Post by alexahayes on Sept 19, 2020 18:47:21 GMT -5
Susan’s hands were bound behind her as well as her feet, together. No lights were on, It was deathly silent. The silence was so overwhelming that she tried to scream, but nothing came out. and then suddenly from across the room, a television set flashed on and on it was Zeke’s face laughing. All that could be heard was a blood curdling scream; a woman’s voice. As she screamed the television set flashed off and then lights flashed on. In front of her stood the man that was on the set. The man was thin and his face slender and easy to look at. She tried to speak but no words came out. Her trepidation towards him was more than she can handle. Soon she passed out. But not before she saw Zeke bend over her to pick her up. Moments later, she was out cold.
As she woke, she found herself in a garage still bound, minus one difference, she was hanging upside down, as she flailed about to see what was going on, she suddenly realized that there was no way out of this. The chain that held her one foot in, was locked on tight. It was stronger than her. Susan realized then that her death was near. There was no way she was getting out of this. She thought of her family, her two sons and daughters. It was then that she was able to finally scream out.
“HELP ME!” She screamed aloud, “HELP ME!”
She struggled again, but to no avail. As she struggled to escape, she looked around the garage. It was empty save for maybe one little toolbox and a couple of skeletons that were recently skinned as there was a bucket of raw meat she had assumed were of human origin. Blood was dripping from that bucket, and there were bloodstains all around the floor that looked as if they came from where she hung.
As if her heart wasn’t already beating at rapid paces, it beat harder than it had before. With each passing minute, she realized that this man was not just a preacher, but a murderer. She had already assumed she would die, but the reality of it had grown into much more than a fantasy, it was a realization. There was nothing she could do to get out of this. There were no tools that she had to escape. Nothing.
What made it even worse for her was that she was almost naked. She had nothing but a pair of bra and panties on. Zeke had made it so she had nothing at all she could use, but why? Her hands were already tied together. So much so that she was losing circulation. Susan couldn’t fathom why she even ended up this way.
As she slowly realized these things, she could hear footsteps from outside the garage door. As they got closer, her thoughts started to scramble. Her mind started to lose all control that it once had. The fear was getting worse than it had back in the house. Zeke’s delight in torture made her gag. The things that she thought he could do to him were, well, extremely terrible. This was not the man that she had gotten to know all those Sundays going to church and listening to him speak of God. No. He was not a man of God. She was certain that he was a man of Satan.
The garage door rumbled open and as she screamed, she saw the same man that was in front of her on the couch. Except, this time, there was something different about him, something more sinister. In his right hand, there was a butcher’s knife, and on his right hand a black glove of which was covered in blood from his past victims, those that he believed never followed Jesus Christ, and instead followed Satan himself.
Slowly, he made his way towards her. As he did, he lifted his left hand and slowly ran a finger down the blade. Unsettled, Susan tried to think of something, anything that she could do to escape, but yet again, to no avail. She was trapped; doomed to die a rather morbid death, to never see her family once again. But something strange happened. He stopped walking. Confused Susan began to speak.
“A-aren’t you Zeke? You’re the preacher of my church, right? The Westboro Baptist?”
Zeke said nothing. He laughed and cocked his head at her. However, she wasn’t wrong though, and he knew it.
“Me,” he questioned,”I am but a humble person.I am no preacher, but I am a deliverer. I know who you are, but I know not of what you speak. You are here because of something that has come to my attention. Susan Remington, you have committed an act so heinous that not only do you hide it from members of the church, you hide it from your family. But did you think that you could so easily pull the wool over my eyes? You see, I have people that know things. People that follow me and abide by my words. You, you are no one, Susan. Let me make that perfectly clear. You disobeyed the church and now you will pay.”
Sweat started to roll down her brows, and as they did, they fell to the bloodstained floor. Her eyes darted left to right. She tried to gulp for air but nothing was happening. She screamed and Zeke darted towards her and brandished the blade at her throat, caressing it with the knife. Susan inhaled and exhaled expediently as she continued to gasp for air.
“It will do you good to be silent, WOMAN! The Bible clearly states that in the church, a woman shall not speak, but yet, remain submissive. But, on the other hand I can see your situation is dire for look at where you are. You are in the presence of the holy! For your sin, you committed adultery and cheated on your husband. Yes. You cheated.”
