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.