Page 33 of Anarchy
Strike.
Stoop beneath the all-powerful Hand of God;
Strike.
tremble and flee when we invoke the Holy and terrible Name of Jesus, this Name which causes hell to tremble,
Strike.
this Name to which the Virtues, Powers, and Dominations of heaven are humbly submissive,
Strike.
this Name which the Cherubim and Seraphim praise unceasingly repeating:
Strike.
Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord, the God of Hosts.
Strike.
My lungs burn from screaming and tears are flowing down my face. My entire body is drenched with blood, and it feels like I have a million holes shot into me.
"Now my wife, since I have gotten the demons out of you let me explain a few things. You and I are now joined in our spiritual union. I have forgiven you for fleeing out of sadness and confusion. We will now start new." He walks closer to me. "You will make a great vessel for the next Prophet. I have seen it, and so it shall be."
My body is so weak that when he touches me, I can barely try to move away.
"No use to fight it. This is what is meant to be." He pushes a button on the wall, and the cross the is standing me up begins to move, so I am lying flat. He gets on his knee in front of me, bowing his head. "Heavenly Father, I come to you today and always your loving servant to ask of You a request to be able to conceive a baby. This is a reward that I will cherish with my life. I thank you for the blessings I have and for the blessing I am about to receive. I believe in Jesus's name and do not take him for granted. I love you Lord with my whole heart, and I know I am not forsaken or forgotten. Amen."
He opens his eyes smiling at me, and I try to squeeze my legs together, but as his hands brace on my thighs, I'm not strong enough to fight against him. He climbs on top of me, and I beg for him to stop even though he can't hear me. I beg for my life, my release, my innocence to not be ripped from me.
He pushes into me, and I scream from the pain of it. My skin is already so tender from the whip, and now all I can feel is pain side of me also. I try to move, try to squirm but I can't. I'm tied down with nowhere to escape to and no way out.
He continues to move in and out of me, and I'm going numb. The only way to survive this is by tuning it all out.
I think of Mikey, of how it felt to be in his arms. I relive the first date we had that day at the movies.
I’m so sorry for leaving, for doing this to us.
