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Heaven and Back ― Chai & Koura
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The vaunted land of the free allows many indulgences. Hallowed laws laid down by founding fathers mean that one is free to live and worship largely as they please, at least if they have the means to do so. Yet people interpret protections enshrined in the law through tradition, and many so-called freedoms often hinge on how matters are perceived. Those who worship the God of Abraham have an easier time — most people assume that Christians and Jews are kind and good people, if only because they have been raised to believe so. People who worship other Gods are often considered alien and thus dangerous. We fear what we do not know. Yet evil dwells even among the presumably godly men. For evil is found in us all, regardless of our creed. Life is wrought with hardships and pain. Blinded by hubris, many falter, choosing to forge a path of their own. For depositing an ideal always creates a judge. Faced with this inescapable aspect of human nature, some try to forge their own values and morals. This is how the Church of Christ the Redeemer came to be. Once Jonathan Volsky had been a promising student at the Orthodox Seminar in Johnstone. Devout and dedicated, the young man was well-liked by both his teachers and his peers. Everyone had expected him to graduate without much fuss and to take his vows before turning thirty. No one thought to question his faith. The tall, handsome young man was a model student. Then something happened. Jonathan failed to show up in classes. His friends thought he had changed. His eyes had an eerie fire in them when he spoke. Two months later he dropped out of the seminar. It all began with a dream. An alcohol-fueled feverish dream in which Jonathan led God's chosen people into Heaven. Jonathan felt God's presence in his small apartment. He was certain that he had been chosen to act as His prophet. He was to become Word made flesh. Seeking inspiration from esoteric orthodox texts from both Mololans and Khylst, the young man embraced consciousness expanding substances, spending his evenings communing with 'angels'. Convinced that he was meant to spread God's True Word, Jonathan began to write his own gospel. Jonathan's Gospel of Redemption promised God's infinite mercy to anyone in proportion to which they had sinned. The devout young man came to believe that it was the wicked and the foul that God loved the most. At least as long as they sought true redemption in Him. Jonathan, now calling himself Daniel, uploaded dozens upon dozens of pages of esoteric writings on religious forums. While most disregard his essays, he quickly developed a small following on both Reddit and Facebook. Zoom allowed him to preach to his small congregation. Ten years later, a small independent church popped up in the Ozarks. At first, no one paid attention to the small congregation living on the remote farmstead. The motley collection of people kept to themselves, living simple lives tending to the land and animals they had bought. What they could not grow themselves, the congregation purchased from the nearby towns. While few of the locals were suspicious at first, none cared to take a closer look. The newcomers were Christian after all. Men and women both wore practical, modest clothes. None was ever seen drunk or acting in a disorderly manner in public. There were occasional rumors of young men and women escaping their homes to join the weird congregation, but no one could name such a person. No one could claim they knew any of the people living on the farm. Few cared. The newcomers didn't bother anyone. For the most part, the weird little congregation was active online, out of sight and thus out of mind. As years passed, the Church of Christ the Redeemer managed to spread its tendrils to the nearby small towns. Some youngsters visited the farm, never returning. Rumors began to circle. Some claimed that the small community was tainted. That the parishioners worshiped the devil. Tensions rose as families tried to bring back their loved ones. Few chose to return, smiling softly as they claimed that they had found peace and meaning on the remote farm. The police could do little. No one was kept on the farm against their will. Father Daniel made sure that all the kids trying to join his little congregation were sent back home. He insisted that only an adult could make such a choice. Yet, the disgruntled locals did not take long to cut ties with the farm. Only a few traders and outcasts were willing to deal with the remote church. Money always had its servants and adherents. The 'redemptionists' seemed to be happy to be left on their own. They appeared to have no particular desire to evangelize others. Daniel and his followers would welcome anyone and everyone as long as they came of their own volition. |
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"How far away are we?" "Maps says 15 minutes." "Great―I'm surprised that's even working. I'm getting the shittiest service." A young woman frowned as she watched the service indicator in the top right corner of her phone oscillate between one and two bars. An editing app was open, her fingers working quickly and effortlessly across the screen, making minor edits on a few photos before attempting to upload it to Instagram. The progress bar moved tortuously slow before ultimately failing, a reflection of the remoteness of the location. Such a shame, she thought to herself, since she looked so cute in her white sundress. The photo had been taken some hours earlier at Clinton International Airport shortly after they landed, the morning sun streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling glass panels and illuminating the sweet smile on her face. From there it had been another 3-hour drive to the mountainous Ozarks, leaving behind the flat developed lands of suburbia as they made their way into rural, lush hills and forest. Evelyn Lee, or Eve as her friends preferred to call her, was a small content creator. If a few hundred thousands followers across social media counted as small. These days it was nothing impressive, but still she enjoyed what she did, loving the attention and novelty it brought to her life. Among other things, Eve loved to showcase the oddities of her travels―interviews of interesting personalities she had met, or places that weren't exactly tourist destinations but had a charm about them anyway. This particular trip was special, both in its subject and her potential for growth. She'd first heard of the Redemptionists while doing some unrelated research into Arkansas, and she quickly came upon strange stories of a repurposed cabins and the surrounding lands. Just some exaggerated tales, maybe, rumors that others were a little too quick to pass around, but it intrigued her all the same. Not much was known about their church―the Church of Christ the Redeemer―aside from the fact that they were led by a man who called himself Daniel and took up permanent residence deep in the Ozark mountains. From what she understood, the congregation had renovated the old Breckenridge Lodges and its grounds into their place of worship. Naturally curious, Eve had roped her assistants and two best friends, Liam and Alyssa, to join her. "It's not too late to turn back you know," Liam joked from the drivers seat as he turned left onto the gravel road that led to the church. Eve rolled her eyes, a half smile tugging up the corners of her lips. "Just keep driving." "Drive smoother," quipped Alyssa from the back seat, the top of her blonde hair bobbing up and down in the rear view mirror. "It's gravel." Liam's short reply was accompanied by a grin that she couldn't see, and he purposefully pumped the brakes a few times to annoy her even more. The main building came into view, a grand structure that presumably used to serve as a lobby and communal area when the cabins were still in use as a hotel. Wooden log panels and a grey stone facade on the exterior emphasized the surrounding nature, while the wide glass panels added a touch of modernity. Beyond it were additional roads that led to various cabins in the distance, some small, some large, but all built in a similar fashion. And across the yard was clearly a new addition: a chapel, modest and white, that faced the lobby. A small steeple stood proudly on the roof, the cross at its crown casting a shadow on the ground. Just a few women were knelt in front of the chapel, tending to the flower beds that decorated the lawn and walkway. Liam parked the car in front, and Eve knew that she didn't belong. Neither of the three California natives did, especially not in the shiny red Audi they'd rented to make the drive. As she stepped out of the car and walked to the entrance of the main building, she was acutely aware of the Redemptionists who had paused their work to stare at them, silently watching the three newcomers. No, not watching. Judging. "Are we going, or...?" Alyssa hesitantly asked. She was clearly as uncomfortable as the other two. "Sure," Eve said after a few moments, finally tearing her eyes away from the working women to turn and open the door. |
