Chapter 57. Tossed

ALICIA CHAY

Back in the day, merely saying, “I love Christ!” got you killed without remorse or regret. I said this only because of my addiction to attending church services all over the world, and most of them either worshipped other religious figures that didn’t have blonde hair and blue eyes, a rumored Leonardo Di Vinci painting of his lover some whisper in the shadows or didn’t acknowledge or believe in him at all.

Conspiracy theories were just what they were: what ifs…

Are people willing to stand up and die for what they believe in? Or do they just say it because it sounds good from the heart of the weakest or the weakest group in the bunch? 

I rolled my eyes at the psychobabble spewing from the voice of a disgruntled minister on a religious radio program as I fed on a random human just as he turned off his office lights a few minutes ago.

The short, stocky man trembled under my touch as his main artery continued to coat my tummy with delicious