Page 32 of Anarchy
Chapter Nineteen
Emma
When I wake up body aches all over.
I move to lift my arm but I can't it's stuck, and I'm not sure on what.
I open my eyes, and I can barely see. The room is dimly lit with candles.
I look toward my hand and see that it's tied to a beam of wood. My other is the same, and once I get my bearings, I know that I'm not laying down like I thought I was. I am hanging from a large wooden cross. As I wake up more the pain throughout my body starts to intensify. My arms are on fire, and my shoulders feel like they could buckle from my weight any second. There is something over my mouth so I can't even call for help if I tried.
That’s when I realize something else. I’m completely naked.
What the heck is going on?
I hope that Mikey didn't hang up when I called him, and he realized that I was in trouble. Please God let him be on his way.
The door opens, and I see the Prophet walk in. "Luke 15:24, For this son of mine, was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found." He stops directly in front of me as a smile crosses his face. "Welcome home my prodigal wife."
What did he just call me?
"You were lost, but now you'll be able to be saved. I am here to ensure that." His hand runs down my side, and I try to jerk away, but there is nowhere for me to go. “Before I can make you mine we must cleanse you from your demons and the indiscretions they convinced you to do.”
He walks behind him grabbing something off the table. It looks like a bottle of something. He cocks his hand back and then surges it forward. Something cold hits me, I brace for pain, but there is none. It must be holy water. He closes his eyes starting to chant while continuing to douse me with the liquid.
“We drive you from us,
whoever you may be,
unclean spirits,
all satanic powers,
all infernal invaders,
all wicked legions,
assemblies and sects.
In the Name and by the power of Our Lord Jesus Christ,
may you be snatched away and driven from the Church of God and from the souls made to the image and likeness of God
and redeemed by the Precious Blood of the Divine Lamb.”
When he stops, he turns back toward the table picking up something else that had been lying on the table. When he faces me again, I see that it looks like a whip. Instead of it being one strand it has many, and it seems like there is something hard at the end of each strand.
I start to shake my head, to plead through whatever is covering my mouth but he raises his hand, and he brings it down striking me, and I scream. It burns like a lit match to my skin.
“Be gone, Satan, inventor, and master of all deceit, enemy of man's salvation."
Strike.
Give place to Christ in Whom you have found none of your works;
Strike.
give place to the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church acquired by Christ at the price of His Blood.