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As Evelyn and her friends stepped out of the car, there was a sense of unease, the remote settlement perhaps a little too quiet for comfort. The small cabins they passed were tidy, laundry dangling on long lines between them. Flowers grew everywhere. Somewhere in the distance, a peregrine falcon cried out, the vast mountains carrying the haunting screech for miles. Woods surrounding the farmstead stretched as far as an eye could see. Back in the day, the hotel had been popular among backpackers to whom the remote location was more a perk than a problem. The sky was clear, the bright afternoon sun bathing the small farmstead in gentle light. The weather was uncomfortably hot. Yet the women tending to the flower beds wore long skirts and sleeves, their hair covered by wide hats. Both of them wore their hair braided. They watched the trio in silence, one of the women offering Evelyn a soft smile. It was almost as if they had known to expect the outsiders. A softly humming air-conditioner welcomed the trio into the lobby. Despite the large windows that lined the walls, the air inside was cool. "Welcome," a mellow voice called out, a tall man approaching Evelyn and his friends. "You must be Miss Lee?" Dark eyes scanned the young woman for a moment. Eyes that gleamed with curiosity. "I am Daniel," the priest introduced himself, extending his hand. "I believe we exchanged messages?" There was a short pause, the tall man turning his attention to Evelyn's friends. "I am glad you could make it. You are all welcome on our humble farm." he offered them a soft smile, his eyes gleaming with mirth. "I hope that your journey was pleasant." "Would you want something to drink?" Daniel asked, nodding at the motley collection of pitchers and glasses sitting on a long, narrow desk that had once been the hotel front. The desk had been since repainted white, faint letters spelling the word 'Oakwood Ridge Hotel' barely visible through the paint. "There's fresh pear juice." There was a hint of pride in Daniel's voice. "We grow our own pears." As it happened, both the water and the pear juice had been laced with small amounts of sedatives and acid. Acid that had been synthesized at the laboratory that had been set up under the main building itself. One of Daniel's most devout followers was a talented chemist. She had been instrumental to his project, allowing him and his followers reliable access to mind-altering substances. Without Miriam, the church would not have existed in its current form. "Feel free to go around. I've told my people to welcome you," Daniel added, smiling still. "We don't get visitors often." That much was true. The farmstead was remote. Very few people had any reason to seek the redemptionists out. Many of those who found their way to the community never left. "Did you want to interview me now, or would you want to rest first?" the tall priest asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a set of keys. A wooden key fob bearing the letters ORH dangled from the key ring. Ever since purchasing the hotel, the cult had never bothered changing locks. "We've got plenty of space here," he told the trio, walking to a window. Dozens of small cabins dotted the grounds surrounding the church. "There's almost two hundred of us," Daniel explained. "We are almost like a big family." Evelyn could hear the pride in his voice. "I wonder," he turned to the young woman, licking his lips. "How did you hear about us? Before reaching out." |
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The first thing Eve noticed was the tall man who stood at what was formerly the reception desk of the hotel, his frame towering over the trio even before he had walked up to greet them. She was the shortest among the three, standing even six inches below Alyssa, and found herself almost craning to look up at him when he extended the handshake. "I am," she answered, slipping her hand into his and offering a smile of her own. His grasp felt warm, firm, and slightly roughened against hers. "But please, Evelyn is fine, or you can call me Eve. Everyone does." She released their handshake stepped back to introduce her two companions. "This is Liam, who does most of the camerawork and editing." Liam gave Daniel quick handshake and a terse nod. "Flight wasn't that bad. The drive was long, but we made it." "We made him drive the entire way here," Eve explained, feigning a teasing, half-apologetic look. "And this is Alyssa, who..." She trailed off now, shooting the blonde woman a wider grin as if they were sharing some kind of inside joke. Truly, Alyssa didn't have any other duties beyond the moral support of being a friend. The two women had met in college, and Alyssa had been born with the privilege of being a trust fund baby, which freed her from the burden of work and allowed her to spend time traveling with Eve. The two friends had yet to perfect an introduction rather than stumbling over words like Eve was doing now. "I'm just the friend," Alyssa said midway through pouring herself some pear juice. She caught Daniel's gaze and slightly rolled her eyes, a smirk tugging up the corner of her lips. "So really I'm here for the experience. And whatever Eve needs me for." Eve laughed, glad that some of the awkward tension was beginning to break, and switched places to a pour Liam a glass of water and herself some of the pear juice. It was crisp and delicious, she pleasantly found, sipping as she listened to Daniel talk. "Thanks again for letting us stay here," she replied, "as I'm sure there's limited space for your congregation. If it's alright with you, I think we can wait on the interview for now. We'll be here for a few weeks, and I think we wanted to get a feel for other things too. What life is like, maybe talk to some of the others. But I think we're set to do your interview tomorrow or the day after..." Her gaze slipped beyond him momentarily as she saw the billowing skirts of a woman dressed like the ones tending to the chapel flower beds. Behind him was the entrance to some kind of dining area, barely visible around the corner, but she saw a few tables with dishes and other remnants of a recent meal. And around them flitted more women who were clearing plates and utensils, working quietly and diligently. Eve silently compared their clothing to her own short white sundress, the thin straps leaving her arms uncovered, and the hem of it just barely reaching mid-thigh. She wondered if all the women dressed that way around the religious commune, with their long dresses and hair tied back in neat ponytails or buns. There was something deeply unsettling about the thought. The young women turned her attention back to Daniel, her bluish-gray eyes full of guarded curiosity as they met his. "At first I was looking into a historic town on the west side of the Ozarks. Eureka Springs, I think it's called? I find smaller, out-of-the-way places to be better features for my socials since no one else goes to them. Then I talked to some people who've visited around here, and they said this was an interesting little community." Lies. At the very best it was a half-baked truth, but "interesting" was not the word that most people would have used to a describe the Redemptionists' enclave. Strange and peculiar, maybe. Eerie, bizarre, mysterious, cultish―these were the words that had popped up when she was doing her research, along with stories online of people who joined and never contacted their families again. And yet, the church's basic website had testimonial after testimonial about the power of God's grace to affect change. Success stories of self-proclaimed sinners who had found the way of the Lord. "Interesting in a good way, I mean," Eve added hastily, not wanting to give Daniel the wrong impression despite her omission of the truth. She crossed her arms over her chest as she brought up a hand to idly play with the pendant hanging off her necklace, her delicate fingers tracing over the small sapphire nestled between her collar bones. "So, where are we going to be staying?" she asked him with a soft smile, eager to change the subject. "I think we'd all love to unpack and settle in." |
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"Evelyn it is," Daniel nodded, an eyebrow rising for a moment. "Well met." The preacher reached to shake hands with Liam and Alyssa, his dark eyes lingering on the blond woman for longer than was perhaps strictly necessary. For the briefest of moments, a smidgen of bestial hunger glimmered in his eyes. "A friend?" he chuckled softly, amused. His voice never betrayed his true intentions. "We can all use a friend. As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another, as it is written in the proverbs." Daniel glanced at Eve, wondering if the opposite was also true. Alyssa didn't appear particularly smart. Then again, God had rarely blessed her sex in such a manner. He knew there was a reason why women were commanded to stay silent in the church. Daniel gauged Liam as he shook his hand, trying to get read of him. He knew that the young man would try to protect his friends. If Liam couldn't be persuaded to join, he would need to disappear. The deep woods surrounding the hotel hid several makeshift graves. Every man craved the Lord's Mercy in their hearts. Unfortunately, some sinners could find His Grace only in death. His mind girded against all doubt, Daniel had no qualms about sending such souls into the arms of the Almighty. He considered the final rites both his duty and responsibility. Unsurprisingly, Daniel's tone was rather different from the one Eve heard in his online sermons, the zealous fervor missing from his voice. It was almost as if he was a different man. "Day after tomorrow should do just fine," he assured the young woman. "Meanwhile, bet at home." The handsome priest spread his hands. "We do mean it when we say that we welcome everyone to stay." Evelyn had likely heard Daniel beckon the faithful to join the small community, promising each and everyone God's grace. His charisma alone had won the cult dozens of followers. Meanwhile, Miriam's talents ensured that the recruits stayed. The faithful truly believed that Daniel could show them glimpses of Heaven. That he held the keys to life eternal. "What did they tell you then?" Daniel asked, sounding curious. The people of Eureka Springs were hardly friends with the church. Several young women had left their homes to join the community, a fact that sat poorly with their families. Some of the men had tried to bring their daughters back. Police had been called. Ever since the Redemptionists had avoided the town. Daniel had no stomach for needless quarrels. He was more than happy to play with the people in his thrall. "Mhmhm. I am certain," he bobbed his head in agreement, his smile enigmatic. "We've reserved a room for you." The priest led the trio to the back door, nudging it open and stepping into the sweltering heat. "Fourteen." He pointed at one of the smaller cabins in the distance, turning to hand the keys to Liam. "Unfortunately, the AC is dated. But there are drinks in the fridge," Daniel explained. Finding an AC specialist willing to travel to the farmstead was nigh impossible. "You might want to sleep on the first floor, " he added, smiling sheepishly. It was almost as if he was ashamed that he couldn't offer anything better for his guests. "It's pretty far from the other cabins, so you should have all the privacy." Evelyn could see a small cabin sitting at the edge of the woods, perhaps three hundred yards from the main building. "We'll share a dinner here later," he glanced back at the main building, wiping some sweat off his brow. The afternoon allowed no respite from the sun. "Please join us." Not that the trio had any real choice on the matter if they wanted to fill their bellies. The small community shared everything its members produced. "You'll know the food is served when you hear the bells," Daniel explained, turning to face Eve and her friends. "You can find me here, should you have any questions. If not, we'll see each other later. Please take care and rest a little." The old priest was all smiles, his voice warm and welcoming. |
