Happy New Year, you wonderful souls! 🎉

How about kicking off 2025 with a little spice and drama? Here’s the latest chapter of my work-in-progress, “Unholy Intentions”! 🖤 I hope you’re ready for unholy twists.

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Priest

I’m looking at a completely naked woman on my display, and nothing happens. My s** drive is as numb as ever. Nothing is wrong with me, but all Hailey Saintpatrick had to do was breathe to give me a f***** hard-on. 

I lock the display and turn to the gear I set up in the basement of Bobby Saintpatrick’s main house, the span of a wild-grown, unattended garden between her and me. It makes both surveillance and intervention harder than it would normally be, but I’ll have that taken care of tomorrow, after tonight’s work.

I access the secure network, and the screen lights up. I’m still thinking about Hailey and the reactions of my treacherous body to her.  

I never blame women for the devilry of men, but in her case, the Forging Fathers might have been right. If no other woman has this effect on me, then there must be something about her that does this. There must be something about those big eyes with the long, curved eyelashes that makes every guy turn wild. Maybe that’s why Marius Loveless chose me for the job. Maybe he thought I was the only one who could resist her.

I type the code into the search bar. A few moments later, I’m through the firewalls and into the portal I need. 

Hailey had to deal with a lot of shit growing up, and she sought refuge online. First in anime, then in hentai. The bigger her problems in real life, the sicker the p*rn of her fantasy. A few months ago, she got herself a secure internet line over satellite and made an OhEf channel to create her own cosplay of her favorite hentai series. 

Clearly, she didn’t expect the wild success she ended up having. Now, she’s got a stalker on her trail who knows how to make himself untrackable. A leech that won’t stop until he drains her lifeblood. 

I have to approach her channel in the same way he did, like a creep, making sure no one can track down my avatar, and keeping a low profile. 

When her picture pops up, my hands freeze on the keyboard. 

‘Hentai Hellcat’ is staring out of hazel eyes into the camera, natural chocolate-brown ringlets of hair falling down around her delicate, round shoulders, curling over the upper part of her breasts. The lower part is pixelated, right where her nipples are, a blurred shade of pink. An inviting little smirk curls up a corner of her sweetly shaped mouth, and I immediately understand why she has over one hundred thousand followers.

Hailey Saintpatrick could have served as a muse of sensuality for the greatest painters. Everything about her is natural besides the tiara with cat ears on top of her head and the schoolgirl blush she applied to her cheeks. Especially the lust she expresses. It’s hypnotizing.

A few clicks take me to how many of those followers are paying members of her channel. About half, which is huge by industry standards, which confirms my original suspicion—she has the same effect on most men, and she’s completely oblivious to it. I could tell how oblivious from the moment I met her, from her body language, from the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes, but she’s aware enough of her options not to have given up her V-card to just anyone. She wanted one of the popular guys. 

I was just an interesting addition to her list of options. 

Tempting a clergyman has the allure of the forbidden. What she doesn’t know is that I’m also a psycho. The last thing Hailey Saintpatrick wants is me being allowed to have my way with her.  

The next click takes me to a call-to-action button—PERV ACCESS.

My c**k surges, and I curse under my breath to keep the filthy bastard down. So she’s deliberate about her target audience, and I’m sure as f** part of it.

Another click, and a dozen pixelated pictures fill the screen. You can tell she’s wearing (READ THE WHOLE CHAPTER ON Patreon) (Get The Book).