This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.
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The nun had seen some things in her time. Dark things, things that certainly displayed dark powers at work. That being said, that kind of thing was rare. Most of the time, she dealt with good people. The world was a good place. So being confronted by such pure sinful evil was jarring.
"You can't escape it," Madeline said, tossing the black veil back over the mirror. "This could be you! This poor woman will never get out of there. Trapped for eternity, watching the world go by. Women like me... we don't end up like that. Nassia... she escaped from a worse hell into the mirror, but it didn't take her long to live again. Women like Tess... women like you; those are ones who end up like that. Women like me... we're the winners. We get what we want. We always win! So... why not join us? Why not join the winning side while you still can?"
The nun looked away, shaking her head. Despite herself, Madeline's words echoed in her mind. It couldn't be true. This world was still good. They could fight off the dark forces without any real trouble... right?
Madeline paused, examining the mixture, stirring it.
"I have another story," Madeline began. "Another example of how far our power is spread. What we're capable of. How we can win at any time. Would you like to hear it?"
"Do I have a choice?" The nun asked.
Madeline smiled, before beginning her new tale.
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"The Wedding Ring"
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Sarah Boudreau had always found herself charmed by the darkness.
Yeah, she was one of those girls that used to dress in all black in middle school. She always prided herself on going against social trends, going against the grain, etc. And while, as she grew up, some of those urges calmed down, and she became far less militant about her outsiderism, some vestiges of this side of her still persisted. She still preferred the color black, but her outfits tended to be a lot less gothy than they used to be. She'd become far less contrarian, as she found that line of thinking to be hollow and exhausting and she became more social and friendly. But one thing persisted, even to now.
She loved scary stories.
Scary movies, creepy tales, anything that made people uncomfortable, she loved it. She even enjoyed stuff like true crime, even when they started getting into the icky details. Some people winced at this stuff, but she found herself utterly fascinated by the gory facts. She couldn't get enough.
However, for a girl who had been anti-everything for so long, she came from a perfectly normal, albeit wealthy, family. She had always had a good life, and her parents allowed her to act out, knowing that at heart she was a good person. Which she was.
The best thing that came from her growing up and aging out of that rebellious phase was that she became a lot more pleasant to be around. The good pure core of her began to shine through. She became a lot more fun, a lot more social and a lot nicer. But she never fully shed all of that darkness, and it only added to her appeal.
Just ask her husband.
Dave Boudreau was lured to the darkness too, but in a different way. He was an aggressively normal dude. Worked in a boring office as an accountant. Funny but not the funniest. Handsome and attractive, but too quiet and normal to be the super stud. Button-down shirts, nice ties, khaki pants. He wore specs, some of the thick, black, more fashionable kind that was more popular these days, but he didn't ultimately stand out.
The most surprising thing about him was his choice of wife.
He was this seemingly boring, normal accountant. No one thought much of his personal life because they couldn't imagine it being exciting. But then they see his wife. This woman with crimson hair, dressed in black, with a sleeve of tattoos adorning her arm. And all of a sudden, he becomes way more interesting. All of a sudden, people realize there might be a bit more going on with him beneath the surface. Maybe there was something dark inside him too, and some of the women that knew him found that mystery kind of... alluring.
Dave and Sarah were an odd match, admittedly. Him, this seemingly normal guy, who liked sports and games and average stuff, and then her, this off-beat, tattooed, boisterous redhead. He was tall and fit and conventionally handsome. She was younger than him, 25 to his 26. She was a head shorter than him and while her husband was fit, she had a few extra pounds. Not much, and she wore it well, giving her body curves as opposed to those stick-figure models she couldn't stand. A nice round butt and decent-sized breasts, a good pair of C-cups. She wore bright red lipstick everyday to stand out, and her brash personality stood out compared to his more reserved quiet demeanor. So what brought them together?
Much like her, he found a little bit of darkness intriguing.
Now, he wasn't into the scary movies or horror stories or anything like that. What allured him was being with a girl with a bit of an edge. A girl who had a bit of darkness to her, and not one of those plain, girl-next-door types. He was a regular dude, but he liked having a bit of excitement in his life. That's what drew him to Sarah. That's what made her irresistible to him.
That being said, although he loved her dark edge and liked how much she enjoyed horror movies and dark, grim stories, he wasn't totally into the scary stuff. He was a bit of a softy in that sense. Sarah liked to tease him with some of the stuff she saw in a movie, or some of the dark details of some messed-up crime story, knowing it would make him uncomfortable. It was a strange dynamic between them at times, but it worked for them.
Her love of horror stories had extended into her adult life. While she worked at an art gallery, her real passion was true-life horror stories. Ghost stories, spooky tales, haunted houses, urban legends, stuff like that. She ran a website where people would share stories about something they had heard about, or local hotspots for supernatural activity, and Sarah would look into the history of these tales and explore the settings where they took place. Her folks had passed a few years prior, leaving their total inheritance to her, meaning she had more than enough cash to live comfortably. Both her and David worked to keep busy, active and social, but their disposable cash allowed them travel often and explore their hobbies.
For Dave, that meant going to baseball games, at one point trying to go to all thirty stadiums in one season. For Sarah, that meant exploring these ghost story locales. They tried their best to do these activities together, but seeing as Sarah hated baseball, and Dave was uncomfortable with all this ghost stuff, they often did these activities on their own time. They were comfortable enough in their relationship to allow each other space to do their own thing for days on end. Which was good for Sarah, because sometimes she went down some deep rabbit holes in these ghost stories.
As she was doing now.
