"I have a vendetta against Sunday School."
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The girl didn't wait for marriage, it's her own fault, she brought it on herself with her desires.
She begs you not to do it, tears in her eyes, saying she never slept with anyone, that she's a good girl. Filthy whore.
You smile as you thrust the braid upon her, the congregation cheering. Blood goes everywhere, like the Red Sea.
You made sure that the little girls saw, so they knew what would happen if they acted upon their desires. Her body is dragged away as you start the morning prayer, God has done well with you.
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The Biblical tale of Caroline Mercer
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