All Chapters of Sin That Binds : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Father forgive me for I have sinned. Absolve me of my sins and grant me the strength for today’s work. Thank you, Father. Amen.Tuning out the small voice of doubt, he touches the cool metal crucifix to his heart and then to his lips, making the cross sign. Then he latches his eyes open. His palms are sweaty, he notes as his heart drums a harsh staccato in the confinement of his ribcage. Sweatier than they usually are whenever he goes for an exorcism, and in this cursed little town of Hapeville, they never run out of citizens who are possessed by lackluster demons. So why is he on edge this particular Monday morning? Why can’t he be the usually calm and collected priest who brought peace to the corrupted souls of his church members? Why is he so nervous that he has to pinch the bridge of his nose to hold back his nausea? Right. It isn’t just anybody who got possessed. It’s … God. He whispers, swiping his tongue over his top teeth. Only Father Khatri can make the embodiment of every

Shocked beyond words, Khatri staggers back, the crucifix slipping in his sweaty grip. “You what?” his voice cracks, faith now teetering on a precipice. Matthew's sobs grow even louder, tears streaking those flushed cheeks, trailing over that plump lower lip–the same lip Khatri had fantasized about for months. his hips kept bucking, grinding in the air against nothing. The boy is a vision and Khatri’s cock pulses, a traitor begging to be freed. but he shakes his head, trying to fucking fight it.“Please, Father…I can’t stop thinking about you—your hands, your mouth—every night, I touch myself while imagining it's you. And don’t think I don’t see you when you creep around our house every night too. You stand in that same spot but in my room, watching me while you think I’m asleep, jerking your cock over your cassock. Every night I hoped you’d peel back the covers I threw over myself and see for yourself that I’m awake and I need you just as badly as you need me. but you never do. So I

Three days have passed since the ‘exorcism’ and Matthew McPherson is finally free from that dank basement, back in the creaky little house on Hapeville’s edge. His mother is now convinced that he’s been ‘healed,’ and so she let him come back up.right now, the sun is dipping low, casting a faint glow through the dusty windows as he sweeps the floor alongside his older sister, Rebecca. She’s twenty years old, but looks so gaunt and hollowed-out from hunger she could have passed for a weird, wiry teenager. Her bony hands grip the broom like it’s all that’s holding her together and Matthew’s chest tightens with a familiar pang. Just two years back, their dad had smashed himself to pieces in a road accident, and their family lost everything from the fallout, including their Mother’s smile. She couldn’t pull two coins together after that, so they dragged what was left to this sleepy nowhere, chasing whispers of cheap land and quieter days.Matthew’s broom slows, dust swirling around his ba