“It’s not over yet, baby-girl,” she smiled. Xnxx porn I cocked my head, trying to move my lips like she was. “Your parents are worried about you.”
“Let them worry,” I said, with a toss of my hair, and kept walking. “I love you, Grandpa,” I sighed. It was Grandfather who sensed how lonely I was. I was named after Chasity Sarah Vinter, the Holy Martyr who died protecting my mother before I was ever even conceived. The rocks turned black; I found myself at the summit. “We made a beautiful child, Mare,” Father leered; his hand reached out and gently cupped my breast. Dictators starved their people, while religious extremists butchered those that disagreed on how to worship the same god. Sure they had different skin colors, different facial features, but they were identical. I just had to escape. I was the Prophetess, the Vessel, and I shared the Gift, giving a part to each of the one hundred and forty-four gathered—the two atop the mountain, and the one-hundred and forty-two at the base, the new Priests and Priestesses, the new Monks and Nuns—to save the world from the evils of my parents.