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"They told me..." Evelyn wracked her brain for something polite to say as she followed Daniel across the building toward the backdoor. She turned to share a wide-eyed frantic look with Alyssa, who only shrugged and mouthed something incoherent. "They told me all about the good work being done in the area," Eve continued, the nervousness in her voice just barely perceptible, "and how the church has transformed the lives of so many." The latter wasn't exactly a lie. One of the women she had spoken to shared the story of her brother's alleged cleansing of his drug addiction since joining the faith and subsequently Daniel's congregation. Of course, no one in his family had heard from him since either. Humidity seemed to blast the four of them as they stepped outside, and Eve squinted against the brightness of the sun. "Thank you again," she said, "we're just glad that you could accommodate us, and hopefully we can share how, um, wonderful this place is with everyone." Behind her, both Liam and Alyssa stifled a laugh at her weak attempt at another compliment. She heard the jingling of the keys and turned to receive them from Daniel, only to see him look past her and drop them into Liam's hands. Eve fought the urge to roll her eyes, bristling at the perceived slight. She was the one who had contacted the church about the visit, and she was the one who had set all the details. It was inconsequential in the end, but something about it was off putting in a way she couldn't quite place. Still, the young woman smiled. "Hey, both of you go ahead," Liam said, tossing Evelyn the keys. "I'll bring the car around, make it easier on us." "Sure thing," Eve replied, and then turning toward Daniel she said, "Of course, dinner. We'll see you then." Her tone was a little more short and pointed now, even beneath the outward politeness. Then she linked arms with Alyssa, gave him a farewell smile, and started the walk to their cabin. Liam arrived before they did, leaning against the back of the red Audi with the trunk popped open. "God, could you two walk any slower?" he said, waving his hands in wide sweeping gestures for them to hurry up. "Watch it Liam, you can't say his name like that. You're in the Lord's house," Eve joked, exaggerating the sarcasm and giving him a teasing shake of her head as she stepped up to unlock the door. The trio stepped into the cabin, the door creaking slightly as it swung in. It was warm just as Daniel said, just bordering on being uncomfortably so, with a small AC unit humming weakly in the background. The entrance opened up into a small living room area, two couches forming an 'L' around a small hand-carved wooden coffee table, facing an empty fireplace with a large deer head mounted just above. To the left was a small kitchenette with a fridge, two-burner stove, and sink, with a basic coffee maker that sat in the corner of the meager counter space. Two bedrooms branched off from the main room, and to the right was a steep staircase that led to the lofted second floor that overlooked the living room. "It's... homey," Alyssa commented as she walked through, making a face. It was a far cry from the luxurious California villa she grew up in. "It's hot," said Eve from above, now realizing why Daniel suggested they sleep on the first floor. The air up in the loft felt stifling and thick. She frowned, briefly considering calling the whole thing off, simply taking a few pictures and then being on their way. But she had gone camping before, and the few weeks they were set to stay weren't any more of an inconvenience than other camping trips she'd taken in the past. At least they had running water, electricity, and food. The remaining time was spent unloading bags from the car and arguing about who was going to sleep where. Alyssa had been vehemently opposed to the bedroom upstairs, insisting that Liam take it and just sleep on the couch if he needed to. In the end that had been the arrangement they all agreed on―Alyssa in the largest room on the first floor, Liam in the upstairs room, and Eve in the smaller bedroom tucked away in the back corner. Not that she minded it at all. For all of Eve's online showmanship, she enjoyed the moments of privacy in her personal life. Plus the room afforded access to the veranda that wrapped around the cabin; she could already see herself doing some work or having a morning cup of coffee out on the porch. In some way this trip to the Ozarks also functioned as a little retreat for her, somewhat disconnected from the hustle and bustle of her content creation business. Still, she'd have to find a way to get internet access. Maybe she would ask Daniel later, seeing as the church maintained a website. The bells hailing dinnertime sounded, jolting the young women out of her thoughts and monotonous task of folding clothes and putting them away in a wooden dresser. Had the hours passed by already? She met Liam and Alyssa out on the steps of the front porch, exchanging nervous glances with them as they set off back to the main building. Eve absentmindedly listened to the two of them talking―arguing about something yet again―making a mental list of everything she wanted to do while at the Redemptionists' campgrounds. There was the interview with Daniel, then interviews with whichever members were willing to speak to them, and pictures of the grounds itself. Of course, she knew some of the pictures would have to be taken outside of any official tour; she knew her followers would want candids, and that likely meant going off on her own to explore. More than anything, she knew people wanted answers. They wanted secrets. And secrets she would find. |
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As cozy as the little cabin was, it had seen better days. The laminate floor had several small bulges, the hinge of the door protesting when Liam pulled it open. The plumbing was not much better, the tap gurgling like a dying man when Alyssa tried to see if the thing worked. Water did run eventually, meaning that they could use the shower, even if it took ages for the temperature to settle anything resembling what a human might want. Fortunately, the small fridge tucked in the corner of the kitchenette had been stocked with several bottles of pear juice. Curiously, an old laminated map detailing the nearby hiking routes. still hung on the wall. Routes that had not been maintained for years. At least the AC did something, aged as it was. As the sun began to set behind the mountains, the tree could hear a chime in the distance. Looking out, Liam could see the cultists slowly stream towards the main building, faint laughter echoing in the distance. Even with the night slowly falling on the farmstead, the air outside remained uncomfortably hot. A faint trail of smoke could be seen rising from the chimney jutting out of the main building. When Evelyn and her friends entered the dining hall, they saw the Redemptionists sitting along half a dozen or so long tables. Men were seated among themselves on the right side of the wall, women on the left. A group of young men wearing worn dress shirts waved at Liam to join them, a tall blond guy patting a singular empty seat by his side. "Join us, brother." Soft laughter and chatter filled the hall, though most voices belonged to the men. The women were more demure, shuffling around to make space for Eve and Alyssa. Still, the two were welcomed with open arms, Redemptionists old and young introducing themselves. Their company all wore long skirts and sleeves despite the weather, their necklines modest. The trio was served a simple, hearty vegetable stew made from lentils, chickpeas, and onions. Large loaves of bread meant to supplement the otherwise meager meal laid scattered on the tables. The Redemptionists were quick to explain that they were not vegetarians as per se, insisting that they merely trying to eat healthily. Large pitchers filled with water and kvass made rounds around the table, the older members of the church doing their utmost to have the guests try the sweet and sour drink. A small girl brought Evelyn and Alyssa two glasses of pear juice, blushing as she explained that her mother had asked her to bring the drink to them. A woman sitting on the far end of the table waved her hand, smiling. The others were quick to introduce her as Miriam. One of Daniel's first followers. Evelyn could scrape together a hierarchy of sorts. Miriam was responsible for women in some capacity, though the kitchen staff and seamstresses had their respective heads. The men of the church were organized roughly similarly, though with most of them tending the fields, there was less need for strict leadership. Apparently, a man named Marcus was responsible for repairs, with a few younger men working for him. Questions regarding reasons to join the church were often readily answered, most citing a desire to live a better, simpler life. One woman admitted having been a drug addict and how she had been now clean for three years. Another devout explained how she had joined the community to escape his abusive ex. The church looked after her and her eight-year-old son. With nowhere else to go, she needed no other reason. All in all, the people Evelyn and Alyssa got to talk to seemed like modest, decent people, though their words betrayed their zeal. Many called Daniel the 'Redeemer', expressing deep gratitude. It seemed as if people truly believed that the church had saved them. There was one topic everyone would skirt. Religious services. The Redemptionists would smile softly whenever the topic came up, insisting that they served the Lord much like other Christians. It quickly became apparent that this wasn't the whole truth. Some of the women admitted having taken part in ecstatic rites where the Redeemers prayed and danced until their bodies could move no longer. None could quite remember what had taken place, but they all insisted on having felt the presence of the divine. It was obvious that the women craved this sensation. As the supper wrapped up, the women would stand up, taking their plates and utensils to the kitchen. Men remained at the table, discussing the matters of faith and planning the tasks for the following day. Evelyn could hear Daniel's voice above the others, his words muddled by the noise. Miriam would usher everyone to leave, bidding Evelyn and Alyssa good night. Her tone made it evident she expected the women to retire for the night. Liam seemed to be in no hurry to get up. He had made a few friends, the men having welcomed her with open arms. |
