Horror and Thriller Fiction posted April 16, 2013 |
The aberration of Christianity
The Depersonalization of Deborah
by AlvinTEthington
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
The author has placed a warning on this post for sexual content.
The cold of the night would soon arrive. Deborah shivered, naked on the cross to which she was cuffed. The Mojave desert sun was slowly going down, and she knew the temperature would drop rapidly. She could feel the dried spit and semen on her body.
Deborah had been so excited about her acceptance to Blythe College. Unattractive, overweight, and not very smart--at least that is what she thought of herself--she had finally achieved something. She had been such a good girl in high school in Wickenburg, Arizona, faithfully attending the Baptist Church on Sunday mornings and evenings and on Wednesday evenings and working hard to make good grades. She heard every week how Armageddon was coming soon, and she wanted to be prepared to meet her Lord with as few sins as possible. Even when field trips were arranged to go hiking in the areas near Las Vegas, she refused to go with her high school class, because she wanted to be nowhere near the City of Sin.
In her first year of college she had met Randy. During the spring semester, they were taking a Bible and Current Events class together. Groups of two or three students had to present a project at the end of the class. Both she and Randy, having exhibited an interest in the subject, were given predictions of the end of the world.
They searched the Scriptures looking for hints. They found the Bible said the world, as human beings knew it, would end soon. At Randy's insistence, though Deborah did not like looking at pagan material, they also looked at the Mayan calendar, which ended in 2012.
One night, while they were pouring over the Bible, Randy suggested Deborah come to church with him. Deborah had been going to the Baptist church faithfully, and really had no desire to go anywhere else, except that the pastor of the Baptist church in Blythe never preached on the end of the world or on the sin and iniquity of the current world. Randy said that was the primary focus of every sermon of the pastor of his church, which met at a ranch about twenty miles across the Colorado River from Blythe in Arizona. There would be no one but faithful Christians there.
Deborah had started to fall for Randy. His sandy blond hair came just over his forehead and he had mesmerizing blue eyes. He had a good body, though Deborah could not see much of it, since Randy always wore a dress shirt and dress slacks to class. Deborah thought that was classy, and she could see the contours of his chest muscles through his thin shirt. This was the kind of a man she thought she would want for a husband, so she went to church with him.
The drive was long and hot, as Randy's car did not have air conditioning. He did not want to engage himself in the comforts of this world. Deborah, who had put on her best dress, wished she had worn a light cotton one. She was already uncomfortable.
When they arrived at the ranch, Deborah noticed an iron cross in the front yard of the house with rings on the ends of the crossbar and at the bottom. She asked Randy about it, and he said that his congregation insisted on remembering the suffering of Jesus as they knew they would suffer, too. The cross was a good reminder.
The sermon was long, but very interesting to Deborah. Quoting mostly passages about the end of the world, which Deborah had not heard from a pulpit for a long time, the pastor insisted how all true Christians must band together to persevere. He talked about trials and tribulations that they would go through and how their faith would be severely tested. He emphasized they must be strong.
At the reception following church, there was a huge layout of food. Deborah asked one of the college-aged girls where all the food had come from.
The girl laughed. "Hi, I'm Amy." She offered her hand.
Deborah shook it. "Hi, I'm Deborah; I'm new here."
"I knew that," Amy said. "Otherwise, you would have known we have our own vegetable garden here. We don't eat meat because there might be blood in it and God commanded Noah not to eat blood. We tend the garden every day."
"You mean you live here?" Deborah didn't know that God commanded Noah not to eat blood and didn't want to show her ignorance, so she changed the subject. "You don't work or go to school?"
"No, what would be the purpose? The world will end soon."
Randy came up to the two girls. "Amy, are you trying to get Deborah to move in here?"
"There is the bed where Teresa slept."
Deborah looked at both of them.
"Teresa was not one of the faithful," Randy said. "She moved on."
"Hey, Deborah," Amy said. "Some of us are going to Las Vegas to try to convert some of the heathen on Wednesday so they won't die when Armageddon comes. Do you want to come? Your semester is finished by then, right, Randy?"
"Yes, but I think Deborah and I need some down time. We might even come to the ranch that day while you all are out in Las Vegas."
He didn't even bother to ask Deborah whether she had any plans for Wednesday.
"Oh, OK," Amy said. "Have a great time."
On the ride back to the college, Deborah was quiet. She finally asked, "Randy, why didn't you ask me about Wednesday before telling Amy first?"
"Oh, we have no secrets at the church. The Lord has revealed something to me."
"Really, Randy? What?" Deborah could not contain her excitement.
"You'll see when we go to the ranch on Wednesday."
Deborah awakened on Wednesday and immediately called Randy. "Randy, what should I wear today?"
"Oh, just something light."
