‘No! Anal sex God is not listening to you.”
Breaking free of the weights holding her to that spot, Helena stepped back and held out her cross. “Really? Xavier began to chuckle to himself, his small laughs interrupting the white noise he was seemingly muttering, but not stopping it. You think that crucifix will protect you, but really…” Xavier reached out and touched the rosary, causing it to melt away and fall to the ground as squirming centipedes. She didn’t quite expect it to, of course, after the day she had. “I guarantee you, here in this “house of God”, there is no one else here but me. I can certainly tell that you are Irish, from that hair and name, but I can also tell that you’ve worked to try and hide your accent. Sighing and resigning herself to her fate, Helena stepped off the sidewalk and knocked on the door. Reaching the front door, she silently thanked God when she pulled on the handle and felt no restraints.
