Chapter 26

The cold water harshly runs down my body at a glance. I'm brought back to reality with my mouth open, not my eyes. My closed eyes can't feel any light. So I really am inside my mother's warehouse.

I feel my hands cuffed on the sides of the chair while my legs are deepened inside the cold water. This is the second day since I was taken away from the island, from him, yet I feel like it's been years.

"Been tough keeping your hands to yourself woman, huh?" Steve, my mother's follower asks. He was rescued from a car accident that his own parents caused. It was my mother that rescued him, and ever since, he does and believes everything that she says.

To him, Mother is the Goddess. To me, she is my worst terror.

"So tell me," I open my eyes as he crouches down near me, "How does it feel to sin like that? Don't you feel disgusted with how many men have poured their liquids in your little hole? No wonder Carlos lamented it was too large for his size," He laughs in disgust.

My body starts trembling as the cold water still hovers over my skin, " Oh, you are feeling cold my dear, I have various ways of making you feel warm. I think this one is going to make you warmer a lot faster,"

My eyes widen at the site of what I am seeing. This can't be it. Not again. I silently pray for rescue as he connects it with the iron dish that has my legs in it.

My lips tremble not just because of the cold and my heart beats faster. In less than a minute, he turns it on. I feel the electric signals in every bit of my muscle, connecting every pain any human could ever feel. It hurts. It hurts so bad. It hurts more that hell itself. I silently moan at the pain. I don't know how long it took but by the time I was out of all of my energy, that's when I heard my mother's voice.

"That's enough, Steve."

"But..."

"That is not the punishment I had prepared for her today. Her actions clearly show that was not enough to stop her." She harshly says. Despite that at some point, Thank you, Mother.

"Unclothe her. Leave her with nothing on. She is used to getting naked in front of a guy. One more for her lesson will not hurt," She crouches down and tilts my head to her, "Will it?" I hate her. This satan. This bitch! If only I had the strength to kill someone, she'd be the first one to kill.

Steve unlocks my arms and my legs. With a smirk mixed with lust and pleasure, he takes me to the other side of the warehouse. He places me on this dirty and hell-smelling mattress and does as told.

"If only I wasn't serving God, I would be punishing you myself, whore!" He says. From his body temperature to how he takes off my clothes shows how much he wishes he was one of the guys that fucked me.

I let out a tear. This is me. This is my life. My own mother makes matters worse than the devil in hell. Someone 14 years younger than me is to see me with nothing but my skin for in her eyes, I am a prostitute.

I am just an embarrassment. I don't even have the strength to resist. Both my body and my heart ache. Both of them crave to escape from this reality, craving to be gone, craving to be with him.

Finally, I am left half-naked. Lust and desire conquer his eyes as they land on my skin, not being able to wait for unclothing me fully, "No wonder other guys craved for you. People like you should never have been born." His voice is now deep, I can already feel how horny he is.

Someone, please help me. Someone, please hear out my silent screams and my tears. This can't happen to me, Please!

"What took you so long, Steve?" Anger rages out of my mother's voice. For a moment, thank goodness this witch arrived.

"I could not do it fully madam, I am afraid I might sin. I'm really sorry," For fuck sake. You couldn't wait to do it. Son of a bitch!

"It is a good thing you were able to control your desire. The almighty needs more people of your kind." I wish I could roll my eyes.

"I was looking for them. I can remember clearly I put them in a wardrobe the other day. Are you sure you did not take them when we were punishing those people, Steve?" So she had other people punished, like me. Probably more than me.

"Madam, I haven't touched that wardrobe for a very long time. Not without your permission," Steve says. Silence conquers before she says,

"I believe you. We will continue with her tomorrow. Stay with her. MAKE SURE SHE DOES NOT ESCAPE!" She looks at me one more time before she takes her leave.

"And remember, even food is a luxury for her," She looks at me one last time before she closes the door, leaving me with a monster. A devilish smirk emerges the moment the door is closed.

"Your dear mother has entrusted me with you. You see she trusts no other man than me," He whispers the last sentence as if it is only for me to hear. He takes the ropes and ties my hands in them, "Remember, no luxury for you tonight. Only I get to have the pleasure."

I can't even afford to close my eyes. They are the only free organs that can protect me. In everyway, they only focus on Steve, desire to commit a sin that mother fights so much against is all over his body.

My eyes however fail me. I close them. And I dream. I dare do it. A beautiful dream that I wish I stayed in forever. Beautiful Sunny playing with the kids on the beach. He looked so happy. I couldn't help but smile. It's like this is how he lives without me. This is how it's supposed to be.

Before I could stay there for a while my eyes open again, with something hovering over me and something hard being felt under the outside of my insides. I gasp as I register what is about to happen. Steve was hovering over me and that something that is so hard is his penis.

I try to move, but I'm tied. My body still aches from the shock and the cold temperature and it hurts, even more, knowing that I can't do anything about it.

"Don't be stubborn if you want to end this quick," He groans.

"Please don't do this," My weak voice manages to utter the words but they all go in vain. He doesn't listen. I can feel it. It's almost inside when we both hear the door opening as slowly as possible, followed by whispers and what I register as kisses. Arletta? My sister is the only one with this audacity.

"Are you sure no one is here?" And that must be the guy.

"My mother uses this place to punish people from time to time. I will be doomed once she uncovers my dark self," She whispers as she kisses the guy. I was beside the wardrobe. It was not easy to notice other people considering the heated passion that ignites between them. A small smile captures my face. My little sister's sin has saved me today.

The heated passion turns into romance which leads to a good fuck, making me silently laugh. It takes everything in me to do that as my whole body aches. The echoes of their moans keep repeating themselves over and over again.

After what feels like forever they finally reach the climax, both panting like hell. Never have I ever thought that I'd ever hear my very own sister doing this thing. A beautiful sin.

"Oh and the whips. I need to put them together before Mother finds out that they are gone," She whispers.

"Okay," Pablo? The guy from the church that my mother entrusts the fund to? Oh, My God! After they put everything in place, they leave.

Arletta better be careful with this guy.

I can feel how the sun is near to shine on us even though it's still dark. My sister is now gone and now there is only me and Steve left. He will not attempt to do anything to me, will he?

"So you and you're sister are both naughty, huh?"

"And now you want her too? Do you wish to smash her as well? I thought you were not a sinner,"

"It ain't easy when there are two sexy sisters like you two. Do you know how much I prayed just so I would never have to jerk myself thinking about you?"

"So in the end, no one can really escape from this sin. Not even children of God himself," I smirk. I need to keep this conversation going no matter what he tries to do to get near me.

"Just because we are the children of God, it doesn't mean we are not tempted. We are made of flesh and we are meant to feel it. The only problem is, you." Oh, My God.

"Me!" That's it. Try your best girl. Don't look scared. Don't tremble.

"Your lips, your hips, everything about you screams sex. How can I not be tempted? In other words, you still remain the sinner for tempting a man of God,"

I laugh harder than my own strength, "And you think that will be an excuse for you to go to heaven? Because you could not stop thinking about me, the sexy woman?" And I keep talking to him until the dark hours end. I made it, at least this time.