, it happens. She must lose her footing on the bottom of the tub or something, because suddenly, she falters. She scrambles and scrabbles as she about slips out of my hands. But I move fast, and I grab her tight and lift her...