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In spite of her fears and uncertainty of what was to come, Eve found the dinner to be quite enjoyable. The other women were surprisingly welcoming and not at all as judgemental as she thought they would be. A few who looked to be around Eve and Alyssa's age had smiled and offered space next to them, asking about their travels as the food was served. And while they listened appreciatively, Eve thought it curious that these women never desired to leave the farmstead. In fact she was borderline shocked―young women, barely in their 20s, who chose a life of wearing prairie dresses on some remote campgrounds rather than explore the world. And while they insisted they would never have it any other way, that they had found meaning and purpose in their simple life on the farm, Eve pitied them. There was no reason why such bright girls should've had to restrict themselves like this, and the thought made her sad. But she kept her thoughts to herself, only sipping on the pear juice and kvass as they talked. One particular subject of conversation had especially piqued Eve's interest: the divine rituals. While not all women were willing to discuss, it was frustratingly impossible to discern what was meant even by those who did choose to divulge. Even Alyssa had an inquisitive look on her face as they listened to one girl's experience of being touched by the Holy Spirit. "... It's simply beautiful," the young woman named Bethany said as the women began to stand and clear the dishes. A glaze came over her eyes as she reminisced. "You can feel in your heart and soul that you've been blessed by the Lord. God is good." "Mmm," was all Eve said in response. While raised religious she was no longer practicing, and certainly did not believe in any claims of seeing or experiencing God. Still, she made a note to attend one of these rites if she could. If anything this was only a confirmation of the rumors that flew around the neighboring towns. That the Redemptionists were strange people who had equally odd customs and practices. She stood then, and had to take a moment to balance herself, gripping the edge of the table in response to the slight vertigo that made her head spin. Alyssa got up next to her, giggling as she reached out a steadying hand on her arm. "Eve! How much did you drink? You're all pink!" "Says the girl who's about to pass out," Eve scoffed and teased back, watching her friend take a few steps and stumble over her own feet. The two of them walked to where Liam was seated. A few of the men eyed them strangely, yet kindly, but made no move to allow the two women to join them. "I'm gonna take Lyss back," Eve told him, her face warm from from the kvass, and then paused as Alyssa mumbled something under her breath. "You know how she gets..." "I know how you get," Alyssa fired back, drunkenly indignant, and Liam snickered. "Sure, I'll see you guys later. Just finishing up here," he said, smiling warmly as his friends walked away. Once back at the cabin, putting Alyssa to bed had been harder than Eve remembered it was, grimacing as she recalled their college days. Alyssa had not only edged past her limits but completely barreled through them, often requiring Eve to drag her back to their apartment and deal with the fallout. And just like she had back then, she led Alyssa to her bedroom despite the protests and helped her change. For extra measure, she grabbed a couple bottles of pear juice from the fridge for the two of them to drink and hopefully prevent a hangover. That was the last thing either of them needed, and while it wasn't water, the juice was crisp and fresh. It was well past dark by the time Eve was finished with Alyssa and had freshened herself up. The cold water had been barely passable to shower in but she'd managed, and she realized when she saw the closed door upstairs that Liam still had not returned from dinner. Odd, she thought, considering the three of them had intended on setting a filming schedule for the first week. And typically Liam was on top of these things, organized as he was. Could he still have been back in the lobby? Slipping her shoes back on, she stepped back out into the night air. It was still warm with stifling humidity, though the sensation was somewhat mitigated by the shorts and tank top she had pulled on. Then she giggled to herself; it was impossible to know if it was the weather that was hot or just the fact that her buzz had not been alleviated by time. A slight breeze whipped past her and she lifted her face to the air, welcoming the coolness against her cheeks. The lights were dimmed inside the main building when she reached it. "Hello?" Eve called out after knocking against the doors, a sharp rap that echoed through the emptiness. The tables had been cleared and new dishes put out for tomorrow's breakfast, but Liam wasn't in sight. Closing the doors softly behind her, she crept through the building for any sign of her friend. "Liam?" she hissed again in the dark, and then frowned, unable to discern whether the uneasy feeling in her stomach was still the drunkenness or something worse. |
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The air outside was almost comfortable when Eve headed out, a veil of stars glimmering above her. Looking up, she could see the soft haze of the Milky Way running across the achingly beautiful night sky. Here, in the middle of the Ozarks, there were no lights that hid the beauty of creation. A gentle wind stirred Eve's hair as she made her way down to the main building. The farmstead was eerily quiet, with only a few cabins having lights in the windows. Dew covered the dry grass, a faint scent of woodsmoke lingering in the air. The fireplaces built into the cabins were not decorative. The now-bankrupt hotel had wanted to provide its customers with the very best. Walking closer to the main building, Eve could hear a song echoing somewhere in the distance. The chorus of soft soprano voices was hauntingly beautiful, although she couldn't quite make sense of the words. The women she had dined with had mentioned how the Redemptionist served the Lord not only by Word but also by Deed. How it was so easy to speak the Words, but how it was living according to the Word that brought peace to the soul. She had been told a fair few things. The women she had dined with had been quite talkative, all of them. The main building that had felt so warm and inviting only hours earlier was now wreathed in shadows, the AC still humming softly. Eve's careful footsteps echoed in the empty lobby, the small woman sounding like a stumbling giant in the otherwise quiet space. Not that anyone came forth when she called for Liam. The building felt deserted, gentle moonlight pooling in from the large windows. A small green light blinked somewhere in the distance, marking the emergency exit, the old lamp flickering ominously. Walking closer to the reception, she could hear a faint murmur somewhere above her. With her eyes getting used to the darkness, she found the stairs, the voices growing a little louder. Climbing slowly up, she could smell incense, the acrid scent growing heavier with every step. Reaching the second floor, she could hear muffled groans and whimpers echoing in the corridor. "Sin!" a woman called out, the singular word ringing out loud in the otherwise empty hallway. "Sin!" a gaggle of voices responded in kind, soft, muffled moans accompanying the eccentric chant. "Sin so that you might be redeemed," the first voice commanded. A voice Eve had heard earlier that day. Miriam's voice. "Sin that you may receive His Mercy!" She had stumbled upon a ritual, the pained moans she had heard growing louder and more frequent. "Amen!" the congregation responded, their voices filled with exotic glee. "God is good as he is Almighty! Blessed are the Wicked!" Miriam preached, her voice ringing with fervent zeal. "Blessed are the wicked for God's Mercy is without bounds." Taking a turn right, Evelyn could see doors to a large room slightly ajar. The ominous prayer echoed from beyond. With the Redemptionists occupied with their sermon, the curious young woman could easily sneak up on the cultists. Peeking into the auditorium, she could see Miriam standing behind a tall pulpit, the middle-aged woman clad in white robes with a purple sash wrapped around her neck. She grasped a cross that dangled on her chest, her voice filling the hall. A few dozen faithful sat on the ascending seats, their eyes on the cult leader. Much to her dismay, she could also see two naked young women writhing on a small pile of blankets lying on the floor. They were busy with a man between them, their limbs intertwined. She knew the young man. Somehow, her editor had managed to get involved with an obscene ritual their first night at the farmstead. Liam seemed to be quite enjoying himself, his moans and whimpers growing louder and louder. One of the two women slowly stroking his cock even as she eagerly licked his balls. Evelyn was able to see just how aroused he was. The other girl kept his hands occupied, Liam caressing her full breasts with her small hand buried between her shapely legs. "Sin!" Miriam called out again, her voice breaking a little. "Cast away your morals and fornicate. Break the Lord's Covenant." Scanning the small crowds, the curious young woman could spy several cultists touching themselves beneath their robes, their movements telling. Plenty of sin was taking place in the hall, Miriam exhorting the cultists to cast away any inhibitions they might have had. Taking heed of her words, two young men sitting in the front row began to kiss each other, embracing each other. It did not take long for the smaller of the two to kneel before his partner, hastily tugging his pants down before taking his half-erect member between his lips. On the other side of the auditorium, a young girl hiked her skirts up, a middle-aged man pressing his head between her thighs. Judging by her sudden whimpers and her expression, her 'friend' knew exactly what he was doing. With Evelyn rather distracted by the debauched ritual involving her editor, she could not hear the slowly approaching footsteps. This would be her undoing. Before she could do as much as yelp, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her body. A large hand pressed on her neck, squeezing hard and leaving her gasping for air. "What do we have here?" To her horror, she could recognize Daniel's voice. The old priest held her in an iron grip, his fingers digging under her jaw, forcing her neck into an awkward position. "A little curious raccoon. Poking her nose where it doesn't belong." Evelyn could hear the derision in his tone. "Do you like what you see?" he asked her, giving her small frame a nudge as he began to push her down the stairs, Evelyn having to stumble forward without seeing her feet. Luckily for the dainty young girl, her captor held her tight. |
