It was the dead of night. Moonlight streamed through the parted curtains. Christian tossed and turned, a longing disturbed him. He gave in and slithered out of her, careful to not wake Anastasia. He pitched a strong tent. He made his way to a large closet he forbade anyone from entering.
Christian lit several white pillar candles, illuminating his shrine to Mother Mary. The wax had melted down to the counter, adding to the aesthetic. He wrapped his rosary around his left wrist, his testicles felt tight. Christain hastily dropped his Gucci boxers to the floor. With a firm grip on his throbbing erection he stroked himself as he thought about her purity. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. It was warm in the closet from all the candles and his vigorous pumping. Soft moans escaped his lips. "Oh sweet, Mary." He moaned, feeling himself grow close. The beads of the rosary rubbing him in just the right way. His testicles were jostled roughly from his desperate, powerful strokes.
The candlelight danced across the paintings and figures. Some of the figures were discolored and the main painting had a few stains on the bottom of it. His heart pounded, he was drenched in sweat, he was ready. A guttural moan left his lips as he did one final stroke. His semen shot out on the painting and figures in front of him, even exstingushing candle.
Christian leaned back against the wall in sweet relief. His chest heaving. "Thank you, mother." He muttered. Christian took a few moments to catch his breath. He kneeled, getting into a prayer position. "Heavenly mother, bless this semen, and bless this arm that gave a good fight. Bless these holy testicles. Thank you, amen baby." He finished his prayer and stood, pulling his boxers up with him.
He began to blow the candles out, when he heard someone on the other side of the hidden door, startled he knocked over a candle with a larger flame and the wall caught fire before he could even react. "Shit!" He muttered as he tried to put it out. Christian decided to bail, but the door wouldn't budge. The fire alarm went off. He tried calling for help, but he kept coughing from all the smoke. He looked at his shrines briefly, noting how every the painting of mother mart looked with flames licking the bottom. The paint peeled and burned. Just as he was about to.
"CHRISTIAN!" Ana called on her way out of the apartment. He tried to respond but the smoke burned his lungs and nose. He couldnt get a word out. He swayed on his feet. Raspy screams tore his vocals as his flesh finally caught ablaze. His vision faded as the crackling of the burning walls rang in his ears. Mary had abandoned him. He blacked out as his body burned and died.