Sinners & Saints || Gavin Jun 16, 2014 2:35:45 GMT -4
Post by Heaven Marie on Jun 16, 2014 2:35:45 GMT -4
"Please, I do not wish for trouble." A soft, sweet voice coming forth despite the obvious undertones of distress and discomfort. The bright eyed, dark haired girl dressed in a conservative baby blue dress that extended down to her knees looked just a bit taxed as she side stepped a young blond haired man in an attempt to get out of the corner he had backed her into. He allowed it, but as she moved past, he would grasp her arm, his fingers digging into her delicate flesh just beneath the sleeve of her dress. It was a rather harsh touch, and one that issued a tiny whimper from the girl as she winced and attempted to pull away.
She had been dealing with this man, Eric, for the past half hour, as well as his three buddies who had all staggered in stinking of alcohol and whistling at her like she were some sort of dog. It was something she attempted to not hold against them, especially since they were clearly under the influence of the Devil's drink...or fire water as her Daddy would have said. However, as they continued to try and taunt her and coax her into exposing a little bit of flesh to them, she found herself having great difficulty in finding forgiveness for them inside of her heart.
No, that was not right. She had to accept that they were being influenced by the Devil himself, and she should pray for them instead of casting stones for their lewd behavior. "Please, if you would just leave..." Her words were cut off as Eric burst out laughing, slurred speech being thrown back over his shoulder toward his friends before he turned back and reached out to grasp the ends of her ponytail, twirling her soft locks between his dirty fingers.
"C'mon now doll." He leaned in, his breath wreaking of alcohol and making her stomach turn. Quickly, she held her breath, refusing to even partake of the stuff through her breath. It was a sinful liquid, one that held great temptation and promised nothing but sinful, diabolical acts. She knew, because not only had her Daddy taught her as much, but the voices in her head constantly reminded her of the wrongs people could commit as a result of that stuff. The one and only time she had dared to think of trying it, she could remember well the verbal lashing they had sent upon her, and before she could even take a sip, the guilt had become too much. She had spent hours locked away in her room, praying for God to forgive her for almost giving into the sinful temptations of the Devil. It had been the closest she had ever come to being one of the fallen, and she had been scared to death by her own weakness.
"What do we have here?" Slurred words and a bit of spittle thrown into her face as she attempted to back away, instinctively jerking away from that hand which released her hair and moved to caress the spot just behind her right ear that possessed the unique, somewhat strange birthmark...the one her Daddy had always said was a mark of God and a sign of her duty and devotion to him.
"Please don't." She reached up and pushed his hand away, twisting herself out of his grasp and trying to move away, only to find her path blocked by his three friends as they all eyed her with a hunger that she had become all too accustomed to seeing in this place. Well, not here, at the clinic, but in Abital as a whole really. People here were prone to sin. The number one sin? Greed. The second most prominent? Lust....and that was the one that she saw now. A sin that, quite honestly, scared her greatly...more than any other sin out there, and oh, she knew about sin. She had spent the last six years becoming very familiar with all of them, and though they all held aspects which sent an unsettling feeling down her spine, it was lust that terrified her most.
Once more, she felt a hand tugging at the skirt of her dress, drawing a soft yelp as she quickly reached down to jerk it away from Eric's hand and situated it back into place along her thighs. She had met these men before, only it had been in passing and she had thought nothing of it. Yet, based on their behavior and their words now, it would seem that they had been eyeing her for some time. It was a fact that was deeply unsettling, and though she wished to pray for their souls, she knew already that if she did, they would only cut her short and laugh at her. They had done as much already.
Another hand came forward, this time taking up the cross pendant which hung around her neck. A soft gasp as she carefully took her necklace back, stepping away only to find herself once more pinned against a cold, brick wall. Fighting desperately not to tremble, she looked past the group of men to see if maybe, just maybe another person had come in to receive medical attention, but sadly, the waiting area was empty as was the rest of the clinic. But then, it always was this time of night. The sinners and the minions of Satan were the only ones out at this hour, when the moon hung high within the midnight sky. They never sought medical attention. Not once. Yet here she was, because honestly, it was the only job she could find that did not require her to neglect her morals or values in order to get paid.
No, she was alone, save for her four companions here, and they were not allowing her to make it to the exit. Her small hand trembling as she wrapped her fingers around her cross, and began to silently pray within her mind for some sort of sign as to what God wished of her in this moment. Some sign to tell her how to deal with this newest test he had placed in her path. All the while, the voices inside of her head assuring her that soon enough, all would be clear and that God's design would be shown to her. To have faith, because one way or another, God always saved her.