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He didn’t speak another word – well, none that I understood – and neither did I.
Wherever he was taking me, I didn’t care.
I was breaking inside.
Raised and then ravaged by wolves.
Numb, I sat motionless beside him while I waited for him to decide my fate.
It wasn’t until the bright orange, pillowing flames illuminating the night sky came into sight that I jerked out of my mournful solitude.
"Oh my god," I gasped, hand moving to cup my mouth when my brain made sense of what my eyes were seeing. "That's the –"
"Church," Trig filled in for me, tone laced with venom. "Sí."
Pulling to an abrupt stop, he cut the engine and shoved his door open.
My mouth was still hanging open, eyes glistening with tears, when Trigger rounded the car and opened my door.
Yanking me out by the arm, he marched me straight towards the burning church.
"What happened?" I cried. My stomach lurched when my eyes landed on the dozen or so burnt corpses laid out on the ground. "Oh my god –"
"You," he snarled, swinging me around to clutch my throat. "Youhappened." He squeezed so tightly he cut off my air supply. "You killed them." He increased the pressure on my throat. "Fucking whore."
With a sneer, he roughly shoved me to the ground.
Landing on my hands and knees amongst the bodies, I gasped for air but the smell, the god-awful stench of singed hair and flesh, filled my senses.
Unable to stop myself, I threw up.
"Breathe it in," Trig ordered, coming to stand behind me. "Open your fucking eyes and breathe in their death." Cupping the back of my head, he forced my face into the dirt and ashes, giving me no option but to breathe in the smell of death. "Look at what you did."
"I didn’t tell –"
"Do not lie!" he bellowed and I cowered away from his closed fist, curling up in the smallest ball I could amongst the dead. "You are to blame." Unclenching his fist, he ran his hand through his hair and took several steps back. "You betrayed me!"
I shook my head, stunned. "H-how?"
"How?" he repeated, livid. "How!" He laughed humorlessly and pulled his gun from the holster at his side. "You told them about this place!” Aiming the gun right at me, he closed the space between us and hissed, "You fucking told them and they mutilated her!"
"Trig –"
"They raped her," he continued, pushing the barrel of the gun into my flesh. "At the altar of my God! And those nuns –" His voice broke off and he quickly strode around in circles, delirious with rage and grief. "What they did to those poor women –"
Shaking his head, he used his forearm to wipe a rogue tear from his cheek before turning back to me, expression cold.
"You cost me everything." Gun aimed at my head once more, he marched towards me. "You fucking whore!"
With his free hand, he yanked me to my feet only to push me up against a nearby tree.
"Please, Trig, I didn’t –"
"Why?" The question was torn from his chest. "Did I not treat you with respect?" Tears flew freely down his cheeks now. "Did I not worship you? Did I not love you enough?"
"Yes. Of course you did –"
"Was it all a game to you?" A pained sound tore from deep inside of him. "Were you playing me for all these years?"