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It was hard to see what was going on at first, Eve's eyes still adjusting to the low-lit auditorium as she crept up on the doors. It wasn't a particularly large space, but large enough to where she was barely able to make out who was beside the pulpit, lost amid the blankets. Liam's jet black hair and olive skin was a dime-a-dozen, but she would have recognized his tattoo anywhere. The lights above, dim as they were, illuminated the geometric band that encircled his bicep. She followed the black ink down the length of his arm to a see Liam fondling a stranger's breasts, his hand squeezing and pulling her nipples as they moaned in unison. Perhaps it was the alcohol, heavy incense, or some combination of both that made Eve's mind sluggish as they worked through the emotions. Confusion, repulsion, and then horror as her eyes settled on Liam's erection, his hips softly pumping his cock through another woman's hand. She looked away then, desperate to gaze at anything else, and then reddened as she realized everyone in the auditorium was responding to Miriam's words and partaking in the ritual. A cacophony of groans, whimpers and moans that she hadn't noticed before suddenly seemed all too loud. Some rows down from her, Eve could see a young woman had her legs spread, her knees hooked over the armrests of the seat as she touched herself. Across the aisle was a middle aged man who watched, mouth agape and panting, his trousers bunched around his ankles while he stroked himself to the sight of the young woman. Eve looked down at the floor and closed her eyes. She took a shaky breath in an effort to steady herself, but the incense only seemed to make the haze in her brain stronger. The intensity of the spice, smokiness, and woodiness of the scent was sharp and almost sickening to the senses. As often as the trio had joked about the Redemptionists, it had always just been that: jokes. Absurd hypotheticals likening Daniel and his congregation to the religious cults that had proceeded them. In no way had Eve ever imagined the exaggerations to be true, and now Liam was caught in the middle of it. How had he even managed to get himself in this situation between dinner and now? She could hear his moaning become louder, and her hand drifted to her back pocket in search of her phone. Her fingers paused, clasped around the edge, as she considered the ramifications of taking a few photos or even a video. This was the kind of content that would finally prove all the critics correct, but she couldn't bring herself to betray her friend. Instead she let go and took a step back, deciding to retreat back to the safety of her cabin, only to feel her back hit someone behind her. Strong arms wrapped around her body, locking her own against her sides. "No―" Eve managed to gasp out before Daniel's hand reached up around her neck and squeezed. All her muscles tensed as she heard his voice just above her ear, his breath warm against her a skin. The politeness and warmth she'd heard earlier in the day was now gone, replaced by coldness and a hint of ridicule. "I don't―" she tried to say again as he pushed her down the steps, only to feel his grip tighten. A warning of some kind that she refused to heed. The young woman dug her feet into the carpet, dragging her heels and struggling against the man. Her forearms, free from his binding, angled upwards so her hands could scratch and claw against his arms. Eve could feel Daniel's shirt sleeves and grasped onto them, tugging the fabric in an attempt to get him to release her. But his grip was unrelenting, holding her tightly as they made their way down. She could only see the recessed lighting of the ceiling and deduced they were near the bottom, but could hardly feel the remaining steps skimming her tip toes. Daniel had likely gotten tired of her resisting; her short stature made it all too easy for him to practically drag her down himself. They paused once they reached the front of the auditorium and Eve could feel Daniel release her throat. He exchanged a few words with Miriam but she couldn't hear―blood was pounding hard in her ears, the sounds in the room all muddling together. Distantly she processed a hand caressing the smooth skin of her thigh, tracing back and forth until the fingers dared to dip underneath the hem of her shorts. Eve looked down to the right to see one of the cultists staring at her, wide-eyed and glassy, his other hand squeezing and fondling his balls. She tried to shriek but nothing came out, only panicked gasps heaving her small frame as she tore her leg away from the touch and tried to run. But Daniel kept her back hard against him, a vice that she couldn't escape even as her legs kicked wildly. "Let go, let go," Eve begged, a shrill tone to her voice, desperate and pathetic. "I'm sorry― I don't― Why―" Her words turned into nonsensical pleads expressed to both no one and everyone. Long, milky brunette hair fell forward covering her face as she shook her head vigorously, unable to think properly. It was difficult to make sense of everything, but she knew she didn't want to be involved. She didn't want to be here. |
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Daniel held Evelyn tight as he dragged her down the stairs, a faint scent of handmade soap clinging to her skin. "Cunt," the tall man grunted when she tried to fight him, his fingers pressing painfully into her jaw. He allowed the confused and dazed young woman no protests, pushing and prodding Eve until she stood a few feet from Miriam, the eyes of the small congregation on her. "Look what we got here!" the preacher shook her, his voice painfully loud. "A wicked heathen. From the land of Gomorra." As far as Daniel was concerned, God had forsaken California decades ago. No sane person wanted to live there. "You can practically smell the sin on her," the wicked preacher proclaimed, a cacophony of ecstatic cheers filling the auditorium. "The greater the sin," Miriam cried out in response, her voice filled with fervent ardor. Eve could tell that the older woman believed every word that left her lips. "The greater the Lord's mercy! For we are all redeemed in His name!" Evelyn could feel Daniel's fingers caressing her thigh and eventually slipping under the hem, almost brushing against her pussy. "Amen!" a middle-aged woman gasped even as she masturbated herself, the shorts she had worn only moments ago now lying at her feet. She didn't seem to care that a much younger man was watching her, hunger gleaming in his glassy eyes. "Amen!" Another voice groaned, sounding almost pained. "God is great," Daniel proclaimed, idly reaching to grope Evelyn's bosom as he addressed his followers. His fingers sought out her nipple, tugging it a few times. "For He so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. To be redeemed in His name, you must sin!" Even had likely heard him utter something similar during some of the online sermons he had given. The Redemptionists believed in the Resurrection in Flesh. That everyone could earn a place in Heaven if they only basked in God's unending Mercy. It seemed that the cultists had found a unique way to ensure they could always pray for absolution. "Fuck," Liam groaned out loud, the two girls messing with him both giggling happily. "That feels so fucking good," he managed to gasp, his voice slurred, the young man sounding like he was utterly drunk. "I really want to," Liam was interrupted by one of the girls kissing him, her brown hair covering his face. Emboldened, the girl who had been stroking the young man pressed her lips on her length, slowly licking the hard cock she held in her fingers. Her movements were a little sluggish and clumsy, but this did not seem to bother Liam the slightest, the naked young man writhing with pleasure. "Look!" Daniel beckoned Eve, pointing at her friend. "He understands." He pushed Evelyn closer to Liam, his foot connecting with the back of her knee as he forced her on her knees. "He's with God soon." He dragged her forcibly closer to the naked trio on the mattress, the young woman having to brace herself against the ground. The priest made nudged her closer, Evelyn finding the erect cock of her editor mere inches from her face. She could see the slim and slender fingers that stroked Liam's cock, his precum gleaming on the tip of his manhood. "Sin!" Miriam demanded, the girl stroking Liam's cock now furiously pumping her small hand up and down along his shaft. "Sin!" The wicked prayer echoed in the auditorium, Miriam's call drowning all other voices. Eve could hear a loud groan escaping Liam's lips, his body trembling with pleasure. Evelyn could feel David's fingers dig into her neck. He allowed her no escape, forcing her to witness Liam's ecstasy. "Fuck!" the young man growled, his hips buckling as he came hard, his cum splattering on his belly and Eve's face. The sticky fluid felt warm on her skin. The poor young man had been rather pent up. Before Eve could properly process what had happened, the dazed girl sitting between Liam's legs pushed herself up and kissed her, her lips soft against hers. Much to Eve's chagrin the cultist proceeded to run her tongue over her cheek, hungrily licking all the cum from her face even as Daniel held her tight. "Sin," the old priest murmured, his fingers caressing Eve's neck. Utterly spent, Liam growled softly. The tall young man was now occupied with the second cultist sitting on his face, the curvaceous brunette grinding herself against his lips. Her expression was blissful, her ash-grey eyes glassy. As far as the dazed cultist could tell, she was in Heaven. Reaching to wrap his fingers around Eve's curls, Daniel pulled her up and back into his arms. She could hear him smirk as he held her tight against his chest, his hand finding its way between her legs. "We sin so that we might be redeemed," he explained, slowly reaching to pluck open the button that held her shorts in place. "So that we might be granted his mercy." Daniel pushed his hand into her shorts, his long fingers pressing against her panties. "Watch," Daniel beckoned Evelyn as he began to masturbate her, turning her to face a young woman fingering herself, her undergarments visibly wet and sticky. "Feel what they feel," he murmured into her ear, his fingers pressing firmly against her clit. Try as she might, the slightly dazed young woman could not escape his captor, the tall man far stronger than her. |