"What about when the temperature drops at night? It could get into the thirties. I know something light would be fine for the hot sun of the daytime, but I don't want to be cold at night."
"Don't worry, you'll be home by then."
When Randy arrived at Deborah's dorm room, he was wearing a tank top, jeans, boots, and he had a hunting knife strapped to his belt. Deborah drew her breath in at how handsome he was.
"Randy, why are you dressed like that? What about the hunting knife?"
"Oh, you were right about it being hot during the day, so I thought I'd look casual for you. Do you think I'm handsome?"
"Oh yes, very much, Randy. I just have never seen you like this before and what's with the hunting knife?"
"Oh, if we do any hiking and run into any animals, we need to defend ourselves. It's mostly just snakes, and an occasional wild coyote. I know how to hunt wild animals. My father taught me."
"Oh." Deborah was not thoroughly convinced by this explanation, but Randy would never hurt her. He loved the Lord as much as she did.
They got into Randy's car and started the drive to the ranch. Randy was very quiet. Deborah didn't know if she should speak or not. Finally, she could not hold it in.
"Randy, what did the Lord reveal to you?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, Randy, I do."
"I am going to make you my wife."
Deborah was thoroughly surprised at the thought. "But I wanted to invite my parents and my sister to my wedding."
"The church is your family now."
"Will the pastor be there?"
"Yes, only the women went into Las Vegas. All the guys stayed at the ranch."
"Randy, this is happening too fast for me. I think we should go back to the college."
Randy's face turned red. "Who are you to question the Lord?"
"Randy, I am not questioning. I just need some time."
"We don't have time; the world is ending, remember?" His hand went to his hunting knife. "Don't make me use this to convince you."
Deborah now was really frightened, but they were nearly at the ranch. Randy was much stronger than she was, and there would be other men at the ranch.
They parked near the iron cross. Randy held his knife at her throat. "Now I am going to make you my wife. Take off all your clothes."
Deborah was too frightened not to obey. She didn't understand what was happening; didn't Randy love the Lord? She took off all her clothes.
Randy whistled. Several men appeared, including the pastor.
"I am going to make Deborah my wife."
"Good," said the pastor. "Let's tie her to the cross." They lifted Deborah's naked body on to the iron cross. They put her hands through the rings on either side of the crossbar and her feet through the ring on the bottom. One of the boys produced several sets of handcuffs and her hands were handcuffed and locked to the rings on either side of the crossbar, and her feet were forced apart and each foot was separately locked to the rings at the bottom of the cross.
Randy was unbuttoning his jeans. He had a fully engorged member.
Oh no, he's going to rape me in front of all these people! Deborah thought. She started sobbing uncontrollably.
The pastor slapped her face with his open bare hand. "Shut up, bitch! This is the Biblical way two are united as one."
Randy entered her and she felt searing pain throughout her body. She could also feel a sticky substance dripping between her legs, which she realized was blood. Randy had broken her hymen.
"The bitch didn't even enjoy it, Randy," one of the boys said. "She didn't tell you she was your wife, as she is supposed to."
"That's right, isn't it? She's a whore, a Bathsheba, a Jezebel," the pastor said.
"I know!" said one of the other boys. "Let's make her know what she is. Let's all take turns giving this whore what she wants."
"Please, no!" Deborah sobbed. "I want my mother. This isn't what God intended for you to do."
"We can't tolerate ingratitude for proper sexual conduct in our church."
"But Randy raped me!" Deborah cried out, half in fear and and half in anger.
"He made you his wife in the Biblical way. You didn't appreciate it." The pastor spit on her naked breast.
"All right, who's next?" Randy said.
"I am," the pastor said. He thrust cruelly inside Deborah and pulled out right before he ejaculated. He left his semen on her naked body for all to see.
"All right, all you boys do the same," the pastor said. "Leave your semen on her body, and then spit on her. She can think about her sins while the semen and spit dry on her body."
After the third boy, Deborah passed out.
When she came to, she felt the chill of night approach. She heard footsteps coming near her on the cross. She hoped whoever it was would let her down. Her muscles had atrophied, and she knew she needed medical assistance.
She opened her eyes and saw it was Randy.
"I've come here to save you," he said.
"Why, Randy, why?" Deborah was screaming and crying at the same time.
"Because, like Teresa, you were not one of the faithful. You did not appreciate the man who made you his wife."
"You raped me!"
"I'll save you like I saved Teresa." He took out his hunting knife and made a cut in the shape of a cross above her left breast where the pastor had spit on her.
The pain seared through Deborah's body.
"The night is coming soon. The wild animals will come out and smell your blood. They will gnaw at you and if somehow you survive, you will die from exposure to the cold. You are getting what you deserve, Jezebel. You will be saved from practicing your evil ways of ingratitude to the Lord's messengers."
