SOC 101 (SUBJECT 2)✓

12

-CAUGHT-

The sound from the tiny device between my legs faded in my ears as my back arched off the bed as the pleasure clouded my mind. Moans slipped past my lips but were muffled by the covers I had bunched up into my mouth. My mother was just doors away from my room, yet I had succumbed to temptation. Did I enjoy the fear I was feeling? I was uncertain. The hum from the device got to my ears again, and I considered going with it again.

The device I had found in the small box had been a vibrator. It was a rather tiny piece, in the shape of the capsules we took when we fell ill, just slightly bigger than it. It had been on my mind ever since I had seen it, and I had refused to use it. Why was I doing just that right now?

A sigh escaped my lips as I pulled it away from the sensitive nub between my legs. It still tingled from the aftermath of the rigorous vibrations it had been feeling. My hand was soaked with liquid from my vagina, the device dripped onto my thigh and I numbly held it there. My breathing still picked up as I sat up, pulling the covers away from my mouth. The ringing in my ears ceased briefly, and I listened for sounds from my mother's room. When I heard nothing, I slumped back onto my bed and squeezed my palm shut.

I turned on the device again, playing with the settings before putting it between my legs again. Suddenly the sound of my mother's door slamming shut had me frantic as I tried to turn off the humming device. I pulled the covers over my body in time as she opened the door. Her eyes looked around before it landed on me as I rubbed my eyes. I cringed slightly, realizing I still had my liquid coating my fingers.

"Why is it so stuffy in here?" She queried, walking in and pulling the curtains open, "Always open the windows."

"Yes, ma." I quietly replied, hoping the tremor in my voice wasn't visible enough to be heard or the shaking of my body.

"You're going to fellowship today. Your punishment ended yesterday." She announced, looking as if she still wasn't ready for me to step out.

I nodded, "I'll get ready right away."

She turned on her heels and walked out, loudly slamming the door. The sound of her going down the stairs then slamming the door to the front door followed. I quickly pulled the cover off my body, my body feeling the heat. I sighed, looking down at the vibrator and wiping it with the cloth I had kept lying around. I kept it back in its box and hid it under my clothes in my bag. I wiped at the stickiness between my thighs as well before searching for something to wear to fellowship. I eventually picked a dress that had stripes on it, one clothing my mother had passed down to me.

I pulled my small purse and walked out of the house, locking the door. I kept my eyes down as I walked down the road, hearing whispers and watching as mothers gripped their children tighter. Some kids still waved at me, others meekly turned away upon seeing me, some ran in an opposite direction, some whispered, a lot just looked like they wished I didn't come back. The thought of it had me slouching slightly before standing upright and walking past them.

"Theresaaa." I heard an annoying voice call, and I merely walked faster, hearing the slapping of shoes on the road as he ran to catch up with me.

"Why do you keep doing this?" I asked in frustration as I looked up at him. He dared to rub his greasy fingers in my hair.

"I've missed you so much!" He mumbled with a smile, "Heard they saw you in a compromising position. You should stop putting so much burden on your mother. Madam tries so much for you, the least you could do was please her."

I sighed, rolling my eyes before turning away from him and walking ahead, "Why do you care?"

"Because I like you and I don't enjoy hearing you're in trouble, Theresa." He sweetly replied, jogging and skipping as he walked beside me.

I stared up at him with my brow twitching, "Stop with your delirious acts. It's getting too much for me."

"You never complained much before you left," He complained, "Don't tell me someone out there actually caught your attention."

I felt my cheeks heat up from the sudden intrusion of my daydream with Micah, it was just a dream, nothing more, "No, stop it, Daniel."

"You know when I get to leave and go to the university, I'll definitely get you to come with me." He boasted, his brows raising suggestively.

I stopped walking to look at him, properly look at him, "Aren't you 16?"

He groaned, looking offended by what I had said as he walked ahead of me, "I'm clocking 17 this year. In two years, I'll be off to the outside world."

"Good luck then." I said, surprising myself as we finally stopped in front of the cathedral, "I pray you have it better than I did."

He stopped talking after that, and it surprised me he did. Normally Daniel had always been a relentless flirt, and that was because one child that had visited the outside world had once brought back novels for us as treats. Daniel had gotten influenced by the one he had gotten, a romance novel. Ever since he had tried to no avail to get my attention. He also claimed that he was going to be the one to marry me.

The service went faster than I hoped it would, and through the service, Martha had told me something I wished she hadn't. Did my mother hate me that much? According to Martha, the lines weren't meant to be over five. All other children had only gotten five lines on their back as the maximum, but I had gotten way more than that. Children referred to my mother as wicked, strict, cold, and confident. While some worshipped her and looked up to her religiously, people like Daniel fell into that category. He even had my mother's blessings. Even though such relationships between us, children, were prohibited, my mother had laughed heartily upon hearing his request, only to hit me when he left because I was tempting the innocent little boy.

I quietly opened the door when I saw the light was turned, mother was back home. I walked up to my room, shrugging off the cobweb I had caught on my shoulder. I opened the door only to gape at my mother as she clenched my sketchbook in her palm. Her eyes stared at my feet, not bothering to look at me.

"Is this what you do in your free time?" She questioned, "You draw naked bodies?!"

I gulped as I backed away from her, my back softly pressing against the door as she stalked towards me, still clenching the sketchbook in her hand. What was she even doing in here?

"You always drew beautiful things, Theresa, but this... this is my reward? I knew I shouldn't have let you step a foot out of the County, but I did it to please you, to make you happy only for you to come with a filthy mind. A filthy soul. No matter how I look at you, all I see is filth, Theresa!" She screamed into my face, flinging the sketchbook across the room.

I couldn't respond to her as I shook in my spot, hoping she hadn't noticed anything else. The note Ryth had written on the box, I had hidden it in my sketchbook and I prayed she hadn't seen it.

"It seems the cleansing I did wasn't enough." She said to herself as she pulled away from me, her eyes downcast, "I should have done this all along."

I still stood in my spot, my eyes straining as I saw the note on the floor not too far from my mother's foot.

"You're going to the retreat." She said, her glassy eyes meeting mine before she turned away from me, "You're too stuck in that world that you can't see clearly, you can't see how much sin you have revolving around you."

She walked out after that, shoving me away from the door. My body had slammed against my dresser and I yelped in pain as my side burned. I quickly picked up the note, running towards my bag and shoving it inside. 

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