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Eve felt dazed in Daniel's arms, her lips slightly swollen from the kiss, and the remnants of Liam's cum beginning to dry on her cheek. Her hair was disheveled, the long brown tresses a mess around her face. A twinge throbbed lightly at the top of her scalp where Daniel had pulled. Everything―every feeling―made her head spin; there was nothing except sensation as the priest behind her unbuttoned her shorts and slid his hand inside. She felt his fingers gentle at first, lightly tracing over her panties and the warmth between her thighs, and she shivered at the pleasure that rolled through her body. "Please," Evelyn whispered, unsure of whether she meant for Daniel to stop or continue. Another wave of heat flooded through her as his fingers sought out her clit, alternating between rubbing softly and then with more pressure. "Please..." Through half-lidded eyes, the young woman lifted her head to look at the cultist in front of her. Her skirts were gathered and pulled up high, thighs spread wide open, and one of her legs perched atop the adjacent seat. Wetness glistened on her inner thighs as she fingered herself, her index and middle fingers buried deep. Eve heard her groan, watching as her lips parted into a perfect 'O'. They looked to be of similar age, both in their early 20s, and Eve could have sworn she looked familiar. Dainty eyebrows, warm brown eyes, and dimples in her cheeks... where had she seen her? The girl looked up, their eyes connecting, and with sudden realization Eve remembered they'd sat next to each other at dinner earlier that evening. Bethany's golden locks had been pulled tight into a low ponytail but here they fell freely around her shoulders, framing her face with wild curls. Though she, too, seemed to be in the same unaware stupor as everyone else, Eve tore her gaze away in shame. This was definitely not the first impression she intended to give anybody. Through her peripheral vision she saw another cultist, a man, move over a few seats to kneel between Bethany's legs. He pulled her panties to the side and grasped her hand to suck the juices off each finger, his mouth making obscene popping sounds. Then he sank his face between her thighs, running his tongue between the folds of her pussy. Panicked, Eve turned her head to find anyone or anything else to fixate upon, eventually looking back and upward at Daniel's face. His eyes were cold as he smirked down at her and, in a twisted replication of what she had just seen, she felt him pull up one edge of her panties, his fingers finding her clit again with ease. A breathy noise ripped from her throat, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, and her eyes fluttered shut. Heat pooled in her abdomen at the bare contact, Daniel's touch slick with her arousal. She felt him drag one finger down the tight-lipped line of her pussy only to come back up and press hard against her clit, circling the little nub with renewed purpose. "Stop," Eve gasped, her breathing ragged like she couldn't inhale enough air. "Stop. St..." She was saying the words but they melted into nothingness, only a series of gasps and moans. Weakly she clawed at the priest's arm that held her, standing on her tip toes to twist and wriggle out of his grasp. Just like earlier the attempt failed, but this time her twisting had loosened the shorts around her hips and they promptly fell to the floor. Evelyn tried to bend to pick them up, but Daniel held her firmly in place. A vague awareness of how she must have looked briefly crossed her mind―one of tank top straps falling off her shoulder, Daniel's arm pushing her breasts up, her nipples poking through the thin fabric; her bare midriff leading down to white panties, and a lewd damp spot trailing to the gusset. "Sin!" Miriam's voice sounded above the others, and the congregation echoed back to her. In front of her, Eve could see Bethany grinding her sex against the man's face, his lips locked around her clit. The young cultist's hands tangled in the man's hair, grabbing and pulling as she writhed underneath him. To her left, Eve could still hear Liam groaning. Daniel began to rub faster, and she shuddered against he onslaught of pleasure. "Sin!" Miriam said again. "Sin," Daniel's voice floated above her ear, his gentle murmur louder than the congregation, and Eve's body trembled in his embrace as she came. Her breathy moans joined the chorus as the orgasm rocked her, her small hands reaching up to grasp Daniel's arm to steady herself. Pleasure exploded from the sensitive button under Daniel's attentions and seemed to last for an eternity, his fingers unrelenting on her clit until her knees went slack. She was in a haze, her eyes unable to focus, and already she could feel her lids heavy with fatigue. "Sin!" Miriam cried a final time, and the Redemptionists answered her call. "Sin," Evelyn heard Daniel echo softly, feeling him catch her limp body before her vision went dark. |
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Evelyn would stir into consciousness in a small room, her head throbbing as if she had drank far too much the night before. Blinking her eyes, she could see a large wooden crucifix on the otherwise bare white wall. Crucifix she had not seen in the room she had claimed to herself. Sunlight shone through the flimsy linen curtains, flooding the room. The brightness did little to help Evelyn's headache, the strange room spinning for a moment as she tried to push herself up. Sudden nausea washed over her, forcing the young woman to lie down. She could taste a week-old sock in her mouth, her lips dry as dust. Her body felt heavy, her limbs heavy as lead. Sleep claimed her once more. When Evelyn came to her senses once more, she could feel someone press a hand on her shoulder. "Thank God," a timid feminine voice murmured, Evelyn perhaps recognizing Bethany from the night before. "We were worried you had hurt yourself," she added quickly, offering the dazed and disoriented young woman a faint smile "Daniel found you sprawled outside last night," Bethany explained, her voice strained. Blinking slowly as she took stock of her situation, Evelyn would come to realize she was clad in cotton robes, her panties perhaps a little too large for her. She was wearing underwear that wasn't hers. "Um, your clothes. They are in the drying. You had, um, soiled yourself." Bethany explained, grimacing as she glanced at the window. "I changed your clothes, you don't need to worry," the young redemptionist stammered, realizing Eve's distress. "Nothing improper happened." Evelyn could tell the young woman felt bad for her. "Happens to the best of us," Bethany sighed, trying to put Evelyn at ease. "You did drink a fair bit last night." There was no judgment in Bethany's tone, her soft voice brimming with kindness. "Just like your friends," she added, giggling softly. "Liam made friends. My husband told me he's a good man." "Would you want some water?" Bethany offered, waiting for Evelyn to groggily push herself into a sitting position. The cultists were working to gaslight the poor young influencer, Bethany following Daniel's orders. In her heart, she believed she was doing a service for the heathen girl. She knew the newcomer wasn't ready for the heavenly truth. She would not understand. The young redemptionist could remember the doubts she had had. How she had struggled to grasp Daniel's truth. Having overcome her reservations, Bethany could not imagine living anywhere else. The church was her home. "I believe there's food served downstairs. If you think you can stomach any," Bethany smiled, the young woman sweet as ever. "I believe Liam is there already. At least I saw him there," she didn't bother explaining where she had come from. "He looked so out of it. Poor boy. I take he doesn't drink often?" The young cultist acted as if nothing unusual had taken place the night before. As if Evelyn hadn't seen her getting eaten out. As if she hadn't seen Daniel force Evelyn cum in his arms. In some ways, Bethany envied her. Despite having been happily married for half a year, she still yearned for Daniel's touch. There had been a time when he played with her like that. She was hoping that her service would not go unnoticed. "I believe Daniel's there too. In case you wanted to thank him?" Bethany added, knowing well that the disoriented heathen would have all the questions. "We can pick up your clothes after the breakfast?" Bethany offered, hovering near Eve as she pushed herself up. At least the room wasn't spinning anymore. "I am sure you'll feel a little better with some food in your belly. I believe there's oats and some fresh bread. We do a lot of baking." The pride in her voice was palpable. The cultists were fiercely proud of the small community they had built. Nearly all of them had been rejects and misfits in their earlier lives. People who didn't belong anywhere or had little to live for. Daniel had changed their lives, each and every member of his church utterly loyal to him. "Butter's store brought though. We don't have any cows," the young redemptionist added, giggling. Walking the stairs down to the communal kitchen, Evelyn could see Liam sitting at a table, the tall man surrounded by redemptionists. Curiously enough, Liam was wearing a pale blue dress shirt, his attire matching the men he was chatting with. Evelyn was blissfully unaware that her friend had passed out much like herself. However, the cultists had dragged Liam into Miriam's rooms. The young man had eventually woken with the naked middle-aged woman draped over his bare chest, his neck and chest covered in hickeys. As Liam could not recall the night before, Miriam had had an easy time explaining how the two had ended up sharing a bed. She had made a point to growl softly as she had told Liam just how animalistic he had been. Liam had been utterly mortified. "Good morning, Miss Lee!" Daniel rose to greed Evelyn, a gentle smile dangling on his lips. Gone was the ardor that had rang in his voice. Gone was the zeal that had burned in his eyes. In the light of the morning sun, the priest seemed like any other mortal man. "I hope you are feeling better?" he asked, waving the young woman to take a seat with him. "Coffee?" he offered, picking up the large metal pitcher that was sitting on the table. "You look like you could use some." |
