Chewing On Glass Presents… See Through the Light into the Darkness Pt 2…

“We’ve all gathered her once again. What is the purpose? What is the point of all of this my people?” The man asks the small coven before him. “To praise him,” they chant back. “To love him. To Honor him,” They continue. “Because?” The man asks enthusiastically. “Jesus is lord,” They answer. The woman at the man’s feet whimpers as she struggles with her restraints. Gagged she can’t say a thing, but she tries none the less. “That is right my children. That is so very right. We don’t do this for ourselves, but for him. We don’t hurt people we free them in the name of our lord. That is why we are here this evening,” the man kneels down towards the woman. Rubbing the back of his fingers across her face, “This woman, if you could call her that, needs our help this evening my children.” She flails her head as she tries to scream, “Hush my child. We are only trying to save you, help you. We mean you no harm.” The man stands back up and takes his place behind the podium. The air around him thick with silent anticipation. “See my children? See why we must help her? She doesn’t even know that she is lost. She doesn’t even know the devil has taken a hold of her,” He presents to them. “Free her. Give her back to Jesus,” they all responded back. “Oh, we shall. Strip her,” he orders to the two men beside the stage. The two men do as they are told ripping the woman’s clothes off of her. Her mesh shirt shredded instantly. She kicks and screams as her pale skin is exposed to the crowd. “Stand her up for my children to see,” the man orders. “Look my children. Look what the devil as done to this poor woman,” he walks from behind the podium and stands next to her. “These marks of sin all throughout her body. Tattoos not only where we can freely see, but even where only her husband could,” he runs his finger down her pelvis following the outline of the tattoos as he speaks. “And these,” he shouts to dramatic effect as he flicks her nipple rings. She struggles against the two men. “What on God’s green earth could these be used for if not for sin. What is the purposes of such atrocities? Don’t even get me started on her horns,” he chuckles to himself. “Set her free. Give her back to Jesus,” the angry crowd shouts unprovoked. “Oh, we shall my children, we shall. Kneel before Christ,” he shouts at her. The two men kick her legs out from under her and help her to her knees. Naked kneels before him as he steps up to her with a cup in his hands. He pulls out her gag with his free hand releasing a siren of screams into the room. “Hush now child,” he says loud enough for everyone to hear. Moving closer to her face he speaks in whispers, “You had to know the day would come where you’d have to face your sins. Some one of your nature couldn’t be so naive. Here are your choices young lady. You drink this here cup of the lord.” Her face tenses up, “I’m not drinking shit.” He lets off a small amused smile, “I think you will because if you don’t you are going to know pain beyond anything even you could know. Drink the cup and accept Jesus into your body. You do that and we will let you go. Simple really. If you don’t. Well we will have to find another way to let Jesus in and the demons out.” Tears fall from her face, “I ain’t drinking shit.” He shakes his head, “Please, we don’t want to hurt you. We just want to save you. Save your soul from damnation. Drink the blood of Christ accept him into your heart and you are free do go.” He holds the cup within inches of her lips. “Okay, I’ll drink it,” she agrees. “She says she will accept Christ,” he shouts for all to hear. She continues to cry as the room cheers. He hold the cup up to her lips and she slowly drinks it, Take all of Jesus Christ into you.” She nods as she drinks from the cup. Drinks every last drop. “Let her go,” he orders to the two men. Scarred and panic she rises naked to her feet. She tries to cover what she can of herself as she runs down the aisle. “Let Christ consume your evil my child. Let the lord set you free,” he shouts from behind her. A smile stretched across his face. The sedative takes effect before she even makes it to the doors of the church. “How could I be so,” she falls to the floor. “Bring her to me my children. We have much to do before it is too late,” he orders.

“Is she ready?” The reverend asks. “She has been drained of all her blood,” one of his followers answers. “Good, take her down and lets proceed to the chosen sight,” the reverend orders. “What of the others?” The follower asks. “In time my child. In time they will all receive their penance,” he answers. Bodies of men and women hang from meat hooks bound by the wrist. The truck bed shifts a bit. “Will someone tell the driver to be a little more careful? We have precious cargo with us. Can’t afford to get caught now. Not this soon. So much work left to do,” The reverend says with a smile. The follower disappears to the front of the trailer to talk to the driver. The reverend touches her face with the back of his hand, “Could have truly been so much more in this world.” A female follower standing next to him speaks up, “She will be more than she could have ever been in this life time. Praise him.” He turns to her, “How right you are my child. How right you are.” He takes the followers face into his hands, “Praise him. Praise him we shall.” The refrigerated truck drives for a few more hours until it reaches a stretch of road in some unknown town. “We have arrived my children,” He announces. The followers that he has brought come from under their warm blankets. Steam releasing from their bodies as they rush to get the others awake and ready. “The sun will be up soon and we have even less time than that. Put the gloves on and take her to the tree. No one without gloves is allowed to touch anything,” the reverend commands. Slipping on his own gloves he takes three large industrial size nails and the hammer from the end of the truck. They slip out of the truck and rapid fashion. Silent as the night as they carry her dead corpse with them. Sitting her down in the grass they untie her hands and place her in a cross formation. They stand waiting around the body in a circle as the reverend makes his way to them. He places the nails next to her body before taking one. Placing it in the palm of her cold dead hand he hammers it in. “For the Lord,” he says before taking another nail. Palm to ankles he hammers the nails into the body. “For the Lord. Praise him,” his followers chant. They all go silent as he hammers in the final nail firmly through her ankles. Pinned against the grass they all stare at her lifeless corpse. “The sinner and the whore has been redeemed for your blessing. We give you back your lost child. We give, we do all that you have asked of us. For we are the children of the one true God. We are the warriors upon which you seek. Praise the Lord. Honor the Lord. Children of Christ. Amen.” The followers raise their arms to the sky as it begins to rise. The shadows of evil slowly receding at the dawn of day. “Praise him. Praise the Lord,” the followers say in unison one last time. Into the early light they disappear back to the truck. They leave no traces of ever being there and the insects begin to feed. Because even in the south the dead don’t rest in peace.

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