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Adult +
Chapters:
2
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2,887
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3
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Chapter Two
Here it is! Chapter two! Constructive Crit. is always appreciated!
Enjoy!
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“Before what, exactly? Someone catches you?” Both Becky and Gabe froze. Malachi himself, terror of Gatlin and Isaac’s dog, was standing in the doorway, green eyes glinting evilly under red hair, his knife poised in his hand.
“Malachi,” Rebecca breathed, terror clenching in her chest like a fist. Malachi strode across the room, long legs carrying him to where Gabe was standing, frozen with fear, next to his forbidden trains.
“What have we here? Playing with trains even though they are strictly forbidden by Isaac, he who speaks for He Who Walks Behind the Rows?” Malachi said, grabbing the little boy by the arm.
“Malachi please! He’s just a boy! He doesn’t know any better!” pleaded Rebecca, watching as Malachi twisted her brother’s arm, causing her brother to yelp with pain.
“He knows the laws, Rebecca, and so do you! Blasphemy like his can only be repented with blood!” Malachi said, raising his knife over the head of the little boy struggling in his grasp.
“No!” cried Rebecca, diving forward and grabbing the hand that held the knife. “It’s my fault. I should have been watching him more closely. Malachi, please!” As quick as a snake, Malachi dropped Gabe and pushed Rebecca against the wall, knife held at her throat.
“Is that so?” he hissed, face inches away from hers. “Then the sacrifice to be made is yours.” She tried to squirm against his hold, but his strong body pressed her into the wall.
“Gabe,” she said, looking at her brother and trying to keep the panic rushing through her body out of her voice, “Gabe, you need to go and find Jacob and David and the other boys and go and help Leah and Jason with the new shed okay? I’ll be fine, I promise. Just go and find the other boys and stay out of trouble. Promise?”
“Becky!” cried Gabe, tears streaming down his face. All Rebecca could think about was getting her brother some place safe, some place far away from Malachi and his knife.
“Gabe, you have to listen to me. Go find the other boys and Leah. Do whatever she tells you to. You got to promise me Gabe,” she said with a calmness she didn’t feel.
“But Becky!” her brother said, making a step towards Malachi, his skinny, seven-year-old frame shaking with fear.
“No Gabe. Promise me,” she said, desperate to have her brother out of danger.
“I-I-I-I promise,” he said between sobs. Rebecca could see him torn within himself, debating whether to save his sister or run away as fast as he could.
“Good boy Gabe,” she said with a small sigh of relief, “I’ll catch up with you later okay? I’ll be fine. I promise. Go help Jacob and the other boys.” With one last look over his shoulder, Gabe ran out of the room. Rebecca only released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding until she heard the slamming of the front door.
“A noble gesture,” Malachi said, voice as cold as the steel pressed to her throat, “but He Who Walks Behind the Rows still demands blood.”
“Blood? Is that what you want Malachi?” she said, trying to keep her voice calm. He just smiled evilly in response, white teeth gleaming in the light filtered through the dusty curtains. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. Here she was, helpless, pinned against the wall by probably one of the most bloodthirsty people that had ever lived. She needed to find a way to make it out alive. “Not all blood is drawn with a knife you know,” she said softly, her mind screaming that this was never going to work and that she should just beg and hope Malachi wouldn’t do any lasting damage.
“What?” he said, a look of confusion washing across his face. She could feel strong muscles forcing her into the wall behind her, muscles ready to kill her where she stood.
“This blood,” she said quietly, looking away, hoping her voice didn’t betray the sheer terror she was feeling, “is drawn by only one thing, Malachi.”
“And what is that?” he whispered, face inches away from hers. She couldn’t believe what she was doing as she placed a hand on his chest, feeling hard muscle through his lightweight shirt, the knife still against her throat. Malachi certainly wasn’t handsome by any account, but he was strong. Rebecca slowly brought her hand lower, trailing down his stomach until she stopped at the waistband of his trousers. She didn’t dare look up at his face, afraid of what she might see. She started bringing her hand lower still, only to be stopped by Malachi’s hand over hers, holding it fast. “Blasphemer,” he whispered, hand not moving from where had originally pinned hers, “Isaac had said nothing of this sort of sacrifice.” Rebecca could swear that there was a strange glint in his eyes, shining through the sadistic gleam that was usually there. Perhaps there was still a chance that her gamble would work. He drew back, eyes searching as if to see if her face would betray anything she wasn’t telling him.
“Isaac is a child, Malachi,” she said, swallowing against the sharp edge held to her throat “He would know nothing of this.”
“And you would, Rebecca?”
“I haven’t been touched, Malachi, if that’s what you mean,” she snapped, bristling at the suggestion.
“Then I shall enjoy doing the honors in His name.” Before she knew what was happening, the blade was no longer pressed to her throat, and Malachi’s lips were crushing hers.
