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Blowing her blonde hair out of her face, she shakes her head.
“Sex is a gift from God. He gifted you to us for Jedediah’s pleasure. When you fought, you were disobeying God's law. Your punishment always came directly from him. Had you been an obedient girl like Abigail, you wouldn’t have had to have been punished the way you were. You brought it on yourself.”
The memory of the day I realized my mother would never save me is like a vicious assault, forcing me back to that place and time.
My mother ties me to the bed and slaps me across the face.
“Stop crying. I don’t want to do this either, but this is what the Prophet wants. This is for him so stop being an ungrateful child and think of someone else for a change.”
She lowers her face between my legs as Jedediah stands beside me, his disgusting penis in his hand.
“Tesoro.” Knox interrupts my memory, and I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts.
“Are you okay?” Carter asks, his eyes on mine, filled with concern.
I nod, knowing he noticed I was having a flashback, they both did. Carter is the one person in this warehouse who knows what it’s like to be forcibly taken back to trauma.
Walking over to the black bag with my supplies, I rifle through it while deciding what I want to use on her.
Plastic bags, knives, a torch, nails, a hammer, cattle prods, and scissors. The items are endless and exciting. I requested a long list of items so I’d have options. You never know in the heat of the moment what you’ll want to do. I considered crucifying my mother but decided against it. A girl has the right to change her mind. Variety is, after all, the spice of life. Her death though? That's still happening.
Grabbing the torch and flame-resistant gloves, I move back to her with a grin on my face.
I set the torch on the ground at my feet and grab her robe on either side, yanking it open. After I put the gloves on, I grab one of my crosses and pick up the torch. Holding the cross upside down against her flesh, I apply the flame from the torch to the metal. Her mouth opens wide as she tries to scream, but is met with silence. A thrill runs down my spine as I realize she’s too scared to make a sound. Her bottom lip trembles as tears run down her cheeks. Glancing at the other two, I spot their closed eyes, and I don’t like it.
“Open your eyes. You will watch and wonder if your last moments will resemble hers.”
I stare at Jedediah as he opens his mouth to speak, his limbs trembling against the wood.
“Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers of this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.”
“Well, at least he stays in character.” Carter says.
I glance at him, and how pathetic he looks now. When I was a girl, I thought he was strong but now I see him for what he is. A weak disgusting old man.
“Hush up, Jed. Your turn is coming. I promise.”
The sound of his cries mimic mine as a little girl. I was helpless as he is now. But not anymore. It’s finally time. Vengeance is mine. Retribution is now.
Chapter Forty-Six
CARTER
Heather pulls the cross from her mother’s skin, flesh coming with it. It’s equally gross and beautiful. Our girl isn’t one you fuck with.
“My God, my God. Why have you forsaken me?” The Prophet groans.
“Carter?” Heather says, turning to me, her expression warm and so fucking sweet. Whatever she asks is hers, and I’m sure we both know that.
“I do not want you to kill him. But maybe you can do something to make him shut up? He’s breaking my concentration.”
Placing my finger and thumb on her chin I tilt her head back slightly. Her vibrant blue eyes stare into mine and nearly take my breath away.
“I thought you’d never ask, Little Heathen.”
Leaning down, I kiss her softly and quickly pull away to do what she asked of me.
“Lucky bastard.” Killian growls, and I flash him a grin.
