Claire’s eyes are wide and locked solely on her father as she races across the room toward him. “Oh! What has he done to you?”

As she approaches his side, you keep your left hand compressed against the wound in your arm and refrain from making any noise whatsoever. Claire removes the towel from her head and eagerly begins wiping your remaining blood from the Reverend’s face. The entire time she does, he glances back at you with a slight, hungry curl in his lips.

“Okay, thank you, sweetie.”

The Reverend nods and smiles, bringing her to a stop. She smiles back and drops her heels, clutching the towel now streaked with thin, pinkish stains.

“It seems your fiancè here woke up in a bit of a shock this morning.”

The Reverend guides Claire’s attention toward you. The moment she does, her eyes drop toward your waist and then immediately look away. You groan at her reaction and shift your left thigh just a bit higher in your best effort to conceal your nudity.

“Oh my, what—” Claire stammers as she physically blocks herself with her hands from taking another look at you. “What are you doing without your clothes on?!”

You look up at the Reverend and let your eyes narrow.

“Now, now, sweetie.” He responds to your glare by lifting a hand and placing it on Claire’s bare shoulder.

“I think everything is going to be alright. Please, if you would, bandage your fiance’s arm and let’s make him presentable.”

“Bandage?” Claire asks, slowly lowering her hands and looking up at her father and then over at you, obviously seeing the blood dripping from your arm for the first time.

“Oh! Did he—”

“It’s okay,” the Reverend begins. “Like I said, this morning has been quite eventful for the young man but I firmly believe the worst of it is behind us.”

“Did he attack you? Gail said he—”

Claire’s eyes remain fixated on your bleeding arm. You note that, as in so much of your previous time together, she has yet to look you in the eyes. While it was strange at first, you’ve grown to understand why. She’s almost as much a prisoner in this house as you are. The only difference is that she was born into and you—

You pull in a short breath and hold it as you stare back at the Reverend.

—you are trapped here.

“Oh no, not at all.” The Reverend replies with the same wholesome smile he puts on for his congregation. When I arrived, he was overwhelmed and speaking in tongues. He wasn’t himself, but luckily, I was here to help guide him through a moment of deep repentance and I think he’ll do right by the Lord from now on.”

He stops and they both look you straight in the eyes.

“Isn’t that right?”

Pull The Dice!

This feels like a 9...

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If you pull a 9 or higher,

Continue here.

If the total of your dice is less than or equal to 9,

Continue here.

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