I looked over, watching as he put a cap on the thing now filled with my blood, and set it on the tray. He put a white cotton ball on the small speck of blood on my inner arm and put a piece of tape over it.
“I’ll get this tested right away, and call you when the results come in.”
“Good. We’re done here?”
My eyes lifted to his old lips. “We’re done,” he answered. “You did well, Scarlett.”
I quickly wiped the tears from my cheeks. No more needles ever again.Ever.
I turned to Azrael. I wanted to leave. Could we leave now?
He gave me an almost imperceptible nod. “Let’s go.”
39
Scarlett
March 26th, 2023
“He doesn’t want anyone touching her,” I heard Pastor Masters say from where he stood in the center of the room. “Men or women. Not one.”
“Then how do we dress her?” Bastrom’s wife asked. I think her name was Celia, but I only ever knew her as Mrs. Bastrom. She had her own Favorite, a boy by the name of Kent. He turned 18 this year. I had seen his shoes a few times. Plain, nothing special, but I wasn’t sure if he was betrothed to her or not. Married people were allowed to have as many marriages to Favorites as they wanted, but many of the Leaders, at least at my church, didn’t have any besides their spouses.
“Azrael has picked out her clothes. She needs to put it on in private and walk herself out.”
Mrs. Bastrom huffed. “That is not our tradition. He is not married to her yet. He has no say in how this is handled.”
Pastor Masters was quiet a moment before I heard a paper crumple. “We need to respect his wishes. Scarlett,” he started, “you have a mirror. You are allowed to use it to dress yourself.”
My heart skipped a beat, my ears straining as I listened for the door to shut, their grumbling fading as they headed down the hall.
They were not happy.
But I was.
I hadn’t seen Azrael since he dropped me off after the doctor’s appointment last week, which was a little disappointing, but he had warned me he would be gone.
Wednesday, I woke up to one of the bottles of medication, empty with a note on it that said ‘you won’t be needing these anymore’.
Today, I had gotten dressed in the same dress I wore last week, my hair down, and Mrs. Bastrom picked me up to bring me here. She and Pastor Masters had delivered me right to a room in the Back Hall, one I had never been in.
My body was humming with electricity. No, I didn’t want to marry anyone, but those terrible feelings were clashing with the excitement of everything else. I never had to go back to that house. I would never be touched by anyone except for Azrael ever again. I never had to wear those leather corsets or let anyone else put their cocks into my mouth.
No more sucking.
No more cum on my tongue.
No more bright lights or cameras.
No more Thomas.
I immediately lifted my eyes and looked around the small room. The walls were red with gold lines running down them, the carpet and chairs matching, varying in their designs.
There was a mirror, narrow and my height, placed in one corner, and just beside it, there was a dress.
My eyes widened the moment I saw the dress. I rushed over, picking up one of the red lace ribbons that fell from the waist.
It wasbeautiful. All white except for a thick silk red ribbon around the waist that tied into a big red bow on the back. It had red lace ribbons falling down from that solid red ribbon at short intervals all the way around, they hung past the bottom of it, which fell to just shy of my knees, I was sure.
