"AIEEEE!" she dives at me, filling my ears with her shrill unholy voice.

I cover my ears, unsure of how to defend against such a suddenly attack. But it's not me that she's targeting.

It's that accursed bottle.

To my horror she swipes it out of my hands, shattering the fragile glass on the concrete rooftop floor.

Sh*t! A million warning bells go off in my head. I find myself hyperventilating, on the verge of having a full blown panic attack. My faith seems to have left me and for the first time since I graduated from Bible College, I feel like I'm getting intimate with my own mortality.

I curl up into a ball, burying my head in my arms. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, what the fuck do I do now! My heart pounds and leaps out of my chest as my whole body tenses up, waiting for the death dealing blow to come.

But wait, a tiny voice erupts from within me. It's my voice of survival. I have not exorcised so many demons just to fall to this one when it's not even an officially sanctioned exorcism. No matter what the jaws of hell throws at me, with God by my side, I fear nothing!

I roll away just in time. Peeking out from between my arms, cold sweat runs down my back as I watch the woman swipe at where I was just at, digging her fingers into the concrete and ripping bits and piece of it off.

"Goddamn you're strong!" I exclaim, sitting up and readying myself for the fight of my life.

"No ssssssh*t!" she seethes, tackling me and pinning me down onto the ground.

"Gah!" I cry as she swipes at me with the same intensity as just now. But instead of being torn in half, I feel my priest's robes being ripped to shreds with such precision I end up with not a single scratch on me.

"Holy sh*t you're good!"

"Sssssilence! Ssstay ssstill while I fuck you."

"E-excuse me?" I ask, hoping my trembling voice doesn't show. Did she say that she wanted to fuck me?

"You hear me! Now ssssilence!"

I lie naked on the rooftop with the possessed woman sitting on my stomach. As much as I don't want to admit it, thinking about this whole situation gives me a raging hard on.

Suddenly the unholy fury in her eyes changed. Yep, she felt it already, the feeling on my hard cock pressing against her ass, wanting to stand up tall and proud.

"Oooh, Father Jacobsss. You're a naughty one, ain't cha?"