Deborah watched him walk away. He never even looked back.
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The cold of the night would soon arrive. Deborah shivered, naked on the cross to which she was cuffed. The Mojave desert sun was slowly going down, and she knew the temperature would drop rapidly. She could feel the dried spit and semen on her body.
Deborah had been so excited about her acceptance to Blythe College. Unattractive, overweight, and not very smart--at least that is what she thought of herself--she had finally achieved something. She had been such a good girl in high school in Wickenburg, Arizona, faithfully attending the Baptist Church on Sunday mornings and evenings and on Wednesday evenings and working hard to make good grades. She heard every week how Armageddon was coming soon, and she wanted to be prepared to meet her Lord with as few sins as possible. Even when field trips were arranged to go hiking in the areas near Las Vegas, she refused to go with her high school class, because she wanted to be nowhere near the City of Sin.
In her first year of college she had met Randy. During the spring semester, they were taking a Bible and Current Events class together. Groups of two or three students had to present a project at the end of the class. Both she and Randy, having exhibited an interest in the subject, were given predictions of the end of the world.
They searched the Scriptures looking for hints. They found the Bible said the world, as human beings knew it, would end soon. At Randy's insistence, though Deborah did not like looking at pagan material, they also looked at the Mayan calendar, which ended in 2012.
One night, while they were pouring over the Bible, Randy suggested Deborah come to church with him. Deborah had been going to the Baptist church faithfully, and really had no desire to go anywhere else, except that the pastor of the Baptist church in Blythe never preached on the end of the world or on the sin and iniquity of the current world. Randy said that was the primary focus of every sermon of the pastor of his church, which met at a ranch about twenty miles across the Colorado River from Blythe in Arizona. There would be no one but faithful Christians there.
Deborah had started to fall for Randy. His sandy blond hair came just over his forehead and he had mesmerizing blue eyes. He had a good body, though Deborah could not see much of it, since Randy always wore a dress shirt and dress slacks to class. Deborah thought that was classy, and she could see the contours of his chest muscles through his thin shirt. This was the kind of a man she thought she would want for a husband, so she went to church with him.
The drive was long and hot, as Randy's car did not have air conditioning. He did not want to engage himself in the comforts of this world. Deborah, who had put on her best dress, wished she had worn a light cotton one. She was already uncomfortable.
When they arrived at the ranch, Deborah noticed an iron cross in the front yard of the house with rings on the ends of the crossbar and at the bottom. She asked Randy about it, and he said that his congregation insisted on remembering the suffering of Jesus as they knew they would suffer, too. The cross was a good reminder.
The sermon was long, but very interesting to Deborah. Quoting mostly passages about the end of the world, which Deborah had not heard from a pulpit for a long time, the pastor insisted how all true Christians must band together to persevere. He talked about trials and tribulations that they would go through and how their faith would be severely tested. He emphasized they must be strong.
At the reception following church, there was a huge layout of food. Deborah asked one of the college-aged girls where all the food had come from.
The girl laughed. "Hi, I'm Amy." She offered her hand.
Deborah shook it. "Hi, I'm Deborah; I'm new here."
"I knew that," Amy said. "Otherwise, you would have known we have our own vegetable garden here. We don't eat meat because there might be blood in it and God commanded Noah not to eat blood. We tend the garden every day."
"You mean you live here?" Deborah didn't know that God commanded Noah not to eat blood and didn't want to show her ignorance, so she changed the subject. "You don't work or go to school?"
"No, what would be the purpose? The world will end soon."
Randy came up to the two girls. "Amy, are you trying to get Deborah to move in here?"
"There is the bed where Teresa slept."
Deborah looked at both of them.
"Teresa was not one of the faithful," Randy said. "She moved on."
"Hey, Deborah," Amy said. "Some of us are going to Las Vegas to try to convert some of the heathen on Wednesday so they won't die when Armageddon comes. Do you want to come? Your semester is finished by then, right, Randy?"
"Yes, but I think Deborah and I need some down time. We might even come to the ranch that day while you all are out in Las Vegas."
He didn't even bother to ask Deborah whether she had any plans for Wednesday.
"Oh, OK," Amy said. "Have a great time."
On the ride back to the college, Deborah was quiet. She finally asked, "Randy, why didn't you ask me about Wednesday before telling Amy first?"
"Oh, we have no secrets at the church. The Lord has revealed something to me."
"Really, Randy? What?" Deborah could not contain her excitement.
"You'll see when we go to the ranch on Wednesday."
Deborah awakened on Wednesday and immediately called Randy. "Randy, what should I wear today?"
"Oh, just something light."
"What about when the temperature drops at night? It could get into the thirties. I know something light would be fine for the hot sun of the daytime, but I don't want to be cold at night."
