Heart Recaptured
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I shook my head vigorously. I did not want that at all.
I was scared as I was stripped of my garment. I was afraid as I was placed on all fours, my head pressed to the ground and my hands placed behind my back. There was pain, discomfort, but more than that, the surrender I made to Brother Noah and the Lord. This was how I should be saved.
I felt unsteady on my feet.
“Delilah?” Phebe said as she watched me warily.
I stared at the girl that was once my sister and felt nothing but confusion.
Turning on my heel, I ran back down the short path to my new quarters, hearing the soft thud of Phebe’s feet behind me. I did not stop. My mind was a labyrinth of bewilderment, a whirring chaos of turmoil, deceit, and misconceptions.
As I entered my new bedroom, pacing the spacious apartment, Phebe ran in and asked, “Delilah, what is the matter? Why are you acting this way?”
Raking my fingers through my hair, I asked, “Do you partake in these services? Does everybody?”
She eyed me like I was ill of mind.
“Please, Phebe! I must know!”
“Yes, I take part in these services. They are essential to our faith… to the cause. It is what we are all called to do. The apocalypse is nigh, and Prophet Cain will ensure our ascension to paradise through his revelations.”
“Is this why you are a Sacred Sister? How have you earned that title? I have never heard of this before.”
Phebe smiled. “Prophet David revealed that we must recruit more members. I was one of the sisters chosen from our previous commune to go to the outside world and convert more disciples.”
My legs grew weak and I slumped down onto the bed. “You… you go to the outside? You leave the commune?”
“Yes. We must preach and take mission to spread the Lord’s words, just as Jesus and his disciples did.”
“How? How do you convert?”
Phebe walked cautiously toward me and joined me on the bed. She held my hand and confessed, “We share the Lord’s love. Show men and women that they can live a restraint-free life, show them how life can be if they embrace the Lord’s love and fully commit themselves to the cause… to Prophet David, and now to Prophet Cain.”
I did not think Phebe could say or show me anything else this morning that would shock me more than the Sacred Circle. I was growing numb. Everything I believed was being questioned; my beliefs were being ripped up; no, blown to smithereens. My entire life and beliefs were crumbling before my very eyes!
I could not take it all in. I wanted Mae. I wanted Maddie. I wanted to hold Ky, to have him soothe and comfort me, to tell me everything was going to be okay.
I was a stranger in this commune. Unaware. “You… you join with them… carnally… and bring them back here, to the Lord’s Eden… to New Zion?”
Phebe sat straighter, almost proud. “Yes. And I have brought back most of our converts. How else do you think we get new members?”
“And… Judah? You are now with Judah?”
Phebe smiled and I could see the affection she had for our prophet’s twin brother. “I am. He tells me I am worthy to stand by his side. I am an example to our women of how to use the Lord’s message and to show ungodly people the true path.”
I could not breathe. My lungs were constricting, my chest was growing tight, and I could not breathe!
“Delilah?” Phebe dropped to her knees and felt at my clammy head. “Are you unwell?”
“Yes,” I managed to say. “Please, I must rest. I am tired.”
Phebe sighed and quickly exited the room, leaving me alone. I must have fallen asleep on the bed, for when I heard somebody walk through the door, I jolted awake on a gasp. The room was in dark shadow. I realized I must have slept the day away.
My back faced the door, but when heavy footsteps moved toward me, instinct had me scurrying to the head of the bed.
“Little Rebekah—oops! No, it’s Delilah now, is it not?” a deep voice said, and Brother Micah walked into the dregs of daylight squeezing through the window.
I inhaled a fearful breath. His frame was formidable. His brown hair down his back, a long beard flowing down his chest. His brown eyes were small and narrow, his face seeming to adopt a permanent scowl. He was tall and foreboding… He was the man to save me?
Brother Micah closed in and towered over the bed. “You are beautiful, Delilah, truly a vision.”
I watched him intently, watched his lips tighten. Brother Micah turned his back and began lifting his tunic. I did not dare look away as his skin began to show. Then I could not look away when his entire back was revealed, unable to contain my sharp, shocked gasp.
Micah glanced back. “You see what your whoring temptation did to me, Delilah?”
Wide slashes marred his back. They were everywhere, from the bottom of his neck to the bottom of his spine. He had been flogged, lashed… just as Jesus was.
Micah spun around and glared down at me. “Do you remember that night, Delilah? The night you came into my room and taunted me with your sweet smile. Tempted me with those blue eyes. I was in rapture of your looks. Prophet David had just preached about how to touch and please a girl, about how our caretakers at The Order would begin to touch us to introduce us to the Lord’s love.
“And I had loved you for years, for as long as I could remember. And it was not just a childhood infatuation. You consumed me, my every thought, my dreams, every fiber of my body. I thought about you incessantly, about how you could be like one of those girls in the coloring books.”
Micah’s eyes hooded and I watched as he reached down to his crotch with his hand, revealing his excitement. He took a step forward, then another, until his knees hit the mattress at the end of the bed. His hand began stroking up and down his length, and nausea built in my stomach, vomit edging its way up my throat.
No… please, Lord, please save me… spare me from Micah’s wrath, I prayed.
“I learned to touch myself to your image. Learned how to bring pleasure and transcend to get closer to the Lord… all to those pretty eyes and plump lips.”
Micah’s palms hit the mattress, followed shortly after by his knees. I had nowhere to go; I was trapped. Fear kept me a prisoner on the bed.
But then his eyes glazed with something else, something I could not decipher. “The devil within you spoke to my innocent and God-fearing soul. And you, with your sinfully beautiful face, lured me in. You made me fall from grace. I was tempted and I was weak!”