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Steamy. Thank you so much for reading! How about you do me a favor and shoot me a review?
Enjoy!
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“Before what, exactly? Someone catches you?” Both Becky and Gabe froze. Malachi himself, terror of Gatlin and Isaac’s dog, was standing in the doorway, green eyes glinting evilly under red hair, his knife poised in his hand.
“Malachi,” Rebecca breathed, terror clenching in her chest like a fist. Malachi strode across the room, long legs carrying him to where Gabe was standing, frozen with fear, next to his forbidden trains.
“What have we here? Playing with trains even though they are strictly forbidden by Isaac, he who speaks for He Who Walks Behind the Rows?” Malachi said, grabbing the little boy by the arm.
“Malachi please! He’s just a boy! He doesn’t know any better!” pleaded Rebecca, watching as Malachi twisted her brother’s arm, causing her brother to yelp with pain.
“He knows the laws, Rebecca, and so do you! Blasphemy like his can only be repented with blood!” Malachi said, raising his knife over the head of the little boy struggling in his grasp.
“No!” cried Rebecca, diving forward and grabbing the hand that held the knife. “It’s my fault. I should have been watching him more closely. Malachi, please!” As quick as a snake, Malachi dropped Gabe and pushed Rebecca against the wall, knife held at her throat.
“Is that so?” he hissed, face inches away from hers. “Then the sacrifice to be made is yours.” She tried to squirm against his hold, but his strong body pressed her into the wall.
“Gabe,” she said, looking at her brother and trying to keep the panic rushing through her body out of her voice, “Gabe, you need to go and find Jacob and David and the other boys and go and help Leah and Jason with the new shed okay? I’ll be fine, I promise. Just go and find the other boys and stay out of trouble. Promise?”
“Becky!” cried Gabe, tears streaming down his face. All Rebecca could think about was getting her brother some place safe, some place far away from Malachi and his knife.
“Gabe, you have to listen to me. Go find the other boys and Leah. Do whatever she tells you to. You got to promise me Gabe,” she said with a calmness she didn’t feel.
“But Becky!” her brother said, making a step towards Malachi, his skinny, seven-year-old frame shaking with fear.
“No Gabe. Promise me,” she said, desperate to have her brother out of danger.
“I-I-I-I promise,” he said between sobs. Rebecca could see him torn within himself, debating whether to save his sister or run away as fast as he could.
“Good boy Gabe,” she said with a small sigh of relief, “I’ll catch up with you later okay? I’ll be fine. I promise. Go help Jacob and the other boys.” With one last look over his shoulder, Gabe ran out of the room. Rebecca only released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding until she heard the slamming of the front door.
“A noble gesture,” Malachi said, voice as cold as the steel pressed to her throat, “but He Who Walks Behind the Rows still demands blood.”
“Blood? Is that what you want Malachi?” she said, trying to keep her voice calm. He just smiled evilly in response, white teeth gleaming in the light filtered through the dusty curtains. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. Here she was, helpless, pinned against the wall by probably one of the most bloodthirsty people that had ever lived. She needed to find a way to make it out alive. “Not all blood is drawn with a knife you know,” she said softly, her mind screaming that this was never going to work and that she should just beg and hope Malachi wouldn’t do any lasting damage.
“What?” he said, a look of confusion washing across his face. She could feel strong muscles forcing her into the wall behind her, muscles ready to kill her where she stood.
“This blood,” she said quietly, looking away, hoping her voice didn’t betray the sheer terror she was feeling, “is drawn by only one thing, Malachi.”
“And what is that?” he whispered, face inches away from hers. She couldn’t believe what she was doing as she placed a hand on his chest, feeling hard muscle through his lightweight shirt, the knife still against her throat. Malachi certainly wasn’t handsome by any account, but he was strong. Rebecca slowly brought her hand lower, trailing down his stomach until she stopped at the waistband of his trousers. She didn’t dare look up at his face, afraid of what she might see. She started bringing her hand lower still, only to be stopped by Malachi’s hand over hers, holding it fast. “Blasphemer,” he whispered, hand not moving from where had originally pinned hers, “Isaac had said nothing of this sort of sacrifice.” Rebecca could swear that there was a strange glint in his eyes, shining through the sadistic gleam that was usually there. Perhaps there was still a chance that her gamble would work. He drew back, eyes searching as if to see if her face would betray anything she wasn’t telling him.
“Isaac is a child, Malachi,” she said, swallowing against the sharp edge held to her throat “He would know nothing of this.”
“And you would, Rebecca?”
“I haven’t been touched, Malachi, if that’s what you mean,” she snapped, bristling at the suggestion.
“Then I shall enjoy doing the honors in His name.” Before she knew what was happening, the blade was no longer pressed to her throat, and Malachi’s lips were crushing hers.
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Steamy. Thank you so much for reading! How about you do me a favor and shoot me a review?