prologue

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"Malachai?"

He turned his head at his sweet lovers voice. He had a knife in his hand and her father's blood all over it. She had came downstairs to screaming and she couldn't believe her eyes.

He was not ashamed of what he had done. He did what he had to to get her. He was going to marry her and this old bastard was in the way. Not anymore.

He stepped over the man's body and slowly walked over to her. He called out to her.

"My little princess.."

Her whole body shook as her eyes stayed glued to the knife. His eyes were dark and full of possession. He thought her fear was delicious.

He loved it.

"Come on (Name)...you and I..together forever.."

She kept backing away almost tripping over a beer bottle on the ground.

"Like we always wanted."

"...i didn't want this malachai.."

His face twists in annoyance. How dare she say such things to him? The boy she claimed she loved.

Malachai had always crushed on her. Ever since they were young children. He had watched her from afar but never approached her.

Until one day when she was thirteen, she had talked to him for the very first time in church. He had been surprised but happy nonetheless.

They had begun dating a few months later. And had been so in love with each other.

And then Issac came around.

He had the children meeting in the cornfield along with Malachai. She refused to go, scared of the young boy.

And then today happened.

You had attended church on Sunday morning like usual. The other children were in the cornfield. All except you and Job.

Once the service had finished, you had went home to finish chores. You were finishing the laundry upstairs when you heard the screams of your father.

And now here you were. Malachai soaked with blood, with a crazed look in his eyes, trying to get you to cooperate with his demands.

"Issac says it is His will. We must obey. Don't you see?!"

He had cornered you against your door. He put his knife in his pocket and gripped both your arms tightly. He kissed you roughly.

He pulled away once he heard your sobs.

"YOU ARE MINE."

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