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Chester was a ball of raw emotions when he realizes that someone else has taken his mistress. He scurries out of the building and runs to his car. He drives back to his pitiful house, wrestling with the guilt he feels. He is afraid to tell Savior Paul of his failing. It is because of him that the plan of salvation won’t be carried out. He will be sacrificed due to this catastrophic failure. Who else would want her though? Lucifer already had her, it doesn’t make sense for him to take her with such force. He saw the blood and wreckage of the living room. The only other person that he could think of is the blonde demon from the pool hall. He had tried to take his mistress before, but Lucifer stopped him. All the evil creatures of the world must be battling for his mistress.
He doesn’t know what name the blonde demon is using, or what his alias is. He doesn’t work for Lucifer any longer. Chester knows that the blonde drives a flashy red Corvette. He knows how to hack into computer networks, he does it all the time to stop Hannah’s father from posting missing persons information. Chester dashes to his laptop and breaks into the DMV’s database. He begins his search for red Corvettes along with an image of the driver’s license that the cars were registered to. After much searching, he has narrowed it down to two different men. The first is Stewart G. Jackson of Duncan, who has a 2015 red Corvette. He is blonde and has that smug smirk that he has seen often on the demon’s face. The other man is Beau A. Campbell of Lawton. He is also blonde and has the look of a blonde playboy. He looks like he is full of himself. Chester decides to start with this man, especially since he is closer to his house.
Chester grabs the rope, tape, gloves, and knife and raced out the door with the addresses of both men gripped tightly in his hand. Chester is unaware that he too is being watched. He owns an older model, blue four door car, the same that had been seen this morning by the dishwasher of the café he has been frequenting every day. The dishwasher was able to give the police a very detailed description of the little man with a stocky build, sweaty upper lip, balding with thin wisps of red hair on the sides, and thick black framed glasses. His description included how he slurps his coffee noisily and how he insists on having the window table that has the perfect view of the parlor. The police believe him to be a prime person of interest in the disappearance of the young woman with the warm brown eyes and kind smile.
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HANNAH DOESN’T KNOW how long she has been strapped to the table. She is completely absorbed in her prayers and tears. The door abruptly swings open to reveal Beau. He saunters across the room to her and gawks down at her naked figure. She tightly closes her eyes, turns her head away and tenses every muscle in her body. She can feel him lightly trace his fingers over her skin. She begins to softly cry as he continues.
“Shh, mistress. All is right now. You don’t need to be afraid. Our god has watched over you and brought you back to us, to me,” he tenderly purrs to her. She turns back to him and opens her eyes. This pleases him, but she quickly starts to fire off questions at him.
“Why do you keep calling me mistress? Who are you really? What’s going on?” she demands.
Beau looks at her thoughtfully, then sighs. He walks around the table she is strapped to several times, gazing at her from every angle that he can, like he is analyzing her. She grows more and more uncomfortable by his actions. He walks to the side of the room and pulls a chair over by her head so that he can be face to face with her.
“Would you like to know how important you are mistress? I think the time has come for you to be told of your role in helping the world.”
Hannah gasps as she mumbles a soft yes to him. She is watching him carefully as he begins to stroke her face with the fingers of his right hand as he sits to the left of her. She cringes at his touch, he chuckles at her reaction and continues speaking.
“I am a member of a religious assembly that oversees saving mankind. We were told by our god to find a suitable mistress, who was young, that we could prepare to be the perfect mother to mankind. I was chosen to be the father. Our assembly is aptly named, Salvation for the Saved, because we are the only ones who have been assigned to save our god’s creation. My brother, Savior Paul, was first visited by our god and told to establish the assembly. He was given a set of rules that we must follow. After a few years, he was visited again and told to find a mistress to fulfill the plan. We needed money to fulfill the plan so we had to enlarge our assembly. I was responsible for scouting wealthy women to become part of our family, who could fund our plan. Most women eagerly joined, left their previous lives, and started over with us. The women who fought, well, they were sacrificed to our god,” Hannah lets out a soft cry as she further glares at the shameless man in front of her. She wonders how he can tell her this information so nonchalantly.
