Chapter Thirty Four (Amaya)

**TRIGGER WARNING!!! Sexual Violence**

I heard footsteps heading towards our cell. I stood and moved to the bars expecting to see Lazarus, only the pastor's face came into view. Behind him stood his two goons. When I saw him, I backed away. He had a creepy smile on his face as he looked at me, sending chills down my spine.

“What do you want?” I spat at him as he moved to the cell door.

“I want to speak to you alone.” He replied simply as he took the keys and unlocked the door.

“I don’t fucken think so.” I spat as a feeling of ill intent washed over me.

"You are my prisoner and have no choice," he smirked as the two goons moved to enter the cell, coming towards me. Abigail jumped in between us to protect me.

“Move, witch!” the pastor yelled as one goon shoved her and she fell, hitting her head on the floor, knocking her out. Cornered, I tried to fight them off, I slapped the one man, causing his lip to bleed as the other went to grab me. I ducked under his arms and moved away from him as the other guy lunged at me and tackled me to the ground. Hitting my head hard on the brick, my vision blurred as they hauled me up and dragged me out of the cell and into a small room at the end of the hall. The goons tied my arms and legs to a chair before leaving me alone with the pastor.

I shook my head, forcing my vision to clear as the pastor sat down across from me.

“What do you want?” I snarled.

“I want to give you the option to avoid execution.” He smiled, looking me up and down.

“And how would I do that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

“You can tell me where the other witches are.”

“I don’t know any other witches.”

"I'm afraid I don't believe you." he frowned.

"You wouldn't believe the truth if it hit you in the face." I paused annoyed, "I don't know any witches."

“Hmm, we can come to another arrangement.” He pondered as he stood and moved towards me.

“And what arrangement would that be?” I asked as he reached and touched a lock of my hair.

“Touch me again and you will pay.” I bit out as my chest tightened in panic.

“And what will you do about it?” he smirked as he sniffed my hair.

“Untie me and find out.” I stated with more courage than I had.

“I’ve never been with a witch before and you really are beautiful.” He murmured as his thumb brushed my cheek.

I struggled as he reached under my shirt and bra and cupped my breast, playing with my nipple.

"Get your fuckin' hands off me!" I yelled, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall as he kissed my neck and his hand moved lower, he managed to undo my jeans and slipped his hand into my panties. He looked at me, a smirk on his face as he touched my sex. Anger surged through me and I head butted him. His nose gushed blood instantly as he removed his hand and covered his nose. 

He looked at the blood on his hands and looked at me with rage filled eyes. "You stupid bitch!" he yelled as he slapped me hard across the face, my jaw jerking awkwardly to the side. "You broke my nose."

"You should not touch someone without consent." I spit at him as he hit me again. 

"I can touch you however I want you are MY prisoner!!!" he roared as he moved towards me, grabbing my hair and forcefully kissing me. Stupid man, I thought as I bit his lip as hard as I could and he screamed as the taste of pennies entered my mouth. I released him and he backed up, wiping the blood off his lip before he went for my neck. I gasped for air as his hands tightened around me.

"I will kill you for that!" he roared as black dots blurred my vision.

The door swung open and Lazarus rushed in, “What’s goin…” he stopped and looked at me, seeing the pastor choking me, anger crossed his features as he ripped the Pastor off of me.

I gasped as I sucked in air, my throat burning with every inhale, tears streaming done my face as my vision slowly returned.

“The little bitch bit me!” Pastor Gideon roared at him as he picked himself up off the floor.

“He’s a fucken perv.” I choked out, wanting to leave. I pulled at my restraints, trying to free myself, not wanting to be left alone with this man again.

Lazarus undid my restraints as the Pastor yelled at him, "I am not done with her.”

As soon as I was free, I buttoned my jeans and adjusted my bra.

“Yes you are,” he bit out in a snarl, as he turned to face him. “You are the pastor in Salem. People look up to and respect you. How do you think they would feel to learn that you are forcing yourself on the prisoners? There's a special place in hell for men like you!”

“No one would know, she is going to be dead tomorrow.”

Lazarus hesitated for a moment, “She is still a human being and does not deserve to be treated this way.”

“Witches are harlots and don’t deserve respect. You could have a turn after.” He offered with a smile, looking at me. I felt sick.

“I am not a rapist!" He roared, "They are people too and just because they are prisoners does not mean they should be treated this way.”

Lazarus grabbed my upper arm and led me from the room. I was shocked at how angry he had become; he was shaking with rage. 

“I’m guessing you're not going to let me escape, huh?” I questioned, hoping he would let me go.

"I would if I could, I’m compelled otherwise." He shared as he turned to look at me. 

“Did he hurt you?”

I shook my head, “No, at least not as badly as he could have.” I frowned, realizing the situation I had just been in. “Thank you for helping me.” 

Tears sliding down my cheeks, he cupped my face, wiping the tears away with his thumbs, “The only one I want touching you is me.” He whispered as he leaned down and kissed me quickly, pulling away.

I smiled, "I'm just grateful you walked in or I would be dead right now."

He pulled me into a hug, "I will do everything I can to keep that from happening. I promise." he vowed as he released me.

He took me back to the cell. The guard opened the door and Lazarus nodded at me; I entered the cell, and the door clanged shut behind me.

“I will be back soon.” Lazarus shared as he went back to the room I was just in.

I looked around for Abigail. She was unconscious on the floor. How hard had that man pushed her?

I kneeled beside her. “Abigail?” I whispered as I shook her shoulder, trying to wake her up. Looking for injuries, I rolled her onto her back and looked at her head, there was a bump and a cut on her forehead. Not having any bandages, I ripped a piece off the dress she had given me and wiped the blood away, before ripping another piece off and holding it to her forehead. Abigail groaned.

“Are you okay?” I asked as her eyes opened and she slowly sat up, clutching her forehead and the makeshift bandage..

“Yeah. I think so.” She replied.

“Are you?”

“Yeah, thanks to Lazarus. That pastor is a creep.”

“What did he want?”

“He wanted the names of other witches and when I told him I knew none, he wanted something else.” I replied shakily.

“That man dared touch my daughter?” Abigail snapped, infuriated. “When I get out of here, he is dead.” She declared as she inspected the marks on my neck and wrists.

“Don’t worry about it.” I smiled as she looked at me, confused.

“He wanted me to name other witches, and I will in front of everyone. I would like to see his face when he is accused.”

“And it wouldn’t be false since he is working with a demon.” Abigail smiled. “My beautiful, clever girl.” she smiled as she pulled me into a hug.

“When they go to execute us tomorrow, I will share his name.”

“Tomorrow already, huh?” Abigail asked, looking a little worried.

“Can’t say I am thrilled about my upcoming execution, but at least we will be taking that bastard with us.”