| Purgatory | The K I L L I N G of the lamb εïз·Woman | He told me he wanted me. Her voice is deep and soft as she speaks at such a slow pace. She choses to keep her eyes open at all times as she begins to divulge some unsavory details about the incident. εïз·Woman | And then he begun to unwrap me. He wasn't soft at all but just rough. Keep in mind that I did let him know it was my first. But he didn't care, he wanted to take what was mine for his own pleasure. Pushing himself against me, he begun to cut right through me. She let out a soft moan and bit her bottom lip to make her story seem more exicting. εïз·Woman | It burned me and I began to scream. He was ripping into me so fast, I could feel the blood trickle down my legs. She grabs hold of the bars and begins to shake them with all her might. εïз·Woman | You didn't stop him, did you? Why couldn't you have stoped him! She starts rattling the cage once again while letting out screams after screams. The purple marks around her eyes are now turning into a darker shade as droplets of blood start to roll down the already wounded gash on her forehead. She stops as soon as she recognises whats seems to be the face of the other person sitting opposite her on the confession booth. The light slants across her green eyes as they seem to be the only part of her body visible to us. εïз·Woman | You.. you.. NO!! She jilts her head upwards, eyes closed as she lets out the loudest blood curdling scream one could ever let out. Church of St. Anne, Vatican City. There wasn't a stone unturned on that night for they feared that leaving traces of their existance would harm them. But only in complete secrecy would they worship her. There were pictures, statues and glass paintings of what she might of resembled but it was all done in code for they feared that if anyone found out about their secret gatherings, they would be tormented and slain for they had no knowledge of her existance. She had never made it know of her presence on earth and until they found valid proof, they would be kept in purgatory. Sadly, the chances of finding this woman was slim to none. She might have already existed and been dead centuries ago or her birth is yet to come. Either way, they wouldn't give up on her for they knew that the day she came to them would be the day that hell was unleashed on earth itself. The clock struck midnight as the night sky pulled itself out over what was once a cloudy voilet blue. The sound of stones being trampled upon was heard as those people who were outside made their way into their houses. Far beyond was a holy place of worship, which was the Church of St. Anne in Vatican City. A man dressed in a black robe rushed towards the church, climbing up the stair and lifting the robe an inch above his feet to ensure he doesn't tumble down. He walks beyond the big wooden doors only to turn around and close them behind him since they're incredibly huge. As soon as the door slams shut, rain begins to pour down followed by lightning and a roar of thunder in the sky. Through the window pane, we see the same woman sitting on what looks like the second row of the church pews directly line up from the alter to the back end. As we proceed to go inside, we hear the woman sob. She now wears white covered with a maroon robe with cut up sleeves that look like they were torn off. The woman has her face in her hands as we hear soft moans coming out of her. What seemed to be mourning now turns into a shrilly laughter as she removes her hands from her face. Heaving, she almost chocked on her own spit prior to grabbing her own throat and screaming. Within a second, she jumps from the seat and falls onto the floor. There are a few moments where she sighs and giggles while crawling towards the alter. In the midst of all those over exaggerations, she begins to mumble something that is quite unclear and could be misinterpreted for something else. The woman is clawing her way through the ground when suddenly something grabs onto her legs and pulls. Letting out a scream, she digs her nails into the carpeted floor leaving impacts of her long nails. εïз·Woman | Get the fuck away from me! Just let me go, you evil fucking cretin! She lets out another painful scream as what happens to be the guards, drag her towards the back and strap her down to a chair. εïз·Woman | Fuck all you, motherfuckers! I'm going to kill one day. All of you! I'll drown you in your fucking pigs blood. Fuck you, Satan! She growls at the two guards who begin to tie her arms to the chair completely ignoring her cries for attention. The same man walks in and begins to undo his robe. Losening one of her arms from the ropes with possible difficulty, she pounces on him and grabs hold of one of his shirt, bringing him down to her level. εïз·Woman | You fucking, Satanist! ROT IN HELL! He pushes her off him as fast as he can and she falls back, slamming her head into the chair. He picks her up by her hair and slaps her hard across the face pushing the unconcious woman back on the chair. The guards tie her hands, legs and body to the chair and then move aside. The man who happens to be a monk undoes his robe fully, revealing his naked body. He advances towards the girl and places his hand on her. Echo's of screams are heard from outside the church making the head of a figure turn. A woman dressed in a black robe with a hood on removes it and looks onto the church. Her face resembles that of Rebecca Rancid, could it be? She smirks as her toned colored bangs begin to sway with the wind. Slightly nodding her head, she puts the hood back on and proceeds to walk, vanishing into the night. | 
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