DISCLAIMER: The following excerpt deals
graphically with a scene that is the lead in to seduction and rape of a young
boy.
COPYRIGHT 2007 Lyle T. Lachmuth, ALL Rights
Reserved
[Beginning of Excerpt]
The priest
smothered the boy's cries for help.
The priest
held the boy firmly against his body. His arms wrapped around the boy. The boy
couldn’t move, feared to breath, yet somehow, cried out. The priest’s lips
pressed against the back of his [] neck, nibbling like a marauding eel, breath
reeking of gin like the boy’s mother.
Father []
cooed, “Edward be a good boy now. You know how much you like me to touch you.
Don’t struggle now. I love you Eddie. You know you love me. There, there, be a
good boy. I’m going to slip off your shirt now. I need to kiss your [], soft
shoulders. You are such a dear, sweet boy.”
Father []
holding Edward carefully, firmly in place with his left arm, slowly undid the
buttons on the boy’s shirt. All the while kissing his way round the boy’s neck,
moving from one side to the other, slowly like a great, [] earthworm inching
its way along.
“You are
such a treasure Eddie. The best of all the boys in the choir. The best of all
the boys who have been with me. Such a love. Turn now Eddie and kiss me, full
on the lips, like I’ve taught you.”
The priest
gently, softly, turned the boy in his arms, still holding tight, so the boy
could not, dare not flee. Father [] tilted back the boy’s golden haired head,
leaned forward, and softly covered the boy’s [] mouth with a [] kiss.
“It’s time
Eddie. Time to take of your trousers. Time for . . .”
[End of Excerpt]
