Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 114247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
And here she was, being raped by a grown man, a man that had to be in his forties.
And I snapped.
That sight, the girl’s tears; a messed up mass rape disguised as celestial worship… it made me fucking snap.
Rushing forward, I grabbed the man forcing himself on the little girl from the video. I ripped him backwards. I ripped him backwards, and when his shocked face stared up at me, I struck. I struck and I struck, my fist pummeling his face with all the force I could muster.
But I could not stop. Every ounce of anger and resentment, every ounce of stress that had built up over the last year, was pouring out of me via these fists.
But I did not hear the music stop.
I did not hear children screaming.
I just kept hitting this cunt’s face, blood spraying over my arms and white tunic. Until finally, someone pulled me off him and I hit the ground.
I scrambled to my feet ready to strike whoever was behind me, when I saw a familiar pair of eyes—identical eyes to mine.
“Cain,” Judah hissed, his eyebrows pulled down in anger.
My hands shook. Shook so fucking badly that I had to look down at them, only to see blood coating every inch of my skin.
“He is dead.” My head snapped to my side, as Brother Luke crouched over the man on the floor. The man that had been beaten so hard by me, that his face was unrecognizable.
“Cain, what have you done?” Judah asked in shock. And just like that, the anger that had momentarily dissipated from my body ignited tenfold. I stared up at the identical face I no longer considered to belong to my twin brother.
“What have I done?” I asked in astonishment. I shook my head, laughing a humorless laugh. “What have I fucking done?”
Judah stepped back, eyes wide. Then I noticed that he was dressed only in his tunic pants… as was brother Luke.
My eyes drank in the room. And on the white linens covering the floor were bloodstains. A mixture of blood and semen from the union of young girls and men. “What have I done! What have I fucking done!” I roared, and stormed at my twin, thrusting my hands toward his chest. “What have you fucking done?”
Brother Luke closed in behind me. Spinning round, I slammed my hands on his chest and screamed, “Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out, before I snap your fucking neck!” Brother Luke blanched and ran from the room.
I turned to see Judah watching me. And I saw real fear in his face. “Cain?” he tried to calm, palms high.
I cut him off. “You think this is okay? You think raping little kids while they scream, being ripped apart by fucking old men, is okay?”
Judah eyes scanned the floor, staring absently at the burning incense and discarded devices, which kept the young girls’ legs apart. “It is the Lord’s way. It is one of our most fundamental beliefs. The men, the men need this. It is part of our faith.”
As I regarded Judah, my jaw clenched and, sweeping an arm over the scene, I proclaimed, "I am the prophet. And as such, I will be changing our practices. Starting with this.”
I turned, intending to leave, when Judah reached out and grabbed my arm. I whipped back round. With a hard face, Judah asserted, “The brothers will not accept such a change. Not even from you.”
With genuine incredulity, I stared at my twin brother and pointedly asked, “Are all the men here fucking pedophiles? Are they here in our commune for God and their souls’ salvation, or to fuck young girls?”
Judah staggered back. He shook his head. “Those men. The evil men you lived with for five years. They have corrupted your beliefs. Look at how you are acting. Hear how you are speaking! Hear the sinful words slipping from your lips!”
“I am nothing like them. But hear this; as fucked up as they are, as evil as their actions may be, they do not fuck innocent children!” I stepped back, and said quietly, “How am I alone in seeing this?”
“They infected your soul,” Judah snapped.
Laughing without humor, I pointed at his face, and said, “No, brother. What you don’t understand is that I fucking hate those men. I want them destroyed as much as you. They sin, they whore, and they disregard God’s laws day in and day out. But what living with them did give me is fucking context. You never left our childhood home, Judah, not once. It was me. It was me who lived in the outside world for five years, and as much as I hated every fucking second of being in that hell, it has convinced me that these fucked up sessions are wrong. Maybe if you had been the one sent on that mission, you would not be standing here like a pedophilic fool, defending the indefensible!”
Needing to get the hell out of this stifling place, I made for the door, when Judah announced, “You have lost our faith, Cain. You have been corrupted. You do not deserve the prestigious mantle of leading our people, not acting like this.”
I stopped dead, and turned round to warn, “Careful, brother, that sounds dangerously like treason. And treason against the prophet is punishable by imprisonment.”
Judah’s face turned ashen and, face tight, he fled from the room. I raced back to my mansion, and into my office. I began poring over the scriptures, set on creating my own version.
I worked for hours, deciphering and burning old, often unintelligible, revelations by my Uncle David from his later life. I purged the practices that so offended, and I put pen to paper, creating new laws and practices that wouldn’t jeopardize the innocence of our children.
I work so hard that the moon fell, giving way to the lightening sky of a new day. I worked so hard that I fell asleep at my desk, pen still in hand…
Suddenly, a blow to the back of my head ripped me from sleep. My eyes stung with the pain of the strike, and my vision blurred. I turned to fight off my attacker, when a sack was pulled over my head, plunging me into darkness. I fought to get free, but tight ties were wrapped around my arms and feet. I was picked up, many hands holding my arms and legs. And I was ripped from my home into the cold dawn air.