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    Running From The Darkness – (Chapter: 9 Silence)

    Story written on June 6, 2008 by Chewy.
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    Story Shortlink: https://assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=18732
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    What is sin? My Brethren, what is sin?

     

     

     

    "What is sin? My Brethren, what is sin?"

     

    The church is no more comforting then it was last week. The only difference is this time he’s not sitting beside me caressing my leg. He is standing up in front of the congregation preaching his words of God. I find it amusing that the devil has taken over. Of course, William Shakespeare said the devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. I find that quote very fitting today.

    "All of us are sinners." His words storm out over the pews instilling fear into us all. "All of us are locked in the prison of sin." Commanding attention and looking around making sure all eyes are on him, he stares at me hard before continuing, "God has the only key that will set us free." Slamming his hand down on the pulpit, "He offers to open the door to anyone who cries out for his mercy."

     

    Nancy and I are the only ones too not agree with his words. We sit silently while everyone else nods or says their agreements. She fiddles with her dress wanting for something that I’m not quite sure I want to know what it is.

     

    "Let the wicked forsake his way and the evil man his thoughts. Let him turn to the LORD, and he will have mercy on him, and to our God, for he will freely pardon (Isaiah 55:7)" Spitting of verse after verse has me shifting in my seat. He wouldn’t go there. Not again. His sermon is starting to feel familiar as if I’ve heard it before. Five years ago, he started his own personal crusade with a quote from the bible back home. Five years ago, I shared a secret and the punishment I received for it made me silent.

    "Or do you not know that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived; neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor homosexuals, nor thieves, nor the covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers, shall inherit the kingdom of God." He looks directly at me during that verse. It is his excuse.

     

    The reasons my punishments became what that are today is because I told my secrets. The last one I told was to my Sunday school teacher when I was thirteen. I told her that the Rev. hurt me. Tears in my eyes, I confessed to her what he was doing to me. I thought it was finally going to stop. All the pain would be gone, and the shame I carried with me would be no more. I was wrong. After talking with him, they both decided I needed to be punished for my lies. That day I received ten licks with a belt from my teacher and him both. The torture he put me through that night was worse.

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    2. God I hate this asshole more than ever. I could really use a torture scene sometime soon. This bastard needs to get what’s coming to him. Awesome update. PMASAP!!!!

    4. Call on me anytime you need obscure song references for your fics.lol On a more angry note..what a freakin’ bastard! He deserves everything he gets but I hope that when they do torture him they won’t get caught or in trouble for it. Looking forward to the next one.

    6. Let’s see what I can come up with for this assholes punishment…heres the continueing from the cutting of the chest,”So Earl have you had enough?” a female voice asked teasing the freshly cut wounds with the rets of her lemon, he squeeled at the touch and swung trying to get out of this hell, but it was only a quater of it we still had 2 more rounds to go..”Whos next?” she asked and a brunette came up, “I think i know what ill do with u Rev” She said evily and not meaning the word as it was said, she then took a thick stick looking thing but it was unique and had little mini razers on each end of it…”Have u ever had someone fuck u when u never wanted it?” He shook hes head no too much in pain..”well here u go” She then stuck the sharp object up his ass leaving no mercy…

    7. ok, i just caught up with the story because i’ve been busy. this story is dark but awesome. i love it so far. i, because i do not have an imagination, am not going to come up with a clever torture for earl. i think i’ll just wait to let him become some guy’s bitch in prison. that will be w wierd shower scene. i guess if it dosen’t happen then i can pretend to have an imagination and imagine him getting gang raped by 5 guys. p.s. 14 inches is nothing (lol)

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