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Cream colored cotton swished around Eve's legs as she stood from the small bed, the dress swallowing her small frame and almost kissing the floor. She licked her lips and shook one of the long sleeves away from her wrist before taking another large sip of water from the cup Bethany had given her. "I tried to get the closest fit from my things," Bethany explained, an apologetic look on her face, "but you're just so tiny! Thankfully it shouldn't drag on the floor, but I know it probably doesn't feel too good to be in ill fitting clothes." Evelyn shook her head gently, swallowing before she spoke. "No, it's totally fine," she reassured the young Redemptionist, her voice coming out a soft murmur. Her throat was drier than she thought. "Thanks for doing all this. I just don't know what happened, I..." She trailed off, frowning as she tried to remember, but the pounding in her head made it extremely difficult to concentrate. Everything felt hazy. "You've never gotten gotten too drunk before?" One side of Bethany's lips quirked up in a teasing half-smile, and then she giggled. "Most of us have. Ether before the church or after we joined, I'm sure. It's nothing to be ashamed about." Eve smiled back at her, knowing she was right but still unable to shake the feeling that whatever happened last night involved more than just alcohol. "I mean, I have, but not like that. Not in a long while anyway." After placing the cup down on a nearby desk, she gently brought her hair over one shoulder and raked her fingers through the long tresses, trying to tame some of the light frizz. She winced; her scalp was tender. "Is there a restroom nearby?" Eve asked Bethany, looking slightly embarrassed as her delicate fingers absently wrestled a small knot. "Oh! Of course, downstairs in that first hallway on your right. Before you get to the dining area." Evelyn thanked her and headed to the first floor, squinting at the bright light that streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was a relief to duck inside the restroom, the artificial light there dimmer and more manageable than the sun. At the very least, the mirror reflected a sight that looked better than she felt, a poor consolation prize all things considered. While she was able to fix her disheveled hair, nothing could be done about the stiffness of her body, or the odd soreness of her arms, abdomen, and thighs. The young woman splashed water on her face and pinched her cheeks to give them color before heading out to the dining room, feeling strangely self-conscious among the strangers. She swallowed dryly as she scanned the long tables for her friends, almost crashing into a passing woman who was carrying a tray of empty dishes. Some sheepish apologies later, Eve started making her way toward Liam only to be interrupted by Daniel's greeting as she passed by. A brief pause hung in the air as her eyes flicked between the preacher and her friend one table over, before she ultimately decided to take a seat. She was at the end of a row with Daniel seated across from her. "Coffee, thanks," Eve answered quietly, regarding him curiously while she watched him pour a stream of dark liquid into a mug. An uneasiness bubbled in her sub-conscious. "I, um, wanted to thank you," she continued, grasping the handle of the mug tightly, her brows furrowing together. A light flush crept over her cheeks; clearly she was embarrassed at the subject matter. At least the man seated near Daniel had the sense to tactfully scoot away and engage in other conversation. "This isn't a normal thing, by the way, I honestly don't know..." Her voice faltered as she spied a glint of something in the priest's eyes, visible for only a second. But it recalled a flash of a feeling, like she'd seen that look before but couldn't remember from where. The uneasiness grew and Evelyn cleared her throat. "What happened last night?" she asked him suddenly, pointedly. "Bethany told me you found me." She brought the coffee to her lips and drank―if the caffeine alone wasn't enough to wake her up, the scalding temperature certainly did. Daniel took his time answering, catching the arm of a passing woman and whispering something to her before turning back to Evelyn. "That's right. You were out by the back patio." He nodded toward the back of the lodge building for emphasis. "And it was quite lucky that I found you. Temperatures can get a bit chilly here in the highlands, even during summer." "Lucky," Eve echoed, a tone of disbelief coloring her voice, "I'm sure." The woman Daniel had talked to now returned, placing a tray of food in front of her. Oats, warm bread, and a small bowl of fruit, which Eve guessed was whatever grown in season. "You should eat," the preacher smiled warmly at her, gesturing toward the food. Eve's brows furrows deeper, her irritation almost palpable. "You should tell me more about last night. Because I know I walked here to find Liam, and then―then―" She struggled to remember, fighting against the fog clouding her brain. It was a jumble of disjointed sensory information, like she could almost recall a scent or an emotion before it slipped through her memory's grasp and away into nothingness. "Then the next thing I know I'm waking up here, in clothes that aren't mine!" The rising pitch of the young woman's voice seemed to attract a few curious glances, and Eve shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She stabbed a strawberry with her fork and popped it in her mouth. "Something happened," she said with finality, though quieter now. |
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"I believe you were chatting with Bethany and Anne last night," Daniel replied, tilting his head to the side, his eyes intent on the young woman. "After dinner, at least." Liam, seated across from Eve, nodded softly in agreement, the young man nursing a large cup of steaming coffee in his hands. He seemed to have a better recollection of the evening. "You drank a bit too much, Eve," Liam said, pressing his hand to his temple, groaning softly. Eve could see he was just as hungover as she was. "We all did, really." A small sigh escaped his lips, the tall young man taking a careful sip from his mug. "I believe I passed out at the table," Liam added, offering Eve a sheepish smile, his voice ringing with regret. "I believe Daniel dragged me upstairs." The young man buried his head in his hands. "I had such weird dreams too." Eve could perhaps see her friend blushing even as he frowned softly. The priest nodded in agreement, reaching to wrap his hand around Liam's shoulder. "Luckily, our buddy here could still stand on his feet, even if he didn't quite remember where he was." Daniel's voice was mellow, his tone kind and gentle even if he would have had all the reason to chastise the two. "The Lord is merciful," he added, patting Liam's shoulder. "But even still, you two should probably take it easy today. Show yourselves some mercy." Shuffling further away from the young man, Daniel reached for a small basket and pushed it towards Eve. "Please help yourself. It's fresh." The thick slices looked appetizing, a gentle scent of freshly baked bread lingering in the air. "It's really good," Liam piped in, the young man picking up a loaf and reaching for a nondescript glass jar on the table. A small sticker on the jar identified its contents as peach jam. "After getting Liam upstairs, Bethany asked me to check on you," Daniel explained, his eyes catching Eve's for a moment. She could see the zeal in his soul, kind as he seemed. There was no doubting Daniel's faith or his devotion to his cause. "She said that you had drunk a fair bit of vodka and not enough water. It was a hot day, too." The cult leader and his underlings were weaving a web of lies around the young content creator. Liam and Eve were hardly the first visitors to be shown a glimpse of heaven in such a manner. "I found you lying sprawled next to a chair." Daniel grimaced, waving his hand gently as if to indicate that he wasn't upset with her. "You were in pretty rough shape. I tried to ask you if you were alright, but you didn't manage to answer. I picked you up and brought you in." Daniel was tactful, never mentioning how Eve had pissed herself. "Luckily, we have plenty of spare rooms here." The priest chuckled, turning to glance at the stairs. "I asked Bethany to tidy you up." "You might want to grab a shower," Liam murmured, happily chewing on his bread, some of the peach jam sticking to the corner of his mouth. The young man had lathered his slice with the homemade jam. "I know I need to." She could see her friend wrinkling his nose. "Mhmhm. I could get used to this." The young man stuffed the little that remained of his bread into his mouth, reaching for seconds. "This is really good." The old priest laughed, shaking his head softly. "Sometimes it feels like we've forgotten how food is supposed to taste like. Out there, everything is so artificial. Food. People. Everything," Daniel sighed. "Sometimes we lose ourselves out there. There's so much to do. Things that feel more important than they really are." The tall priest turned to look at Evelyn, his long fingers softly drumming the table. Fingers that had been lodged between her legs the night before. The cultists were largely done with breakfast, two young women cleaning the tables. Eve had seen one of them masturbating the night before, their eyes had met for a brief moment when she had been squirming in Daniel's arms. The auburn-haired buxom woman had cum hard watching Evelyn's plight, her legs twitching violently. "It's so easy to lose yourself out there. Forget what's important." The old priest noted, his voice somber. An enigmatic smile flickered on his lips. "Too much choice isn't good for us. Do we really need two hundred different brands of shampoo?" he asked no one in particular, tilting his head to the side. "All the choices and yet many feel like their lives have no meaning." A moment of silence followed. It wasn't that he expected the young woman to become a convert. Not yet, at least. He was certain he could make Evelyn forget about the world outside the church. "There's a service this evening after the supper. You are free to join us, should you wish," Daniel told Eve, curious to see how she would react. He was wondering how much she could remember. Potent as Miriam's tinctures were, their effects always varied a little. Liam had asked much the same questions as Evelyn earlier. 