She shook her head no, but Zeke’s firm grasp on her made it impossible to do so, so instead, she cried.
“P-please, don’t kill me. I-I’m sorry Zeke. I...I won’t do it again.”
“I know. Because your sin shall be cleansed, and you spend an eternity in Hell!”
With that, he slashed her head open, With a last attempt at a scream for help, Susan died in an instant. The slash was so clean that nothing but a stump remained on her shoulders. And Zeke laughed knowing what he had done was all in the name of God. And soon, very soon, the whole world, or rather the congregation would know him.
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I’ve got the whole world in my hands. I’ve got the whole world in my hands. Everyone will soon know the name of Zeke and what I am capable of. There is a quiet darkness in all of us. Ya see, I am a man of a pietus nature. My daddy raised me up in the church. Every single Sunday
We would go to that dreadful place and I would be shoved off in the corner to go to Sunday school. There is where I would meet Jesus for the first time and finally understand why my daddy, the preacher, sent me off to that blasted place.
I learned quite a bit, the difference between Heaven and Hell, love and loathing. And what I took from that place was the desire to rid this nation of their sins, yes, that’s right. Rid them of their sins. It was as if my dear old dad knew that, because one day, as he picked me up, I asked him, “Daddy, how do I rid people of their sins?”
That’s when he grew worried. He never left his gaze off me for one second. I then understood. There was a darkness within me. A darkness that I knew had to be taken care of. But as the years went by, I slowly melted away into my own mind. Here, I began to concoct a plan to become the leader of the church that my dear old dad had once been a part of. Oh how I loathed, and loved that place at the same time. This is where it all began.
And now, it begins with you, DEATHMACHINE. Every beginning as an end, and sometimes a new beginning. You committed no sins that I can think of, minus one. You made a judgement. And that judgment was absolutely folly. You have no idea what you’re in store for, do you boy. Calling me a joke was the worst thing that you could ever do. You see, Matthew seven says this, “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. "Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?”
Normally, I would turn the other cheek like the good Christan boy that I am. However, in this particular situation, I find it a rather grave idea to do so. Your own miscalculated judgement shall be your own undoing. You shall ever lose favor with the Lord Jesus Christ as I do His bidding Monday night at Metal. Hellfire and brimstone shall rain down upon you like a plague of frogs when the Egyptian King would not let Moses’s people go free. The fans of APW will witness the greatest cleansing that the world has ever seen! And we will be the one who start it! You have been warned!
As she woke, she found herself in a garage still bound, minus one difference, she was hanging upside down, as she flailed about to see what was going on, she suddenly realized that there was no way out of this. The chain that held her one foot in, was locked on tight. It was stronger than her. Susan realized then that her death was near. There was no way she was getting out of this. She thought of her family, her two sons and daughters. It was then that she was able to finally scream out.
“HELP ME!” She screamed aloud, “HELP ME!”
She struggled again, but to no avail. As she struggled to escape, she looked around the garage. It was empty save for maybe one little toolbox and a couple of skeletons that were recently skinned as there was a bucket of raw meat she had assumed were of human origin. Blood was dripping from that bucket, and there were bloodstains all around the floor that looked as if they came from where she hung.
As if her heart wasn’t already beating at rapid paces, it beat harder than it had before. With each passing minute, she realized that this man was not just a preacher, but a murderer. She had already assumed she would die, but the reality of it had grown into much more than a fantasy, it was a realization. There was nothing she could do to get out of this. There were no tools that she had to escape. Nothing.
What made it even worse for her was that she was almost naked. She had nothing but a pair of bra and panties on. Zeke had made it so she had nothing at all she could use, but why? Her hands were already tied together. So much so that she was losing circulation. Susan couldn’t fathom why she even ended up this way.
As she slowly realized these things, she could hear footsteps from outside the garage door. As they got closer, her thoughts started to scramble. Her mind started to lose all control that it once had. The fear was getting worse than it had back in the house. Zeke’s delight in torture made her gag. The things that she thought he could do to him were, well, extremely terrible. This was not the man that she had gotten to know all those Sundays going to church and listening to him speak of God. No. He was not a man of God. She was certain that he was a man of Satan.
