I love blasphemy phone sex. I knew the church down the street was starting to practice for their Christmas play. That set the stage for my perfect plan. The poor little soccer mom wasn’t as sweet as she pretended in church. OMG, instead of her soft voice, she was yelling foul words at me…it was laughable!
I told her to calm down and forced her to drink the entire container of communion wine. She became limp and I drug her through the church up to the stage where she was directing that damn nativity play.
I felt a little throw-up in my mouth as I thought of all the Jesus songs and fucking parking mess that the whole thing had created. The madness had to stop. I hoisted her up on a ladder, balancing her until she was positioned properly on the cross.
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I took a chisel and banged nails through her limbs to keep her where I wanted her. She looked at the blood and vomited; luckily, I side-stepped it and told her that wasn’t very Christ-like of her.
I laughed and pushed a crown of thorns that I’d had made especially for her. “Realism is the key,” I said, “to any production.”
She continued to swear, but her words turned into mumbles as I slit her clothes open and drained her blood. “You look more like a whore,” I said and decided to write “Mary” in her blood in front of her.
I paid extra attention to making sure her breasts and pubic area were exposed; then, as a last gesture, I shoved a dildo in the shape of a cross up her ass.
With her remaining blood, I spread it over the plastic little animals that were huddled around the manger. Pleased with my work, I sliced her neck, her head falling so violently that it almost fell off. I admired the scene and felt confident that the brats who came in for practice would be singing a different tune than the one that had echoed down my street.
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