She gets out of her car and walks up to him. He is tall,a bit too scrawny for her liking but she is sure it is him.
He is sitting in a small restaurant on Kira street ,like he had done everyday at noon for five years. He is now the youth pastor of a small local church. He liked it here,the people were nice, and so was the young woman who is now seated across his table.
"I know what you like pastor," she smiles at him. He is caught off guard. She is now openly flirting with him, she must know his secret. She suggests that they go somewhere private. His heart is now pounding as he blindly follows her to her car.
She drove quietly, occasionally touching his lap to keep him excited. They get to her house. It is quiet and surprisingly huge. Most of the girls he had been with were dirt poor. "She must be just a rich lonely woman looking for some fun," he is thinking to himself. She makes him take off his clothes. She steps into the bathroom. She is now back, standing over him as he lays on her bed. He looks petrified. She is holding a knife. Her hands move up and she plunges the knife in his chest. He knows he is dying. He is trying desperately to speak up. He is trying to pray. There is no worse death than the death of a sinful man who believes in hell.
She soaks up the look on his face. She now knew what that feeling was. It is not hate, it is not love, and certainly, it is not close to joy. It is just a flaming ball of pure fury. She could feel it cool down as she looked at her sister's picture on the wall. She is now where all the good christian girls go. She would not approve of what she just did,but she could not wait for God's vengeance. All the men who hurt little girls had to go.
TO BE CONTINUED...
