I was always a pretty religious girl until something dark happened that I’d love to share with evil phone sex. It kinda takes a special person to get off on something such as this. You see, I was walking home from school one day when I was fairly young, you can imagine because I’m not super old right now. This man dressed up and told me that he was going to our Wednesday night church group and asked if I wanted a ride.
It was raining that night so I figured it would be okay…
Little did I know, that night was going to change my world for the rest of my life. It struck me as odd when he started driving in a different direction from my church. He told me it was okay though, that he just had to pick someone else up. I was trembling with fear but I didn’t want to tell him just how scared I was.
That’s when it happened, we pulled up in front of this dark building out in the middle of nowhere. I reached for the door only to find it had been locked, when my whole world went dark.
Waking up, I found myself tied to a dirty mattress in a dimly lit basement. The room was dark and damp and I could hear him chuckling in the corner. Clearly very proud of himself. He was talking in hushed tones I could hardly even hear. I noticed bibles and crosses decorating a table across the room from me. And heavy brass padlocks securing the door so it couldn’t be opened without multiple keys.
Just then, he tossed a crucifix toward me, landing in front of me on the floor it was all I could focus on. “Use it!” I heard his voice boom as panic started to set in even more. I began praying outloud thinking that’s what he wanted, but boy was I wrong.