"Don't worry, you'll be home by then."
When Randy arrived at Deborah's dorm room, he was wearing a tank top, jeans, boots, and he had a hunting knife strapped to his belt. Deborah drew her breath in at how handsome he was.
"Randy, why are you dressed like that? What about the hunting knife?"
"Oh, you were right about it being hot during the day, so I thought I'd look casual for you. Do you think I'm handsome?"
"Oh yes, very much, Randy. I just have never seen you like this before and what's with the hunting knife?"
"Oh, if we do any hiking and run into any animals, we need to defend ourselves. It's mostly just snakes, and an occasional wild coyote. I know how to hunt wild animals. My father taught me."
"Oh." Deborah was not thoroughly convinced by this explanation, but Randy would never hurt her. He loved the Lord as much as she did.
They got into Randy's car and started the drive to the ranch. Randy was very quiet. Deborah didn't know if she should speak or not. Finally, she could not hold it in.
"Randy, what did the Lord reveal to you?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, Randy, I do."
"I am going to make you my wife."
Deborah was thoroughly surprised at the thought. "But I wanted to invite my parents and my sister to my wedding."
"The church is your family now."
"Will the pastor be there?"
"Yes, only the women went into Las Vegas. All the guys stayed at the ranch."
"Randy, this is happening too fast for me. I think we should go back to the college."
Randy's face turned red. "Who are you to question the Lord?"
"Randy, I am not questioning. I just need some time."
"We don't have time; the world is ending, remember?" His hand went to his hunting knife. "Don't make me use this to convince you."
Deborah now was really frightened, but they were nearly at the ranch. Randy was much stronger than she was, and there would be other men at the ranch.
They parked near the iron cross. Randy held his knife at her throat. "Now I am going to make you my wife. Take off all your clothes."
Deborah was too frightened not to obey. She didn't understand what was happening; didn't Randy love the Lord? She took off all her clothes.
Randy whistled. Several men appeared, including the pastor.
"I am going to make Deborah my wife."
"Good," said the pastor. "Let's tie her to the cross." They lifted Deborah's naked body on to the iron cross. They put her hands through the rings on either side of the crossbar and her feet through the ring on the bottom. One of the boys produced several sets of handcuffs and her hands were handcuffed and locked to the rings on either side of the crossbar, and her feet were forced apart and each foot was separately locked to the rings at the bottom of the cross.
Randy was unbuttoning his jeans. He had a fully engorged member.
Oh no, he's going to rape me in front of all these people! Deborah thought. She started sobbing uncontrollably.
The pastor slapped her face with his open bare hand. "Shut up, bitch! This is the Biblical way two are united as one."
Randy entered her and she felt searing pain throughout her body. She could also feel a sticky substance dripping between her legs, which she realized was blood. Randy had broken her hymen.
"The bitch didn't even enjoy it, Randy," one of the boys said. "She didn't tell you she was your wife, as she is supposed to."
"That's right, isn't it? She's a whore, a Bathsheba, a Jezebel," the pastor said.
"I know!" said one of the other boys. "Let's make her know what she is. Let's all take turns giving this whore what she wants."
"Please, no!" Deborah sobbed. "I want my mother. This isn't what God intended for you to do."
"We can't tolerate ingratitude for proper sexual conduct in our church."
"But Randy raped me!" Deborah cried out, half in fear and and half in anger.
"He made you his wife in the Biblical way. You didn't appreciate it." The pastor spit on her naked breast.
"All right, who's next?" Randy said.
"I am," the pastor said. He thrust cruelly inside Deborah and pulled out right before he ejaculated. He left his semen on her naked body for all to see.
"All right, all you boys do the same," the pastor said. "Leave your semen on her body, and then spit on her. She can think about her sins while the semen and spit dry on her body."
After the third boy, Deborah passed out.
When she came to, she felt the chill of night approach. She heard footsteps coming near her on the cross. She hoped whoever it was would let her down. Her muscles had atrophied, and she knew she needed medical assistance.
She opened her eyes and saw it was Randy.
"I've come here to save you," he said.
"Why, Randy, why?" Deborah was screaming and crying at the same time.
"Because, like Teresa, you were not one of the faithful. You did not appreciate the man who made you his wife."
"You raped me!"
"I'll save you like I saved Teresa." He took out his hunting knife and made a cut in the shape of a cross above her left breast where the pastor had spit on her.
The pain seared through Deborah's body.
"The night is coming soon. The wild animals will come out and smell your blood. They will gnaw at you and if somehow you survive, you will die from exposure to the cold. You are getting what you deserve, Jezebel. You will be saved from practicing your evil ways of ingratitude to the Lord's messengers."
Deborah watched him walk away. He never even looked back.
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