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Unwanted Love
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
2,751
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 10
After I finished picking at the food I went and laid back down to hopefully find my sanctuary. I close my eyes and fall asleep.
I am in the field I turn and run to the chapel the out side looked old and abandoned with peeling paint. I rush in. The order that was there before was now gone. The pews were now broken and in a pile. I heard a moan from the front. I run up there to see Father Savior lying on the ground dieing from a wound in his heart. "Father Savior. What happened?" I asked kneeling down beside him.
"Satan has attacked." He looks at my neck. "You wear his mark."
I looked down at the second necklace. "Not by chose but by force."
He grabs my hand and puts something in to it. "Read from this remember it." He said and then died. I looked down at my hand. In my hand was a rosary and a bible. I took the rosary and wound it on my hands like I was taught and started to pray.
"What a good little catholic." I heard from behind in a voice I now know all to well, but I did not respond. I kept praying. A hand grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. "You are disrespectful. Doesn't the bible teach to honor thy elder's?"
"Not when you’re concerned." I said.
His hand shot out to grab mine in a tight grip. I screeched in pain. He let go; I turned around to see he was holding the rosary by on of the beads. "I can not believe you still put your faith in to this. While you wear my symbol." He said and then griped the cross in his fist. Smoke drifted from his fist. He opened his hand the beads of the rosary fell from his hand.
"I put my faith in goodness." I said looking him in the eyes.
"I see you’re still stubborn." He said and snapped his fingers. Two men walked out of the shadows. Each grabbed one arm and kept me from rising to my feet. He walked over to the alter and grabbed the cup that is used in communion. He held up his hand and slit his arm getting a piece of flesh and dripping blood in to the cup. He walked over to me with the piece of flesh and cup in his hands. "This is my body." He said putting the piece of flesh to my lips. I refused to open my lips. He nodded and the one of the guys forced my mouth open. Satan put the piece of flesh on my tongue and forced me to swallow it. "This is my blood." He forced me to drink the blood. I gagged and coughed. He laughed.
Jason was sitting on a chair watching Angel as she slept. A drop of blood emerged from the side of her lips. She took communion. Jason left the room and went up stairs. "She has taken communion."
His father smiled. "This is good."
I am in the field I turn and run to the chapel the out side looked old and abandoned with peeling paint. I rush in. The order that was there before was now gone. The pews were now broken and in a pile. I heard a moan from the front. I run up there to see Father Savior lying on the ground dieing from a wound in his heart. "Father Savior. What happened?" I asked kneeling down beside him.
"Satan has attacked." He looks at my neck. "You wear his mark."
I looked down at the second necklace. "Not by chose but by force."
He grabs my hand and puts something in to it. "Read from this remember it." He said and then died. I looked down at my hand. In my hand was a rosary and a bible. I took the rosary and wound it on my hands like I was taught and started to pray.
"What a good little catholic." I heard from behind in a voice I now know all to well, but I did not respond. I kept praying. A hand grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. "You are disrespectful. Doesn't the bible teach to honor thy elder's?"
"Not when you’re concerned." I said.
His hand shot out to grab mine in a tight grip. I screeched in pain. He let go; I turned around to see he was holding the rosary by on of the beads. "I can not believe you still put your faith in to this. While you wear my symbol." He said and then griped the cross in his fist. Smoke drifted from his fist. He opened his hand the beads of the rosary fell from his hand.
"I put my faith in goodness." I said looking him in the eyes.
"I see you’re still stubborn." He said and snapped his fingers. Two men walked out of the shadows. Each grabbed one arm and kept me from rising to my feet. He walked over to the alter and grabbed the cup that is used in communion. He held up his hand and slit his arm getting a piece of flesh and dripping blood in to the cup. He walked over to me with the piece of flesh and cup in his hands. "This is my body." He said putting the piece of flesh to my lips. I refused to open my lips. He nodded and the one of the guys forced my mouth open. Satan put the piece of flesh on my tongue and forced me to swallow it. "This is my blood." He forced me to drink the blood. I gagged and coughed. He laughed.
Jason was sitting on a chair watching Angel as she slept. A drop of blood emerged from the side of her lips. She took communion. Jason left the room and went up stairs. "She has taken communion."
His father smiled. "This is good."