t/w
sex trafficking, child sexual abuse, cults, rape
-
Natalia sat in the back of this chapel, legs crossed, head resting in her hand. The man who was more or less renting her right now was preaching, she assumed. She honestly had no idea, she wasn't really paying attention. Something about God, sinners, whatever the fuck. She'd been here for a little under a day, if she had to guess. She was, as per usual, drugged out of her mind when she arrived here. She had felt a man hug her and hold her. She couldn't make out anything that he was saying, or maybe she just didn't remember what he said. She could feel him touch her in places she'd been touched so many times before.
As Natalia looked to her right, she saw two people, she assumed to be brother and sister. "Excuse me?" She whispered and the girl's head turned to her. "Uh, do you know where I am? Am I still in America?"
"Um, yes." The girl nodded, looking confusedly at her brother.
"Do you know what state?"
There was a pause between the girls. "I don't know." The sister replied after a minute.
"Okay," Natalia nodded, smiling at the girl. "I'm Natalia, by the way."
"Uh, Samantha." The girl nodded, before turning away, and exchanging a few whispers with her brother before he held his hand out, presumably for a handshake, smiling courteously. "I'm Jason. You said you're Natalia?"
"Yes," She didn't move her hands, keeping them folded in her lap. He seemed to get the hint, smiled one more time, lowered his hand and turned his attention back to Preacher Dude. Natalia didn't remember his name, it was unimportant.
-
As Natalia walked down a hallway into what she assumed was either this dude's bedroom or office, she'd been raped in both before, she saw Samantha hurriedly walking out of the room, arms wrapped around herself. She held up a hand, as to wave, and Samantha nodded, showing that she acknowledged her, but nonetheless walked on.
Of course Natalia wasn't the only one.
She went inside the room, a bedroom, and shut the door behind her. "Natalia." He folded his hands, smiling almost devilishly.
"Hi." She lowered her eyes towards the ground.
"Aw, don't be like that, Tally." He walked towards her, placing his hands on her chin, directing her head to look at him. "I, Lucian Lyons, am welcoming you to the light of God."
Lucian Lyons? No way in hell that was the name his parents gave him. No way in hell he didn't change it to that.
And the light of God? Not the first time she'd been raped by a pastor/preacher/priest/whatever the hell this dude called himself and it most certainly wouldn't be the last.
-
The two months went by slowly. Everyday was a very mundane routine. Wake up, eat, preacher bullshit, eat, preacher bullshit, eat, sleep. Sometimes, Lucian would run off for supply runs. He only brought Natalia on one of them. It was pretty mundane, just like the routine. But, usually, he left her at the compound. She talked to some of the people. Nobody asked where she came from, why she was here, why Lucian paid so much attention to her. Nobody asked or really seemed to care.
Just what the fuck was this place?
One day, Lucian told her he found a buyer in Europe. So, away from this fucked up place, into another she went.
