Chapter 31 - Scarlett #2
She stepped back as Pastor Gordan took his spot at the podium. “Listen well, Chosen One. Once the sermon is over, you will watch what comes next. You need to learn how things work around here because if you put even a toe over the line, well, we just don’t like that, do we, Pastor Gordan?”
His eyes lifted to mine, cold and filled with tar, before they drifted to my breasts and then his bible. “Blasphemous,” he mumbled.
It was also blasphemous to leer. I read the real Bible. Azrael had showed it to me. I knew what the true sins were and I knew that what they taught at that church, what they were teaching here, was filled with blasphemy and intentional misunderstanding.
I may be a sinner, but so were they.
Lady Elise clicked her tongue. “I know. So tragic how far she has fallen. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to repurify her soon.”
My mind paused at that. Repurify me?
“Listen and watch, Chosen One,” she smiled brightly. “Enjoy the service.”
With that, she stepped off the stage and sat down in her own chair, a few yards away from the pews.
I watched her for a long time as Pastor Gordan cleared his throat and flipped through the pages. “Revelation,” he finally said, “the only book that matters here.”
My eyes shifted to his. I had never heard a truer statement spoken by a member of this church.
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The moment the sermon was done, Lady Elise stood and clapped her hands together. “Thank you, Pastor Gordan, for your words of encouragement.”
Encouragement? I could have laughed. All he talked about were the end days.
How we would all suffer and burn in Hell rather than seeing God because we were no longer virgins.
He talked about the seals and how terrifying the angels were.
He even asked us what we expected when we went to Hell because, according to him, if the angels were that terrifying, what would Lucifer look like?
Fear was always how they taught their lessons, and this was no different. They were trying to cleanse us, to purify us, except now, we were already impure. So, according to Pastor Gordan, the only way to purify our souls now was to fill us with the seed of those God had long since saved.
Lady Elise stepped off the stage. “Go on and take your positions, boys and girls, your clients are waiting.”
The people all around me began to stand and, in unison, walk from the pews, down the aisle, and straight for the mattresses, silent terror filling their faces.
“Scarlett, over here please,” Lady Elise instructed, walking down the aisle after the last of the group.
I studied the space just beside her where she was pointing on her way to the end of the aisle before turning to the men and women as they began to lower themselves—
A large hand wrapped painfully around my arm, and it took everything in me not to rip his hand off with my teeth.
Rather, I allowed him to drag me up and over to Lady Elise’s side, knowing that his handprint would remain on my arm for at least the two weeks it took for the cuts to heal.
He stood right beside me as he turned me towards the mattresses, and I watched each person take their position. Some laid on their backs, others on their hands and knees, facing the wall, some on their knees, hands on their knees, mouth open.
I stared at them the longest, knowing exactly what they were preparing for.
If I had the ability to shift my teeth into razors, I knew they would shift now. I felt my smile stretch from ear to ear, the rage burning through my veins, turning my bones to steel and my skin to molten rock.
It felt so hot within me that it was cold. I wanted to scream, to fight, to tear each and every one of Lady Elise’s men and the clients she hired to shreds.
Smiling was all I could do to hide that rage, and it only made me understand Azrael more.
The sharper his smile, the angrier he was, and beware the man who bared his teeth with upturned lips for he would burn the world to ash.
“Go get them, Eckers.”
The other man who had come in with Mack turned and headed for the door as I stared at the men and women waiting to be used laying before me.
I couldn’t tell which ones were born within the church or which ones they stole from the streets.
I couldn’t tell which ones had parents who needed to pay off a debt, or which ones just didn’t want their kids anymore. They all looked the same.
They were lost and terrified and absolutely hopeless.
They all needed saved, but not like this. Never like this.
I heard footsteps to my right and turned to watch a line of men walk in. They were talking and laughing. Ages from early twenties to early fifties.
These were the men they were going to use to purify us? How? They were angry and cruel and filled with tar. Would their tar infect the others? Was that even possible?
There were Favorites who had become Pillars before…
“Hello, Blessed One,” an all too familiar voice said.
I turned slowly, finding a pair of unfamiliar blue eyes, but the voice was enough for me.
L.J. Nelson.
He smiled, looking every bit the piece of shit I knew he was. “Good to see you again,” he hummed, looking me over slowly. “A bit worse for wear but…” His eyes found Lady Elise’s. “I want her.”
She only smiled. “Soon, dear boy, but right now, she is in training.”
His eyes found mine again. “Always in training, hmm?” He leaned in until his breath disrupted my still damp hair.
“I can’t wait to feel that tight fucking cunt wrapped around my cock.
I’ll make you fucking scream.” He leaned back, gave me a wink, and finally turned to find his place in the sick and twisted lineup.
He stepped right in front of a girl with long black hair, just like mine.
I refused to look away as each man got into their positions. Why would I look away? I needed to memorize their faces, memorize their sins. See how deep the tar ran so I could cleanse them like they thought they were cleansing us.
Their hands were bruising, pulling out hair, their grunts feral, slapping filling the room, the smell of sex burning my nose.
They were cruel and ugly and absolutely vile. They tossed those men and women around as if they were nothing but…but…dolls.
My eyes locked on L.J.. His woman had been on her hands and knees, and he had wrapped his hand into her hair so painfully, I could see the tears, running down her face each time he yanked her head back until her chin faced the ceiling.
He shoved his cock straight into her ass without stretching, without lube. Not even Azrael was that cruel. We were lusters of pain, but that? He would never do that to me.
The receivers were whimpering and grunting, crying, doing their best to muffle the sounds while the givers were moaning and snarling, pushing them for more, taking all they could.
Taking and taking and taking.
“Soon, you will be compliant,” Lady Elise told me softly, “and if you fight, well…” she shrugged, “we will break you. If you have any doubts about that, don’t. Trust me when I say, we break everyone.”