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As sunrise approached, I was waiting to be collected with Natasha. All night I’d been picked and preened over by women who overlooked me as much as I ignored them. There was confusion on their faces about who I was and why I was suddenly marrying the First and Second Ministers, but none asked. Several sent me pitying stares, to which I responded with my own cold look.
The door opened, and I was escorted out with Natasha and a guard full of Disciples. We were taken to the small lobby in church, where I was supposed to walk down the aisle. They left us there with guards outside.
“Shit, I ain’t wearing this,” Natasha growled, ripping the sleeves off her shapeless gown. Laughing, I did the same, and then we tore it to knee length. Now our arms and legs were free.
“Don’t freeze,” Natasha said.
I’d confided in Natasha that I did Ju-Jitsu and held a black belt. I knew how to kill a guy and defend myself. The third gong called for the last few congregation members, and then the song rose as they sang a hymn. This was it. They’d drink from the hallowed well, which hopefully was drugged.
“What have you done?” a man growled as he opened the door and saw our clothing.
“Fuck you, asshole,” I snapped, and he raised an eyebrow.
“You’ll learn when your legs are splayed over that altar and Second is fucking you,” he snarled and yanked me out.
I ripped my arm and strode down the aisle. Natasha was dragged to one side by two guards. She sent me a nod as I reached the altar and stopped.
“How dare you disrespect me!” First Minister shouted.
“Fuck you!” I yelled, and he stepped back in horror.
Gasps arose from the congregation, and I turned to them.
“I am here against my will. Kidnapped by Fifth Minister, so I would be forced to wed those two raging assholes. Thismarriage, as farcical as it is, is against my will and plus, you can’t legally marry your own Great-Uncle. I escaped the other compound eleven years ago…”
“Shut your mouth, woman!” Charles yelled and stepped forward to strike me. I caught his arm and shoved it up his back before forcing him forward with a shove.
Horrified gasps hit me again.
First looked frightened at what I’d announced. He clearly weighed up what I’d learned.
“I escaped eleven years ago and discovered everything these assholes taught us is a lie. Girl children do not get married outside until they are sixteen, at the very least. If anyone copulates with a child under sixteen, they are predators and rapists. They are arrested and locked away for the safety of the population.
“Women are not forced to marry multiple men. Women have the right to vote, drive, work in a job they choose, and have an education. The assholes couldn’t get a woman in the real world and kept you as slaves. No, they have to use captured and ignorant women as sex slaves because they have no other option. And I’ll prove it.
“Everyone here thinks First Minister is protected by God and talks with God’s voice. That God speaks through him, and we do as God orders.”
Quietly, I moved behind First Minister as he watched me warily. Casually, I stepped forward and, in a smooth twist, snapped his neck and let his body fall. Screams echoed from the congregation as men froze around the church.
“If that asshole were appointed by God, I couldn’t have killed him. Instead, he was ordained by the devil. You have all been fooled and stripped of your rights.”
I noticed some women were falling asleep. Second was staring at his uncle in shock.
“That man’s name was Randolph Adams. Not First Minister of God. His brother is Willoughby Adams, the fifth-richest man in the world. Fifty years ago, Randolph fled from an accusation of rape, hid here, and started this cult. Randolph and his followers kidnapped women from the real world, brainwashing and subjugating their rights. For those women born in the cult, none of you were told any different. Second Minister is his nephew,” I explained as the ladies seemed horrified.
Half the congregation was asleep, but the guards were looking suspicious. Their attention needed to be on me.
“And you are not my father. You raped and abused my mother before killing her and tortured and killed my birth father. Yeah, I know who you are, Charles Adams,” I yelled, and my uncle stared in horror. Second flew towards me, and I held up a hand.
“And uncle dearest, I made a new legal will. The money that Willoughby had for me in a trust fund, anything else I own, goes to Aston Summers. You can’t get a fuckin’ cent!” I screeched.
Second came toward me with sheer fury on his face, but he was slow. I took his knee out as Natasha moved on her two guards. Second hit the ground, and I stamped on his neck. I didn’t care if I crushed his throat. As long as he stayed down.
“You bitch, Alexis! You’ll die mewling like your parents!” Charles yelled.
“Doubt it? Look around, Charlie boy. Most of your men are asleep,” I cried. “Did you believe I wouldn’t discover the truth and take steps? That my friends and family would hand me over so easily? Fool!”