I was scared as I was stripped of my garment. I was afraid as I was placed on all fours, my head pressed to the ground and my hands placed behind my back. There was pain, discomfort, but more than that, the surrender I made to Brother Noah and the Lord. This was how I should be saved.
I felt unsteady on my feet.
“Delilah?” Phebe said as she watched me warily.
I stared at the girl that was once my sister and felt nothing but confusion.
Turning on my heel, I ran back down the short path to my new quarters, hearing the soft thud of Phebe’s feet behind me. I did not stop. My mind was a labyrinth of bewilderment, a whirring chaos of turmoil, deceit, and misconceptions.
As I entered my new bedroom, pacing the spacious apartment, Phebe ran in and asked, “Delilah, what is the matter? Why are you acting this way?”
Raking my fingers through my hair, I asked, “Do you partake in these services? Does everybody?”
She eyed me like I was ill of mind.
“Please, Phebe! I must know!”
“Yes, I take part in these services. They are essential to our faith… to the cause. It is what we are all called to do. The apocalypse is nigh, and Prophet Cain will ensure our ascension to paradise through his revelations.”
“Is this why you are a Sacred Sister? How have you earned that title? I have never heard of this before.”
Phebe smiled. “Prophet David revealed that we must recruit more members. I was one of the sisters chosen from our previous commune to go to the outside world and convert more disciples.”
My legs grew weak and I slumped down onto the bed. “You… you go to the outside? You leave the commune?”
“Yes. We must preach and take mission to spread the Lord’s words, just as Jesus and his disciples did.”
“How? How do you convert?”
Phebe walked cautiously toward me and joined me on the bed. She held my hand and confessed, “We share the Lord’s love. Show men and women that they can live a restraint-free life, show them how life can be if they embrace the Lord’s love and fully commit themselves to the cause… to Prophet David, and now to Prophet Cain.”
I did not think Phebe could say or show me anything else this morning that would shock me more than the Sacred Circle. I was growing numb. Everything I believed was being questioned; my beliefs were being ripped up; no, blown to smithereens. My entire life and beliefs were crumbling before my very eyes!
I could not take it all in. I wanted Mae. I wanted Maddie. I wanted to hold Ky, to have him soothe and comfort me, to tell me everything was going to be okay.
I was a stranger in this commune. Unaware. “You… you join with them… carnally… and bring them back here, to the Lord’s Eden… to New Zion?”
Phebe sat straighter, almost proud. “Yes. And I have brought back most of our converts. How else do you think we get new members?”
“And… Judah? You are now with Judah?”
Phebe smiled and I could see the affection she had for our prophet’s twin brother. “I am. He tells me I am worthy to stand by his side. I am an example to our women of how to use the Lord’s message and to show ungodly people the true path.”
I could not breathe. My lungs were constricting, my chest was growing tight, and I could not breathe!
“Delilah?” Phebe dropped to her knees and felt at my clammy head. “Are you unwell?”
“Yes,” I managed to say. “Please, I must rest. I am tired.”
Phebe sighed and quickly exited the room, leaving me alone. I must have fallen asleep on the bed, for when I heard somebody walk through the door, I jolted awake on a gasp. The room was in dark shadow. I realized I must have slept the day away.
My back faced the door, but when heavy footsteps moved toward me, instinct had me scurrying to the head of the bed.
“Little Rebekah—oops! No, it’s Delilah now, is it not?” a deep voice said, and Brother Micah walked into the dregs of daylight squeezing through the window.
I inhaled a fearful breath. His frame was formidable. His brown hair down his back, a long beard flowing down his chest. His brown eyes were small and narrow, his face seeming to adopt a permanent scowl. He was tall and foreboding… He was the man to save me?
Brother Micah closed in and towered over the bed. “You are beautiful, Delilah, truly a vision.”
I watched him intently, watched his lips tighten. Brother Micah turned his back and began lifting his tunic. I did not dare look away as his skin began to show. Then I could not look away when his entire back was revealed, unable to contain my sharp, shocked gasp.
Micah glanced back. “You see what your whoring temptation did to me, Delilah?”
Wide slashes marred his back. They were everywhere, from the bottom of his neck to the bottom of his spine. He had been flogged, lashed… just as Jesus was.
Micah spun around and glared down at me. “Do you remember that night, Delilah? The night you came into my room and taunted me with your sweet smile. Tempted me with those blue eyes. I was in rapture of your looks. Prophet David had just preached about how to touch and please a girl, about how our caretakers at The Order would begin to touch us to introduce us to the Lord’s love.
“And I had loved you for years, for as long as I could remember. And it was not just a childhood infatuation. You consumed me, my every thought, my dreams, every fiber of my body. I thought about you incessantly, about how you could be like one of those girls in the coloring books.”
Micah’s eyes hooded and I watched as he reached down to his crotch with his hand, revealing his excitement. He took a step forward, then another, until his knees hit the mattress at the end of the bed. His hand began stroking up and down his length, and nausea built in my stomach, vomit edging its way up my throat.
No… please, Lord, please save me… spare me from Micah’s wrath, I prayed.
“I learned to touch myself to your image. Learned how to bring pleasure and transcend to get closer to the Lord… all to those pretty eyes and plump lips.”
Micah’s palms hit the mattress, followed shortly after by his knees. I had nowhere to go; I was trapped. Fear kept me a prisoner on the bed.
But then his eyes glazed with something else, something I could not decipher. “The devil within you spoke to my innocent and God-fearing soul. And you, with your sinfully beautiful face, lured me in. You made me fall from grace. I was tempted and I was weak!”
