Caius POV:

Dedication

Fi eh jamaican girl dem who secretly love badman / gunman and secretly want a don fuck yuh wid him gun pressed against yuh head , shut the fuck up and move yuh bloodclaat hand, mek mi hear how yuh sound when cocky a touch yuh kidney

Waking up on Sunday morning I debated with myself if I should actually put myself through this torture of going to church but, then I reminded myself that I had already purchased the suit so I might as well go ahead and put it to use .

There was a Sunday church or as jamaican people call them ,pentecostal church, close to where I lived, so I decided that,that would be the church I would be a visitor of today , whether or not I become a member depended on the leaders of the church itself.

I arrived at around 12:30 going 1 pm in the afternoon, late but,who was going to judge me in a church? A place of sanctuary and a judgement free zone.

The adult choir had just finished their song when I entered and took a seat in the last row on the left side at the back of the church . I received quite a number of curious glances which is expected, after all I am a 6ft 6inches man with tattoos , all coverd except for the one on my neck and the others on my hands and knuckles, with the physique that other men worked hard in the gym for , not your usual Christian looking guy .

Eventually after they have taken a long good look , their attention went back to those in charge but, I still felt the burning gaze of someone looking at me and I turned my head not expecting to immediately see the person responsible but, I did and it was as if a switch went on in my mind as I zeroed in on her .

The minute she realised that I had seen her she, turned away but, I kept my gaze fixated on her . Something about her drew me in , made me wanted to know more . For the mere seconds that our eyes met I felt a dangerous primal pull towards her and I saw it in her eyes too, something between curiosity and fear .

Others might mistake the feeling as that of admiration but, this wasn't it , far from that. It was as if I needed to get closer to her , to make the fear I saw in her eyes a reality. She was no longer looking at me but, I continued to stare at her , studying her features.

She looked so pure and fragile, something that required to be handled with the uttermost care but, fuck care , I had the strong urge to grab her , break her, until the only thing left in her eyes was fear , deep raw unfiltered fear and pain , I wanted to hurt her in ways even the devil himself would take notes .

Her hair was done in a bun and I am not one to care about someone's hair but,her hair looked so slick I could almost imagine how soft it would feel underneath my palms , how it would look loose , falling to her shoulders like a jet black curtain. Her skin from what little I could see was clean, clear and smooth dark chocolate , a bare canvas that awaited my creativity and artistic skills .

Here I was in a church, a place I never thought I would ever set foot in and here she was , waiting for me, seems like God decided to bless me early just for showing up. She went up onto the pulpit after the sermon to do some announcements, which meant that whosoever she was , she was an important part of the church which made her all the more appealing, she was forbidden, rear , not mine to take but, I have never been one to follow the rules , the scars from my past are proof of that .

Standing on the pulpit she looked even more delicate but, also so very very angelic and pure , so perfectly holy. If I was a believer of her faith , just beholding her aurora would be enough to convert me but, I have a passion for the darker side of things, and I wanted to strip the look of pure innocence from her eyes and replaced it with sin , dark , vengeful sin.

She looked to still be in her teens but, I didn't give a fuck . She has awaken something inside me and it needed to be fed. Her eyes found mine again and I felt a rush of adraline so powerful it made my head swim and I clenched and unclenched my fist, holding her gaze never looking away. It must have became too much for her to handle for she looked away and started to speak her voice shaking slightly.

So she was nervous? And I wasn't even near her yet . I didn't plan to get close just yet but, I did plan on finding out more about her, starting with her name . I could imagine what it would sound like, something that depicted her innocence , something sweet and pure.

No one has ever made me felt this way , so needy , so hungry to claim , to break and destroy . After the service, I went outside and into my car but, I waited before driving away. She came out of the church and through the tinted window of my car I took one last long look at her , she was beautiful up close but, I wasn't interested in her beauty, rather her spirit.

Back at home I decided to start with some research, I didn't have much to go on because I didn't know her name but, my instincts told me she was an important member of the church so I ran a search base on the name of the church and a number of results came up including pictures of the church itself and events that they hosted .

I scrolled through the pictures until I came to one of the ministers or pastors in charged , and then I saw her . She was standing beside a much older woman who held the hand of pastor who delivered the sermon today and they were both wearing wedding bands , it  didn't take a genius to realise that my Моя кукла (Moya kukla) – "My doll" was a product of their marriage.

Staring at the photo I smiled to myself, she was beautiful,  pure and so very very mine .