Captured

Captured

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Dec 19, 2014
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I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. It doesn't work. I just can't seem to contain my excitement. I know how to act. Here, I am anything but a child. No matter if I want to scream aloud or not, this is hardly the time or place for such unbecoming behavior. I take another breath and turn around, watching the door behind me. If he is coming, he should be here soon. All around me people are walking and talking amongst themselves. I feel as though I am a chameleon, invisible and blending into the grey chairs around me, but I know I am not. Everyone can see me. I hear the high pitched squeal the door makes when it closes and turn around. He's here! I jump up and even though I would love nothing more than to run to him and jump in his arms- I calmly walk toward him, a wide smile taking residence on my face. "Hi," He smiles when I'm close enough to hear him. "Hi," I smile back and lean in for a hug. He wraps his arms around me tightly.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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