my mind. I rip the veil off my head and hurl it at a cluster of can

ck. As do the memories

aration. The event of the decade: Father Josiah had finally decided t

d cho

, the last twenty-four hours are a complete blur. A black

f course I had. He was the leader of our commune, the Sanctuary. He was strong and

een c

I'd... ki

last piece of the puzzle. But nothing comes. All I have are black

cts. I killed Father Jos

yes drift to the burning wedding veil in the corner. I stand and rush over to it, though it fee

le. Hot, molten wax sears my

tly aware of the hysteria twisting into someth

rtain tied up on to side of the window. It catches fire im

bed. I don't look to see wher

the s

the

patchy yards of the commune out into the wild d

of lights in the far distance. I know tho

Ve

Sanctuary is all I've ever known. To want more was to accept sin int

shepherd to our flock. I've handed my soul over to

toward t

ing and bleeding. I pant through the pain in my side and

r. More blinding. The Sanctuary disapp

put between myself and my family, myself and my co

w far or how

g hints of patchouli following

OE

EGAS,

aven for the depraved.

all class. But that

ow b

an I've come

in the making. My making. And tonight

ks to the dozens of framed, mismatched mirrors hung at every height. Some are small and square

crystal and flickering with candlelight, they're barely bri

Not one. Privacy is of utmost imp

sin. The motherfucker who has plagu

ince A

ince Y

The music pulsing beyond these walls is felt more than it's heard. The whole point of this r

s a fucking orgy of flesh from the second I stepped foot in the door. In every booth, beneath ev

ourself of inhibition, reads the ornate sign over the

er. Sex is

fucking