Author Notes: Hello everyone! I hope you like this chapter. And before you ask me, I do not believe all the Edenists are perfect by weighing that. I've created Matt, who will be a character in history. And yes Louise is extremely malicious.
In the dream, Louise is in a beautiful field of white flowers. Small white butterflies flew around him. Louise sat on the green grass and a white rabbit with red-eyed eyes came toward her. She smiled and started to play with him. She felt something different inside her. Maybe the infamous happiness.
Not that kind of false happiness the girl felt during her sexual escapades or simply drinking and drugging. It was a happiness, a joy, a fill that seemed almost real. But deep down she felt it was not real. The only people who made her feel that happy are dead. This was not genuine happiness, it was not real, and deep down she knew it. But that did not stop him from enjoying it.
Looking around, to that beautiful place and feeling something close to happiness, Louise let herself go.
She was no longer in her underwear or wounded. She wore a beautiful white dress that was a little round and with thin straps. Its length is just above the knee. Her hair was loose in the wind. His whole body felt much lighter. Louise whirled and laughed with delight at the sight of a horse. She set the rabbit aside and ran toward the white horse with reins and gold saddles. She rode on it and began to ride toward the golden horizon she saw.
As she rode, she felt a soft breeze hit her cheek. The girl could swear she heard the wind whisper, "Wake up, sweetheart." It was so soft it felt more like the kiss of good night his mother used to give him.
(...)
Louise woke up that morning, still feeling her body ache as hell. She began to think about the dream she had because of whether she knew what her aunt had injected her into. Well, at least it was a good dream and it helped her to relax a bit.
Louise got up to a mirror that was put there that morning. When she saw herself she had an overwhelming desire to cry. All her beautiful face was destroyed. Her vain side abhorred the marks, bruises and bruises she had acquired. It's all Drake's bastard fault. Louise would take revenge on this, you can bet she will.
There was still trouble with his Aunt Lana. Louise did not want to join anything, but her aunt seemed to be willing to "save her soul" and all that idiocy.
As the days passed, Louise knew she was in trouble. Your grandparents as soon as they locate her will send her to a clinic far from the county. She knew they were fed up with her and looked for any reason to send her away. Louise was also sure that they would want to screw her aunt somehow and deep down she did not want that.
At Louise's conception, Lana was a good person, but her fault was to be too religious for Louise's taste. When Louise's parents died, Lana was a great console. Lana was a beautiful woman who never had a daughter, and because of that fact, she took care of Louise as if she were his. However, over time Lana really wanted to take the place of Louise's late mother. Louise did not like it said, no one could match her mother, but she stirred to let Lana think the other way around. Deep down she wanted Lana to continue with her, but when she was entering that group called the Gate of Eden and became a fervent nun, Louise became completely distant.
(...)
The days that followed were always with the same routine. Louise would wake up, eat, take a shower, and put on something clean. Matt came to visit her and take care of her and they talked for a while. Then she would be trapped in the bedroom and alone, having only a copy of the Father's Bible with a form of entertainment. She was bored and sad. She missed her little shit. He missed parties, drinks, petty thefts, narcotics, and sex. Even after what happened to her, because of this life, she wanted to go back to it. It was all she had after all.
One morning, Louise, facing the mirror, noticed that her bruises and bruises were improving a lot. She was busy assessing her condition, when she heard knocks on the door and without any encouragement she sent the person inside.
Then her aunt opened the door and came in followed by Matt carrying a box with a hair dryer and stuff. Her aunt was wearing a dress and shoes. Louise looked at the two suspiciously. She looked again at the dress and the color and the shade reminded her of the dress she wore in her dream. That she had days ago.
Very suspicious Louise looked at her aunt for explanations. His aunt smiled at her, seemingly happy.
"It is time to meet the Father and hear his word." Your aunt says.
"I'm going to talk for the last time, Auntie, I do not join any religion, I do not care about that, I'm almost an atheist!" Louise says without patience.
"My sweet, just watch a sermon from the Father. That's all I ask of you!" Lana says annoyed.
"I will do what I want, but if I do not like it, I will not stay here, let alone follow this ridiculous church!" Louise says cool. "We have a deal?"
With a defeated sigh, Lana nodded. "Yes, we have an agreement." She answered and Louise smiled in satisfaction. Obviously she would not want to stay here.
After her aunt left, Louise went to the bathroom to take her shower. Then he made his higienes and dried his hair with the dryer and then made curls in it. She let them loose and they fell like cascades on her back. She watched his dark brown hair fondly.
She began some beautification rituals to try to stay socially presentable. His aunt knew her well enough to know that she would never leave without makeup, especially after being beaten. She did a makeup to try to hide the bruises and bruises on her black skin.
Then she wore the white dress, twisting her nose a little. She liked the reds better. Contundo the dress was perfect in it, even giving an air of purity in it. Everything she did not have. Finally he slipped on his sandals and slipped the cord his mother had presented to him shortly before his death. She a heart written: Little Izzy. Izzy was a nickname that his mother gave him derived from his name. There was a photo of her baby and her parents.
Louise was glad Drake had not taken her necklace off. That was one of the things she cherished.
(...)
Once in the church of Joseph Seed, the famous Father, Louise was totally dispersed and distracted playing with the cord. She was doing it on purpose, because she did not want to pay attention to that whole litany.
His aunt elbowed her, and Louise snorted, looking forward. When she did this she might notice something she had not noticed before. Behind the Father were three other people. A brown man with a beard and gorgeous blue eyes. A light-haired woman in a light flowery dress. And last and perhaps most interesting, a redheaded man who appeared to be older than the others. He was so masculine that just looking at the same, Louise felt her panties get wet.
That was the right kind of man she liked. Louise bit her lip trying to control her thoughts and the effect they had on her body. Damn it of Libertine and without shame, she thought.
And at that moment the young woman knew she had a new obsession. Louise loved men. She loved to feel them inside her. She preferred men older than her. I liked the more muscular and interesting. And that guy met all the requirements to be invited to go to bed with her.
"Who's the redhead?" Louise whispered to Matt.
"Jacob Seed, one of the heralds." Matt answered in a low voice.
"Um ..." she whispered interestedly.
They were both at the back of the church and began to talk in whispers.
- You can forget! Fornication is prohibited. Matt says and he rolls his eyes.
"I am not even from the Gate of Eden. This rule does not apply to me." She shrugged.
"But apply to him." Matt snapped.
"Matt, I doubt anybody would fuck or even hide." Louise says.
- Well sometimes I fuck around. - He agreed.
"Both of you." Louise's aunt scolded.
The two of them stayed quiet and paid attention to the service again. However, Louise did not take her mind off how good at sex, Jacob Seed could be.