“Say it with me now!” his voice pressed the almost empty room. He gripped her wrist, pressing her palms together. “You will go to Hell! You must be saved!” She shivered as the air hit her cold, naked body as she knelt down on her knees. She had never expected this, as she stood on her corner earning her extra cash. This was like Pretty Woman gone wrong. He didn’t want to help her, he wanted to help her soul.
“I’ve been praying for you every Sunday.” The young man closed his eyes as he bowed his head, instructing her to follow his lead. “My daddy always said that girls like you were no good.” She let her eyes slide open, just in time to see the knife come down swiftly into her chest.