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The Pastor's 63rd Bride

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 717    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

with the townspeople, their faces a disturbing mix of piety and excitement. I saw my parents in the front row, th

corridor, to a private chamber I never knew existed. The room wa

caught in

rrounded by flames, another submerged in water, a third covered in what looked like insect bites. And in the center of it all, a new, freshly painted c

er of the room, the ropes rough against my ski

gesturing to the paintings. "The Ascension of t

e heavy door behind her, leaving me alone w

a cold weight in my chest. I stared at Maria' s painting, at the blissful, terribl

r opene

as hidden in shadow, but the other was handsome, charismatic. He carried a velvet-lined case. He placed it on a table beside th

ed at the empty space on the

is voice a deep, resonant ba

eye cold and devoid of emotio

ors chose their own path to glory. So, tell me, Gabr

e betrayal, the sheer, mind-numbing horror

s tearing from my throat. "You murderer.

d. He tilted his head, a fli

My child, you

is your cult!" I screamed, pulling against the ropes. "Th

, a strange, almost pi

. So full of faith. They begged for t

aggers, not to threaten m

said calmly, as if discussing the we

ced through the ropes binding my hand

, turning his back to me. "Th

ff the bed, my legs shaky. I didn't hesitate. I ran

open, and ran out into the corridor, not looking back.

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“The town of Havenwood smells of damp earth and blind faith, but I only came back for my sister Maria's funeral. She was Pastor Morris' s 63rd bride, and like the 62 before her, she died on her wedding night. Instead of grief, my parents were celebrating, beaming with pride as they informed me that Maria had "ascended" and that Pastor Morris had chosen me to be his next bride. My own family, then my best friend Wendy, and finally even my fiancé Matthew, betrayed me, selling me out to a man they believed was holy, a man who had murdered my sister. I was utterly alone, tied to an altar, staring at portraits of his previous victims, wondering why anyone would celebrate such horror. But when Pastor Morris offered me a choice of how I wished to "depart," something snapped, and my defiance brought an unexpected reprieve. Then I witnessed Wendy, my own best friend, ecstatic as venomous snakes bit her, realizing this wasn't murder, but a horrifying, willing ritual suicide. Driven by a desperate need to understand the madness, I confronted the supposed "master," who claimed to be my long-dead great-grandfather and that these sacrifices saved our town. But remembering my real great-grandfather's true teachings about grace, not blood, I saw through the imposter's lies. Realizing he was the blight twisting our town' s faith, I plunged the knife meant for me into him, shattering the collective delusion and freeing Havenwood from its long nightmare.”
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