Terrorforming || Yandere!Harem X F!Reader

Gone Home

You waited in whatever Camp Bethel's brother camp called its mess hall slash activities center, whatever its version of the Ark was. Pastor Jim probably kept the religious symbolism, named it the Ark too. What the camp ministry lacked in creativity, they more than made up for in zealotry.

You could only imagine what he was telling your mom right now. You heard a tidbit as she entered the director's office. "So I caught your daughter with one of our boys this morning..."

The real question was... How would she react? Would she be furious that you'd essentially thrown away your purity? Would she be ecstatic that you got over your unholy attraction?

Was this enough to get her to take you home?

Maybe you should have let more than one boy have his way with you. You weren't sure that you could have stomached that, though.

You already felt gross, just absolutely disgusting. That was to be expected, of course. Pastor Jim hadn't let you go to the latrine to clean yourself up after the act. Instead, he made you sit in your mess.

You had a sinking feeling that, even after you showered, cleaned up the crime scene between your legs, you would still feel dirty.

The boys were forbidden from entering the Ark while you were in there, but you still caught a couple peering at you through the windows. They wore matching filthy smirks, barked out the same mocking laughter. Assholes, every one of them. Except for sweet Gabriel.

You kept a count of seconds in your head, carved a tally mark in the wooden bench with your fingernail for each minute that passed. After almost an hour, your mom and Pastor Jim walked in, smiling and giggling like a couple of highschool sweethearts. Sickening.

That all stopped when they looked at you, however.

Your mom put her hands on her hips, wearing her best disappointed expression. "We're going to have a very long talk about this when we get home, young lady," she said. "You still have a lot to learn about chastity."

"Does that mean we're going home now?" You asked, careful to keep any emotion --especially excitement-- out of your tone.

"Yes. I had a long talk with your mother, and we decided it wouldn't be in anyone's best interest for you to return to Camp Bethel the rest of this summer. You should listen and obey her more often, Y/N. She's truly a model of virtue." Pastor Jim interjected, resting one of his hands on the small of her back.

Your mom blushed, preening like a peacock. Bile rushed up your throat and coated your tongue. You reflexively swallowed it back down, didn't say anything as you walked to and climbed into the car.

You ignored most of what she said on the ride home. You weren't quite dozing, drifting in and out of reality rather than consciousness.

You only came back to Earth when your mother sighed, "Perhaps you'll be placed in Prudence next summer."

Next summer, she said. After all the horrors you witnessed, after what you did --what you sacrificed-- to get sent home, she was planning on sending you back.

Over your dead body.

I'm not going back, you decided at that very moment. I'm never going back. You'd run away and live on the street if you had to, but you were never returning to Camp Bethel.

Turns out you didn't need to worry about it. Camp Bethel was closed after that summer. Not over all the girls hurt there, either... Over the woman murdered there. It was all over the news.

The corpse of camp director Dr Thorne was found shot to death in a small vertical wood box in the woods outside of Camp Bethel. None of the papers knew the purpose of the structure, but you recognized it in an instance, even with all the bullet holes punched into it. Confessional.

The gun was identified as the same caliber as the one kept on camp grounds, secured in the director's office, in case of bear or wolf attacks. The murder weapon --washed clean of fingerprints-- was recovered from the bottom of the lake, along with Dr Thorne's car and cellphone.

You remembered that stormy night you informed Nurse Thorne that you knew Rosasharon biblically. It would have been so easy to hide the sound of gunshots in the earth-rattling booms of thunder.

You debated going to the police, sharing your theory as to who was responsible for the murder... But ultimately decided against it. You would rather not get involved. Plus, that evil woman didn't deserve justice.

"My baby, my baby, my baby," your mother cooed, wrapping her arms around you and pressing kiss after kiss to the top of your head, "I'm so sorry, my girl!" This was when the story first broke. She was apologizing for the wrong thing, though.

It didn't matter, you told yourself. Just... Put it behind you. Just keep moving forward. All that really mattered was that you escaped Camp Bethel. You were undoubtedly worse for wear but still completely intact.

They said that time mended all wounds. Fingers crossed that applied to psychological damage as well as physical.