Trust in Him

Chapter 3

Inside an abandoned and long-forgotten warehouse, there layed a girl. Pushed away from all of the few windows, the girl lay curled into a ball, chained to the wall, shivering from a cold she wasn't used to. The girl was whimpering, her hands over her right eye.

"It hurts... It hurts...!" A quiet, pained sob comes from her as tears flow down her cheeks, a little bit of left-over blood smearing underneath her palms as it mixes with the salt water. "Lord, how could you do this...? How could you let this happen to me? It hurts!" she cries out, looking up at the ceiling, her eyes filled with pain and betrayal.

The girl bows her head and her shoulders hunch as sudden guilt washes over her. She shouldn't be mad at God. She's the one who got into a fight. She's the one who left alone. Maybe this was punishment for her sins. Or maybe...

The girl was struck with a sudden thought. Was it possible that the Lord had allowed this to happen so she can use it to bring people to Him? Was this pain, this despair, this loneliness, going to be a part of her testimony one day?

"Lord... I'm sorry. Not my will be done, but Yours. Please, oh Lord. Help me be strong. Please, help me to forgive my enemy. But Lord, please cast him down! Do not let him go unpunished, though I've forgiven him! Do not turn a blind eye to the suffering of your servant and your servant's family. But nevertheless... not my will, but Yours." The girl whispers, her eyes closed. "Forgive me for thinking You'd left me. Lord, You will never leave me. I know that now. I'm not strong enough to get through this on my own, and I fear I'm not strong enough even to walk this. Lord, please carry me so that I can continue toward You, for I do not wish to ever leave Your love and the path you have for me. I love you, Lord."

The girl, with long, tangled black hair, a yellow left eye, and now a bright blue right eye, continues to pray fervently throughout the night. She falls asleep praying even as her captor enters the room. He sees her, but she doesn't look to be in despair. Instead, there is a new light in the girl. She appears to be hopeful and at peace, even as she shivers, even as she coughs, even as tears run down her cheeks. Even in unconciousness, Hina Yaoyorozu emanates the love of God.

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How long has it been...? It feels like forever... Hina thinks, lifting her head and looking around. Her head felt heavier as she lifted it--she knew why--but she shuddered away from the thought, not wanting to think about it.

Her captor was in the warehouse, but in a smaller, closed off room closer to the door. Hina couldn't even see the door from where she lay, shivering and curled into a ball yet again. This had become her favorite position since she was kidnapped, as it helped preserve what little warmth she felt and it made her feel more protected, however foolish that feeling was.

Hina swallows, her mouth dry. She reaches a shaky hand to the disposable plastic cup placed beside her. She was given one or two meals a day--depending on whether she was forgotten about or not--and just as many cups of water. Her captor didn't want her to die, but he also didn't want her healthy enough to try any sort of rebellion. She needed her strength for what he was putting her through, though. Hina brings the cup to her lips, taking a sip of the water. She'd drunk enough of the provided water to know that it wouldn't be drugged. Hina's experiments were always performed when she was awake, and she had to have enough strength for the day to live through them. She would be the only victim. She wouldn't give her captor an excuse to go out and get another.

After setting the cup down, Hina bowed her head. She was scared. Lord... she thinks. You haven't forgotten Your servant, have You? No... Father, I-I'm scared. I don't know how long it's been, I don't know where I am, I don't know what's going on in the outside world. Even if I am rescued soon... I'll be a freak among freaks. Her shoulders sag, and her head drops lower. I'll be a person with too much power among people who have only one or two powers. What will I do? What will I say? Should I even interact with people anymore? She bites her bottom lip as she thinks, I feel like I don't deserve that... Not anymore.