Good Girls Kneel

A church. Someone in there will protect me from the armed maniacs who are after me, right?As I frantically push open the large double doors, the gust of wind extinguishes most of the flickering candle flames. The rain drips from my soaked wedding dress onto the stone floor.Then I see the priest standing in the dim candlelight, a bloody razor in his hand.Obviously, I am not the only one who has sins to confess. . . This is a dark daddy romance.