The Pledge of Secure Perlustration
Born onto plenty and divinity, there is a promise of aegis and altruism. We are overwhelmed with this as children and grow to expect this constant affirmation. However, what they fail to tell you in the serfdom 101 classes and courses, is that you are a slave. You are not divine. You are not protected. You are not promised prosperity. You are cast aside like refuge and expected to eat dung meal. And if your family had enough dowries and property to send you to University, then you are the chosen few, if you are successfully brainwashed to be groomed as a possible 1 percent of society. You may not make it to that plateau, but this insures that no one that has not been brain honed can make it into this rapacious, self serving circle of greed. You have to be “just like them”, and out of fear of not being accepted and possibly loosing your wealth, you will become, “just like them”. Reality crashes through this illusion of covenant security. When this happens, you will really know that you are truly alone in this world and must be reliant only on one’s self to be truly free.
Soft Angel Waiting in the Wings of Vengeance
A young woman, radiant of beauty and purity, comes home one day to her modest suburban home. None of her brothers and sisters are home yet. Her mother is out running errands. Within walking distance, she left school a hour early because she skipped a study class which was the last class of her Tuesday curriculum. She was 13, going on 14 and she was developing into an alluring young woman. She went straight to her room where she closed her door, undressed down to her under garments, then laid on her bed to continue reading her half finished romance novel. A few minutes later, she heard some stumbling noises. Not thinking anything about it, she continued reading. A few moments later she then heard noises outside her door. She got up off her bed and placed her novel faced down opened so not to loose her page. She grabbed her thin, short house coat, put in on and walked slowly towards the door. Almost right in front of the door, she reached cautiously for the door knob. Just before she could grab the door knob to open, the door flung swiftly ajar, hitting the left side of her head hard, catapulting her to the floor. Being dazed, she saw a blurry image. She reached and felt her forehead. Pulling her hand back, she seen she was bleeding. Her vision cleared up enough to see her father standing over her, dressed in his oily coveralls, holding a almost empty 40 ounce bottle of Jack in his left hand. Unexpectedly, she seen him draw back his right hand, already formed into a fist. He brutally smashed her jaw with one hard hit from his large fist. She felt the sharp pain to her face and became unconscious. Later that night, she abruptly awoke and seen she was in her bed covered. For a brief moment, she thought it was a bad dream. She tried to move and found that she was very stiff. The more she moved, the more pain and stiffness she felt. She managed to reach up and turn on her nightstand light. She pushed her blanket off and saw she was nude, lying in a small puddle of dried blood near her vaginal area. She noticed she had smudges of grease and oil about her breasts and thighs. She slowly but painfully stood up and walked towards her vanity mirror. Her left side of her face and eye was swollen, black and blue. She started to whimper and cry from the mess of her face and felt sharp pains ignite from her broken jaw. Then she heard a knock on her door. “Are you ok? Can I come in?” asked mother through the door. Not being able to talk, she whimpered and cried louder. Her mother opened the door and saw her daughter standing there nude, holding the left side of her face, looking into the mirror crying. Her mother swiftly grabbed a blanket and covered her bruised and grease smudged body. Looking at her daughter’s pelvic area, she saw large bruises on her thighs. Covering her and holding her firmly, she caught a glimpse of an empty bottle of Jack lying on the floor next to the bed. She guided her out of the bedroom and towards the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, she drew a hot bath for her daughter and helped her in the tub, giving her a sponge. She left the washroom closing the door, then headed to her daughter’s room, pulling the soiled linen off the bed, and picking up her daughter’s torn garments along with the empty bottle of Jack. She put everything into a garbage bag, went to the garage, and threw it into the trunk of her car. The mother then went back to her daughter in the bathtub and helped clean herself thoroughly, got her out of the tub, dried her off and dressed her in some clean clothes. She guided her daughter to her car in the garage, and drove her to the hospital. After a complete examination, they managed to reset her daughter’s jaw and bandaged her head to keep her jaw still. They wanted to keep her daughter for observation for the night. The doctor was in the hall talking to her mother. “Did you give her a bath before you brought her here?” asked the emergency doctor. “Why do you ask?” asked the mother. “Because, from the bruising apparent from her thighs and vaginal area, the only explanation would be she was forcefully raped and sodomized. We found bleeding ruptures in her vaginal walls and rectum. We can assist the police and do a rape kit exam, but I am afraid they will not find anything due to her being thoroughly bathed and cleaned. Do you have any idea where it may of happened?” continued the doctor. Her mother delayed in her response. “I, I am not, not really sure. I think it may of happened on the way home from school. She likes to take short cuts through the wooded area. She never said anything and was in her room all evening. I got concerned when I heard her crying. So I brought her here once I seen her face.” said her mother in attempt to cover up the truth known to her. The doctor looked at the mother waiting for more explanation. “Well, we will keep her overnight for observation. She has a slight concussion. We want to make sure she does not slip in to a full concussion or coma. We think she will be ok, but want to do some tests to be sure.” said the doctor as he wrote on his clip board and walked away to continue to do his rounds. “You can stay in her room tonight if you like.” said the attending nurse walking towards her. “No, I will come back early morning and check on her. Please call me if anything changes.” said the mother as she started to walk towards the exit. “Yes ma’am.” said the nurse watching her walk away. Driving down the city streets, the mother seen a large green dumpster. She stopped the car, got out and popped the trunk. She grabbed the garbage bag full of the soiled linen and empty Jack bottle then tossed it into the half filled dumpster.
Her mother never trusted her daughter again. She accused her of seducing the father. After about 4 months of accusations from her mother and major fights between her mother and father, the daughter packed up one day after pretending to go to school, waiting and making sure everyone left the house. She then left and walked to the local coach bus station and bought a ticket that would take her as far as she could afford, never to come back again.
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