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The longer she listened to Daniel, the less Eve felt she could believe him. His story was plausible enough, parts of it at the very least, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was still something missing. Something important. Something that didn’t add up with the aches and soreness, or the fact that she hadn’t gotten blackout drunk for years. She simply stared at him as he finished the invitation for service, a blank expression on her face. At least, it was her best attempt at a blank expression; she couldn’t hide the caution in her eyes or the slight pout that turned down her lips. An awkward silence hung amongst the three until Liam asked about Alyssa in between bites of bread, a few crumbs spilling from his mouth onto the table. “Liam, I was here all last night. With you. How could Alyssa be with me?” Eve snapped at him, her tone was harsher than she intended as her irritation bled out. “Geez, sorry,” Liam mumbled, spreading more jam on a slice, “you don’t have to take it out on me, goddamn.” And then as if realizing he was among the deeply devout and religious, he gave Daniel a shameful grimace. “Er, sorry, I didn’t mean…” Eve heard Daniel murmur a reassurance, then watched as he stood and said something about the two of them enjoying their breakfast. The preacher moved around the table to walk past her, and she stiffened when she felt him brush against her back. The young woman gasped and whirled around on the bench, her fork clattering loudly against the plate as she dropped it. She hugged her hands to her chest in some instinctual action to protect herself, shrinking away from the tall man. Wide yes searched Daniel’s face as a hazy memory came to her. She recalled looking up at him, almost as she was now, but with bright overhead lights casting an eerie shadow across his features while held her. But the embrace was tight, his expression cruel, while he… No, that couldn’t be right. “Do you need to lie down or something?” Liam asked her, giving her a strange glance. Eve slid her legs out from under the table, her eyes never leaving Daniel even as she stood and took a step back. “I’m fine,” she said coldly, “just not hungry.” Finally tearing away from the priest’s gentle, if only a bit bewildered smile, she turned on her heel to exit the lodge and head back to the cabin. Somehow, she could still feel Daniel’s lingering gaze even as she walked out the door. Alyssa was gone when Eve returned, and it was only after she had showered and changed into her own clothes that her friend came bounding through the door. Alyssa was engrossed in her phone, swiping, with a small basket of garden vegetables hanging off her arm. “Where have you been?” Eve asked her, a bit too pointedly like it was an interrogation. “Eve! Oh my god, are you okay? They told me what happened to you and Liam last night.” “Where were you?” Eve repeated. “And what is… that?” She gestured to the basket that Alyssa placed on the kitchenette counter. Her friend gave her a look of annoyance. “What do you mean where was I? I was doing the work that we were supposed to do. Remember? You said you wanted to go around asking people about life on the compound. That’s where I got that stuff—some woman gave them to me. If anything I should be asking you where you were.” There was a brief pause as Eve contemplated what to say. “I don’t know,” she finally said, her tone softer now. Unsure. “I can’t really remember. It’s like… like…” “It’s like you got drunk?” Alyssa offered, one side of her mouth quirking up in a growing smirk. “I don’t really remember anything either. I mean, I remember us walking here but that’s about it.” “I should remember because I’m the one who put you to bed. But I went to find Liam back at the main building and I just… I think something else happened last night.” Eve omitted the part about Daniel’s hand down her shorts, or the audience. She wasn’t even sure they’d really happened. “Okay, so see if you can find out.” “I already tried.” “I wasn’t talking about asking.” It was moments like this that Eve was grateful for Alyssa, her friend whose brilliance was hidden underneath a seemingly shallow exterior. Now that it had been voiced out loud, the answer seemed plain as day. “Okay then,” she agreed, feeling a renewed sense of determination. “After tonight’s service then. Let’s go.” |
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Returning to the cabin, Evelyn could see the cultists tending their small gardens, cucumbers and eggplants dangling from tall plants, ripe for the harvest. She could also see an elderly woman tending to a large patch of sweet potatoes. Despite the midday heat, she was wearing a long-sleeved dress along with a colorful scarf covering her hair. Someone was cutting wood in the distance, the sound of an ax striking wood reaching her ears. Nothing had changed from the day before; the cultists going about their daily lives as if nothing had happened. Bethany paid the trio a visit sometime in the early afternoon, the young woman carrying a large basket in her hands. She knocked on the door, greeting Liam happily as he opened it. The tall young man was still a little bit hungover from the night before. Smiling, the devout cultist told Evelyn and her friends that she had brought them lunch, laying down the basket on the table. She pulled out a large loaf of bread, Liam smirking happily. A small pot filled with vegetable stew followed the bread, the scent of rosemary and thyme filling the cabin as Bethany lifted the lid. "It's nothing special," Bethany explained, sounding almost embarrassed. "Just some sweet potatoes, beans, and onions. There's plenty." Hungry, Liam walked into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets and returning with three plates and a handful of spoons. "Are you planning to eat with both hands?" Alyssa teased the young man, Bethany doing her best not to giggle. Huffing, Liam walked closer to Alyssa, jokingly whacking her with the spoons. Seeing this, Bethany lost her composure, her soft laughter filling the cabin. Pressing her hand to her chest as if to calm herself, Bethany emptied the basket on the table, pulling out a few sweet rolls, a jar of peach jam, and an aged collection of tea bags. Tea bags that someone who only drank coffee had picked up from the closest Walmart. At least all of the bags contained tea. The cultists left the three outsiders to their own devices for the rest of the day. Soon after lunch, Liam left the cabin, telling the two girls he wanted to stretch his limbs. "I wonder if he's alright," Alyssa said to Evelyn after Liam had closed the door. "It's at least 105 out there." The AC unit on the wall sounded like an elderly man dying of pneumonia, the device far too small for the large cabin. "And there's no breeze!" Alyssa huffed, pushing curtains to the side and peering out of the window to see what Liam was up to. "I hope he won't get a sunstroke," the young woman murmured, her expression inscrutable. Liam did not return before supper. Alyssa's message to him on Facebook Messenger remained unread. Eve could see her friend fretting; Alyssa was visibly restless. "You think he likes it here?" the blonde woman asked, sounding puzzled. "I mean, it's not like this place is awful, but." She nudged the threadbare curtains. "It's not like there's anything to do here. Besides growing food and cooking," Alyssa muttered, sounding a little disheartened. "You'd think the women here would want something more. Some life." As the sun began to set beyond the Ozarks, there was still no sign of Liam, the peal of the bells calling the devout to join the sermon. The air outside was a little cooler, though the heat of the day still lingered. As darkness crept over the farm, lights began to appear on some of the windows, most of the cabins remaining dark. Stepping out, Eve and Alyssa could see the devout making their way to the church in small groups. A family of four walked past them: a middle-aged man carrying a toddler in his arms, while his younger wife—she could not be a day older than Evelyn—held the hand of a small girl old enough to walk comfortably with her parents. The cultists greeted the newcomers politely, both of them all smiles. "Is she going to be a momma too?" the small girl asked, pointing a finger at Alyssa, causing her parents to chuckle while offering their sincere apologies. The young woman explained that she was indeed pregnant and that they were expecting their third child. Her husband placed a hand on her shoulder, visibly pleased. "Children are a gift from God, the fruit of the womb a reward," the young mother misquoted the Psalms before turning back to her husband, leaving Eve and Alyssa wondering what they had just witnessed. "Cooking and making babies," Alyssa murmured, a soft sigh escaping her lips. |
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