“As I was saying, our assembly began to grow and grow. Soon, we had well over three hundred followers, all wanting to do something, to have a role in helping to facilitate the plan. Chester, who you know as he was the one who cared for you as you grew, was put in charge of finding you because he showed great passion for the plan. He sold all his belongings, gave up everything and turned over all his funds to us, just to be a part of the assembly. He did a great job in finding you and your mother. Unfortunately, he killed your mother much too quickly. We had a purpose for her, she was to help continue to groom you for your special day.”
“What special day?” Hannah asks swiftly.
Beau brings Hannah’s hand up to brush his lips over her knuckles, “Why my mistress, it’s the day that you become Mistress of Salvation and I become Master of Salvation. My brother will be given the key to the universe as he takes over for our god. You and I are to carry out the plan for salvation. We will be joined on July twenty-eighth, your birthday. Our joining will signify the saving of mankind. Our son will be the future ruler. After you have given birth to a son, you and any daughters we may have will become the ultimate sacrifice to our god. So, you see my mistress, you are very important to us. It’s a good thing you came home now, the ritualistic cleansing had to begin today in order to have you ready in time.”
Hannah’s mouth drops open, her eyes are wide. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Everything that has just come out of Beau’s mouth seems ridiculous, though he fully believes what he has told her. This is by far more frightening than her time in the bunker with the man she now knew as Chester.
“You can’t be serious! What is wrong with you people! You can’t really believe any of this!” Hannah shouts at him. Beau begins smiling at her while he drops her hand, then his fingers begin to graze her chest. She tries to squirm in an attempt to get away from him.
“My sweet Hannah, it is all true. Why would I lie to my mistress? You act like this is all made up. How can you not take the saving of mankind seriously? When you turn twenty-one, you will be of age to be mother to mankind. You and I will be the reason for the saving of the believers. Everyone else has it wrong. Our god is just, and only loves us, this assembly! He is discouraged by everyone else, he wants to start anew with us! My brother will soon be the new god, I will have many mistresses that will produce many sons. All of my mistresses will be virgins and give birth to mankind’s heirs. How can you not be excited to know that our son will be the official heir to mankind?” he furiously demands. The look of anger in his eyes terrifies Hannah.
She wonders how she is going to get away this time. She is strapped to a bed, naked, and locked away in a remote room. She starts to analyze the room for anything she might be able to get her hands on. She stops abruptly when Beau begins to sing a song to her as he continues to run his fingertips over her small frame. She knows the song, it is always playing in her nightmares. It is a John Denver song. She can’t stand those songs, they were the only ones she was allowed to listen to in the bunker. It is the same song that was playing when Chester murdered her mother in front of her. She immediately feels nauseated, she can feel the bile rising rapidly in her throat. Without warning, she vomits in Beau’s face. He jumps away from her, thoroughly repulsed by her actions.
“You are disgusting, you pig! Vomit is an unclean action. Maybe you aren’t truly meant to be the mistress. Vomit is a mark of Satan according to our god. I am hopeful that this was a one-time occurrence if not, you will have to be sacrificed Hannah.” Beau roars furiously, turning from her and promptly leaving the room. Two women from earlier enter the room quickly and begin scouring her yet again. Beau’s words and the events of the day come crashing down on her. She vomits again, which disgusts the women as they flee from the room. Well, that’s one way to get them to leave me alone Hannah thinks to herself. The women come back, this time with a tall, gangly man with curly light brown hair and small glasses that are perched on a long, pointy nose. He wears a murderous glare on his long face.
“You heathen, you better release yourself from this pure creature! Release yourself I say in the name of our god. Release!” the man shouts as he harshly slaps Hannah’s face repetitively. Hannah cries for him to stop. The women behind him continue to stare at her with blank expressions on their faces.
“Demon, be gone with you! You will not ruin our plan! Our god has chosen this creature, you shall not have her!” with this the man picks up a thin board of wood lying on the cart and crashes it over her head. The room begins to spin as Hannah is overcome by darkness.