The garage door rumbled open and as she screamed, she saw the same man that was in front of her on the couch. Except, this time, there was something different about him, something more sinister. In his right hand, there was a butcher’s knife, and on his right hand a black glove of which was covered in blood from his past victims, those that he believed never followed Jesus Christ, and instead followed Satan himself.
Slowly, he made his way towards her. As he did, he lifted his left hand and slowly ran a finger down the blade. Unsettled, Susan tried to think of something, anything that she could do to escape, but yet again, to no avail. She was trapped; doomed to die a rather morbid death, to never see her family once again. But something strange happened. He stopped walking. Confused Susan began to speak.
“A-aren’t you Zeke? You’re the preacher of my church, right? The Westboro Baptist?”
Zeke said nothing. He laughed and cocked his head at her. However, she wasn’t wrong though, and he knew it.
“Me,” he questioned,”I am but a humble person.I am no preacher, but I am a deliverer. I know who you are, but I know not of what you speak. You are here because of something that has come to my attention. Susan Remington, you have committed an act so heinous that not only do you hide it from members of the church, you hide it from your family. But did you think that you could so easily pull the wool over my eyes? You see, I have people that know things. People that follow me and abide by my words. You, you are no one, Susan. Let me make that perfectly clear. You disobeyed the church and now you will pay.”
Sweat started to roll down her brows, and as they did, they fell to the bloodstained floor. Her eyes darted left to right. She tried to gulp for air but nothing was happening. She screamed and Zeke darted towards her and brandished the blade at her throat, caressing it with the knife. Susan inhaled and exhaled expediently as she continued to gasp for air.
“It will do you good to be silent, WOMAN! The Bible clearly states that in the church, a woman shall not speak, but yet, remain submissive. But, on the other hand I can see your situation is dire for look at where you are. You are in the presence of the holy! For your sin, you committed adultery and cheated on your husband. Yes. You cheated.”
She shook her head no, but Zeke’s firm grasp on her made it impossible to do so, so instead, she cried.
“P-please, don’t kill me. I-I’m sorry Zeke. I...I won’t do it again.”
“I know. Because your sin shall be cleansed, and you spend an eternity in Hell!”
With that, he slashed her head open, With a last attempt at a scream for help, Susan died in an instant. The slash was so clean that nothing but a stump remained on her shoulders. And Zeke laughed knowing what he had done was all in the name of God. And soon, very soon, the whole world, or rather the congregation would know him.
_____________
I’ve got the whole world in my hands. I’ve got the whole world in my hands. Everyone will soon know the name of Zeke and what I am capable of. There is a quiet darkness in all of us. Ya see, I am a man of a pietus nature. My daddy raised me up in the church. Every single Sunday
We would go to that dreadful place and I would be shoved off in the corner to go to Sunday school. There is where I would meet Jesus for the first time and finally understand why my daddy, the preacher, sent me off to that blasted place.
I learned quite a bit, the difference between Heaven and Hell, love and loathing. And what I took from that place was the desire to rid this nation of their sins, yes, that’s right. Rid them of their sins. It was as if my dear old dad knew that, because one day, as he picked me up, I asked him, “Daddy, how do I rid people of their sins?”
That’s when he grew worried. He never left his gaze off me for one second. I then understood. There was a darkness within me. A darkness that I knew had to be taken care of. But as the years went by, I slowly melted away into my own mind. Here, I began to concoct a plan to become the leader of the church that my dear old dad had once been a part of. Oh how I loathed, and loved that place at the same time. This is where it all began.
And now, it begins with you, DEATHMACHINE. Every beginning as an end, and sometimes a new beginning. You committed no sins that I can think of, minus one. You made a judgement. And that judgment was absolutely folly. You have no idea what you’re in store for, do you boy. Calling me a joke was the worst thing that you could ever do. You see, Matthew seven says this, “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. "Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?”
Normally, I would turn the other cheek like the good Christan boy that I am. However, in this particular situation, I find it a rather grave idea to do so. Your own miscalculated judgement shall be your own undoing. You shall ever lose favor with the Lord Jesus Christ as I do His bidding Monday night at Metal. Hellfire and brimstone shall rain down upon you like a plague of frogs when the Egyptian King would not let Moses’s people go free. The fans of APW will witness the greatest cleansing that the world has ever seen! And we will be the one who start it! You have been warned!
