[b]"We got one alive over here!"[/b]

Pain reverberated from every bone, pierced every muscle and for a few brief moments, she wondered if the pain was even worth it. Her hands dug into the ground below to find it hot and dry; grains of sand that gave way under the clamouring of her digits. Her lips felt like parchment and faintly, she could hear the evil screeches of vultures circling. Oddly, her skin remembered the damp dew of the grass and her ears replayed the calls of morning birds lovingly crying out to one another. This was not her home.

[b]"It's alright, little one! God has deemed you worthy and gifted you to us! Hallelujah!"[/b] A southern drawl brought the young woman to her senses as she suddenly felt a cold, metal canteen touch her lips. Water flowed and she guzzled greedily before her eyes could finally open. 

A woman was hanging over her, kitted out in some sort of desert camouflage. She looked to be in her early fifties with a flurry of dirty blonde hair tied up into a neat bun. [I]Who was she?[/I] The young woman pondered, the water already jumpstarting her system. It took her a few moments but eventually her questions turned inwards. [I]Who am I?[/I] Her memories were like the far-off peak of a towering mountain; she could see them, feel them, all around her, but they were alien things that she couldn't translate.

[b]"What's your name, little one?"[/b] What was her name? A thought came to her, a quick one that both felt familiar and hostile.

[color=green]"Robyn."[/color]

The blonde chuckled warmly before patting Robyn's stomach lovingly. [b]"You close your eyes, Robyn. God has sent an angel to aid us in our task of rebuilding his glorious nation. You sleep now, girl, you'll be all better soon!"[/b] There was a sticky trust in her words, like jam jars used to catch wasps yet Robyn couldn't help but needily give in and in an instant, she was asleep.

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She remembered waking up momentarily in a car rambling along a dusty road. A coat covered the tatters of her clothes and comfortably rough hands held her against a warm shoulder. She registered his smile but everything faded again.

She remembered it was early morning when she woke but her sense of time slipped away as she swayed back and forth between consciousness. She was brought to a room with other women who cooed then set about cleaning her skin. When she woke for the final time, they were gone and she was dressed in nothing except for a rather innocent pair of lacy, white underwear. Her skin had been scrubbed to the point that it held an almost rubbery texture to it. Robyn was confused.

The woman returned with a meal which she devoured while allowing the Southern Belle to casually braid her hair. [b]"You and Sam seemed to get on quite lovely this morning! Reminded me of when I was a girl your age! You know, when I saw you lying out in that desert, I thought you were a goner but then I saw those lovely eyes of yours and I knew that God himself had sent us an angel, strong and pure who could complete his mission."[/b] After her little verse, the woman hummed a little song. Robyn had a sneaking suspicion that it was holy in nature.

Finally, after perfecting her art, the woman rose from the bed and gave her a genuine smile. [b]"Beautiful. I don't know how any warm-blooded man could resist you like this!"[/b] She got to her knees then and held Robyn's hands in her own. [b]"Usually I don't burden our newcomers with this so early but Sam is leaving in two days time for a supply collecting on. He ain't gon' be back for a few weeks an' we have to start our mission as soon as possible. You're doing God's work now, my little angel."[/b]

Robyn's face dawned with realisation, her jaw hinging and unhinging as if in silent desperation. The woman went to the door before calling for Sam and leaving her with a smile. Her eyes darted, her breath dancing with incredulity as she searched, desperate, for a weapon to defend herself. The door opened; too late.

Her eyes hid low, not willing to meet his as she heard light footsteps approach before the bed creaked with the addition of another person. After a minute of deafening silence, she raised her silvery eyes to find his. He was handsome, with intelligent blue eyes tracing her figure. A light stubble coated his chin, adding some age to him but he couldn't have been over twenty. Strong muscles rippled and she could immediately see he had a height advantage of about a foot and a half. Robyn cursed her smallness.

[color=dodgerblue]"It's Robyn, right? I'm Sam!"[/color] She was acutely aware of her lack of clothing. She nodded nonetheless. His hand settled on the inside of her thigh and she shifted only to find it following her.

[color=dodgerblue]"Not much of a talker, eh? Don't worry; we've never really had one like you around here but you'll fit in well enough!"[/color] His friendly tone didn't do well to hide the aggressive desire in his voice. His hand followed her thigh upward and narrowly avoided her panty-line before settling on her hip. He drew her close and her breath caught in her throat, replaced by a rising plume of fear.

[color=green]"No."[/color] Her voice was hard as she pushed his hand away, rising to her feet. He followed, the height and strength difference becoming painstakingly obvious as he backed her against the wall. [color=green]"I'm grateful for all of you saving me but I don't want any part of this!"[/color]

[color=dodgerblue]"But it's your duty."[/color] He interjected as she found her back against the cold of the wall. He advanced onward until they were pressed together. Her eyes rose to his, mixing with her frown to form a look of hatred. It was broke as he struck, his knee parting her legs and painfully riding up until it was pressed against her intimacy. A mumbled whimper escaped her lips as she tried to push him in vain. His head dipped down and hungry lips found the succulent skin of her neck. 

Words danced from those evil lips, interspersed by kisses and bites. [color=dodgerblue]"Ephesians five: twenty two to twenty... four. Wives, submit to your... husbands as to the Lord. For the husband... is the head of t- Oh shit! You little fucker!"[/color] As he tarnished her porcelain skin, her knee found an opening and took full of advantage of that. He toppled backwards, cursing and groaning in pain.

Robyn darted from one end of the room to the other, using her agility to dodge his grabbing hands as she found another corner. She had highlighted her danger and this time, he was taking no chances as he drew a mean-looking knife from the back of his belt. [color=dodgerblue]"Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything."[/color]

Almost as if time itself had slowed to remind her, Robyn recalled an image - she was a small girl, sitting in the lap of someone she held very dearly. She couldn't hear what it was they were both saying but she knew it was something dear to her; a promise. But those memories weren't hers and that promise was not her own. Inside, something toiled. An ancient and angry thing that lashed out at any who dare blight her. A name rung clear in her head but it didn't make sense so she ignored it as time returned to normality.

Sam was approaching her, knife in hand yet now, she felt different. Power rippled through her veins, intoxicating while she separated her legs, pulling her hands up into an open yet ready stance. Sam's only mistake was his mercy - he went for her with his hand first. She ducked, pulling it with her before slamming him into the wall with a strength that was in no way Robyn's. Her other hand found his and pounded it against the wall, freeing the knife from his grip.

They both went after the knife but she was quicker and smaller. Falling down to grab it, her fingers locked around the grip just as Sam threw himself down on her. A gurgled groan escaped his lips as his eyes went wide with surprise. Words attempted to form on his lips but Robyn didn't let them. She tore the knife from his stomach and stabbed and stabbed until she was coated in his blood and he was good and thoroughly dead.

They laid like that for a little bit, locked in a passionate embrace that reeked of death. Finally, she slid out from under him. The white of her underwear was dyed red with his blood.

Robyn felt a smidgen of guilt rise in her but this other being, the one that guided her hands, quickly dismissed the feeling. Guilt was only reserved for the innocent. Her head hurt again but she had to escape this place. Oddly, the other being seemed to long for something as well but it wasn't escape. Robyn heard the thrum of a bow in the distance which only served to confuse her. Whatever it wanted, Robyn had no time - she had to get out.