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WARNING: There will be sexual assault (NOT ACTUAL PENETRITIVE RAPE) and violence in this chapter! TRIGGER WARNING! Religeous themes, not meant to offend.

Chapter 11

Hyacinth woke quickly, jarring from unconsciousness with a gasp. Pain seared through her shoulder, and her throat throbbed. She was being carried like a sack of potatoes down some dark, narrow, dirt stairs. At her gasp, the hand gripping her left thigh, ran up the back of it -carressing her ass.

"Awake, I see? Good." Deacon said, then smacked her roughly when she started to struggle. "There is no point in fighting it. You are well and truly mine, now. No one will ever find you here." He said, then tossed her roughly to the small cot located in the dank cellar.

Hyacinth yelled in pain, the impact causing her still -dislocated shoulder to wrench, causing agony to shoot through her bruised body. Her mouth was dry, and she started to panic, as the full scale of her situation became clear. Her heart was beating frantically against her chest, and her breath starting coming in quick gasps.

"Please." Hyacinth croaked, her throat burning in protest against her earlier injuries. Her windpipe felt as if it had been crushed, her split lip pulling against the slight scab that had formed while she was unconscious. Her head was throbbing, and she could feel dried blood crusting in her hair. "Where am I? Why did you take me?" She rasped in horror.

Deacon ignored her, and pulled her good arm away from her body. Before she could think, she felt the click of cold metal against her wrist. The ominous sound of a lock latching, paired with the tight feel of a cuff around her wrist, sealed her horror.

"Now, now. Calm yourself. You will not be hurt it you cooperate. My name is Deacon Meadows. I am a Prophet, sent by Father God, to ressurect the new Kingdom of Zion." He said grandly, eyes shining in fanatacism. "You are going to help usher in a new world. You are to sign over your financials to me, and then you will be my bride. My current wife cannot beget me any children, but you are obviously fertile. You should be proud of your contribution to the cause." He said, then started running his hands down her shaking body.

"You're crazy." Hyacinth whispered, as she tried to shy away from his hands. The hit to the face was swift, and brutal, causing her tender lip to explode with a burst of blood.

Deacon tisked as he gripped her hips tightly. "Ungrateful whore!" He whispered loudly in her ear. "I know you are fucking that man who stayed over last night. First you become pregnant out of Holy Wedlock, then you flaunt yourself like the Whore of Babylon! You will answer for your sins!" Deacon shouted in her face, spittle flying.

Hyacinth cringed back in terror. He knew about her boys? About Aaron and Jack? She licked her lips, and decided to beg. "Please. My babies need me. I'll give you every penny I have, just let me go. Please." She pleaded, tears running down her cheeks.

Deacon looked enthralled as they fell down her cheeks. "So beautiful." He said, stroking her cheek in what he assumed was a loving way. It caused Hyacinth to shiver. He was mad. This was madness! "After you have realised that this is what's best for you, and your children, you will see them again. First, you need to repent your wickedness, and be Baptised in the True Faith. Then we shall Marry. The sooner you get with God, the sooner you'll be allowed your freedom." He said, then started pulling her shoe, and socks off.

"However, I think I deserve a little preview, yes? After all, you have been giving yourself away already. A little taste won't hurt." Deacon said with a smirk. He suddenly yanked her yoga pants and panties down, causing her to scream and kick. He grabbed her leg, then pinned her down with his weight. He grasped her chin in a vice-like grip, twisting her head to the side sharply. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will. You will do what I say, when I say it! Or your children will reap the consequences!" He yelled, causing her breath to hitch. She stilled, falling limp. She could take anything this monster would dish out, but she wouldn't risk her children. Not for all the money in the world, and not for her own safety.

"Good girl." He said, pleased with her submission. She would make the perfect addition to his family. He smiled sweetly at her petrified form. "Now, I am not an unreasonable man." He said, leaning back. He took a switchblade out of the sheath on his belt, and opened it, holding it up for her frightened eyes. "I won't 'know' you in the biblical sense, until you have been cleansed by the Blood of the Lamb, and we are one."

Deacon gripped the bottom of her tank top, then placed the blade under it, cutting it off slowly. Her body started to shake in fear, and she was covered in a cold sweat. He cut her top off meticulously, then pulled up the edge of her sports' bra. She tried to still her quaking body, not wanting to be cut. By the look on his face, she could tell he enjoyed her fear. He was getting off on it. Soon she was naked, and she closed her eyes at the look of lust on his face. She didn't want to see.

"Mmmm." He hummed, running his hands down her breasts. The room, and his hands were cold, causing her nipples to pucker. Deacon chuckled darkly. "You dirty, whore. I knew you would like it." He said, groping her breasts roughly. Hyacinth cringed away, wishing for nothing more than to shut the world away, closing off her mind. He fondled her roughly, and pushed his fingers roughly into her folds. She was dry as a bone, and he snarled. "You'll beg for it, before I'm done!" He said, slapping her across the face. He stepped away from her several minutes later, not receiving his desired reaction from her. "I'll be back. You better get right with your Maker, little girl." He sneered at her.

As he left the dank cellar, leaving her completely in the dark, she wept. She could only hope Aaron would know she was missing soon. "Please, Aaron. Protect my boys, all four of them." She whispered thickly into the stale pillow.