Page 54 of Drowned In Silence

I’m crawling through somewherecold and damp, but I can’t figure out where I am. I know my Daddy took me on a road trip to his church, but I got lost within the back rooms. I was just trying to find his office, but I think I ended up in the basement or something.

But I don’t remember ever walking downward– like stairs.

Where am I?

I’m close to yelling for help when I hear chanting somewhere beyond what I can see. I crawl forward, trying to figure out where it’s coming from.

“Do you think the other Churches will harm us for this? Are we sure we aren’t going to get attacked for stepping outside the rules?” A female asks, hesitantly.

“No one but this Church will find out. If someone finds out what we’re doing, I will personally kill all of you. Understood?”

The entire group mutters their responses before my father starts speaking once more.

“With the flesh we reap, He shall feast. ‘He took the five loaves and two fish, lifted his face to heaven in prayer, blessed, broke, and gave the bread to the disciples,’ Let us break and feed Him the flesh of the wicked. Let this be the way to clean and purge the darkness within the body, mind, and soul,” My father preaches from outside my field of vision.

I’m crying silently, shaking, and trying not to throw up. What does he mean by feeding from the flesh?

Did he cut someone open?

I hear the familiar cut of a blade against skin. I can almost see how the blood pours from the wound, imagining how it pools underneath someone's body.

“With this cut, we allow Him to enter our soul, clean the filth from our bodies, and make us pure once more.”

I have to hold my mouth so I don’t get sick all over myself.

I inch a little bit more forward, peeking out from a vent into the open room.

My eyes widen and I gasp as quietly as possible.

My father holds a knife against someone else’s neck, slitting their throat and letting them die.

I push open the vent and start yelling.

“Daddy! Stop it! What’s wrong with you?!”

His eyes snap to mine as he surges forward and grabs me by the neck, pulling me out of the confines of the dark.

“Someone grab those fucking drugs! She can’t remember this!”

Another person walks up to us and injects a small needle into my arm.

“Go to sleep, Dynah. It’s okay. It was all just a dream.”

Daddy

Elliot

Why in the fuckis he here? From what Spencer told me, my parents didn’t know where Robert was. Now I find them both doing weird shit behind a secret door?

What. The. Fuck.

“You will explain now,” I growl. I don’t care who he is or what he is doing, I want answers.

Before he can open his mouth, my biological father walks out of the door and stands beside Ernest. He lays his hand on his shoulder and smiles at us.

“I knew you would bring her back, Elliot. You really think I didn’t know who you were the moment you showed up at my front door pretending to break down? I’m not that stupid,Son.Did you fuck my pretty little girl? She’s got an exquisite pussy on her. You’d know that though. So why did you bring her back?” Heasks me.

“What the fuck is going on?” I scream.