When she was a teenager, she had a boyfriend. But not your normal boyfriend...and this guy was the son of a freak....a deacon of a baptist church by day, and a fucking satanist by night.
One evening, her boyfriend invited her to a function at the church. It was really late in the evening after midnight, but she didn't care, she wanted out of the house...
He picked her up and handed her a drink...she drank it, as they drove....by the time they got to the church and inside, she started feeling woozy, her drink had been spiked.
The rest of the night is a dream.....
She was stripped naked and a red hooded cape was placed on her, and she entered a room, walked down an aisle and was laid on a table (a table that was used for the Lords Supper on sundays)...
Thru the drug haze, she could discern others in the room, all hooded, maybe a dozen or more....but she was so tired and just wanted to close her eyes and sleep....
she could hear chanting, soft chanting, she heard a door open and then close...the chanting continued, louder than before...her eyes were so heavy..the door opened again and closed..she heard a baby squeal...a baby??
The chanting was getting louder and louder, but to her, it sounded so far away.....
The boyfriends dad stepped forward, the deacon, he loomed above her...she closed her eyes as he was handed a blanket that seemed to be moving on its own....weird...she heard a far off "scream" then felt warm liquid dripping onto her belly, and her legs, her chest, her vagina....she slipped away to unconsciousness....
The following nights, days, years, decades, she dreamed about that night....was it a dream? Was that a baby, and infant, that had been killed and its blood dripped on her??? she remembered the "scream", the "squirming in the blanket", the small size of the blanket.....then the memory was gone....
The ritual was a fertility ritual....
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For years, she was very uncomfortable around infants, babies...even though she birthed two, the infancy was not fun....she suffered with post partum depression, she suffered from fear of handling an infant...she would cringe inside when a baby whimpered, and she didn't know why??? when she heard a rabbit squeal or a pig or anything else with a high pitched squeal, her skin would begin to crawl and she would feel panicky...why?
Finally, years and years later, her memories have stepped forward...and she shared this horrible memory of a baby being sacrificed on her belly....."did this really happen?" she could not be sure, or was it a figment of her imagination?
The person she told, did some research, and they found that in countries around the world, in america even, sacrifices in the name of god were common...except they used piglets...baby pigs....
Her world came crashing down...flooded relief that it was a pig and not a baby, yet supreme anger and rage that a pig was butchered, that she was led to believe it was a baby....she raged that because of that experience she could not love her own babies the way a mother should...she was lied too, she was used. She was again manipulated with drugs...what a fucking pussy........
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That baptist church is still standing today, still in use...still a fucking mockery of a religion....but the boyfriend is now sitting in prison, for the rest of his life for child sexual abuse, ritualistic abuse and failure for not registering as a sex offender....He is a fuck wad and now somebody's bitch in prison....
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