The Church, Saturday Afternoon
Karla walked, yes walked, into the Church. God, it felt so GOOD to be free from those annoying and painful braces, free to finally move around with grace and freedom. It was a miracle, an honest and true miracle, that had freed her from the dreaded injuries that had made her unable to walk unaided.
And, like a good girl, she'd come to thank her savior. Now he just had to show up.
The church was somehow dimly lit, even though it was a bright day outside; the lit candles around the altar filling the church with an eerie and kind of gloomy glow. Karla stood mostly in shadow, the gold of her hair and alabaster of her skin contrasting with the darkness of the leather catsuit that clung to her perfectly muscled and fit form.
She had made a deal in order to be freed from her condition. And now it was time to live up to it.
Honestly? Karla couldn't wait to start.
And, like a good girl, she'd come to thank her savior. Now he just had to show up.
The church was somehow dimly lit, even though it was a bright day outside; the lit candles around the altar filling the church with an eerie and kind of gloomy glow. Karla stood mostly in shadow, the gold of her hair and alabaster of her skin contrasting with the darkness of the leather catsuit that clung to her perfectly muscled and fit form.
She had made a deal in order to be freed from her condition. And now it was time to live up to it.
Honestly? Karla couldn't wait to start.