The impact of the steel toed boot against his crotch delivered indescribable agony that made Skip double up into fetal position even before he hit the cement, his bruised and twisted body slumped up against the brick wall. The pain was so intense he couldn’t breathe and vomit shot out of his mouth and splattered the cement in front of his face. Tears streamed from both eyes downward across his face and dripped near the puke.
“Hey, did you hear me, scumbag?”
The steel boot slammed into his face at full speed, instantly breaking his nose. Blood instantaneously streamed out. Then he felt the weight of the man’s leg pressing against his bruised cheek. Skip strained his eyes to see the three men and two women standing over him, each wearing a long raincoat shrouding formal wear of some sort. The women scowled at him impassively, the men looked furious, as if trying to extract information out of him. They were.
They were trying to extract a confession, well they already got that, now they were demanding a confirmation that he would obey their demands.
The guy who kicked him nodded and the other two started lacing into him again, violently kicking him in the legs and knees, and even his ribs.
“I thought we were finished with this already,” the man shouted, “How much punishment are you going take?! It is a simple set of rules we tell you to keep, why must you be so difficult?!” He coordinated his words with each violent kick.
Skip groaned in pain and they just kicked him harder.
“Maybe he needs to cool off, let’s get him in the rain.” one of the women said. The guys grabbed Skip by his shirt and dragged him out from under cover of the elevated subway tracks above and into the rain- out into the lane where buses came. Skip lay in a pathetic heap, soaking up oiled water, sobbing like a miserable little bitch. His left ankle throbbed in pain, and so did his right arm and hand. They expertly sprained them.
“Now then, Skip Greenfield, I’m going to do this one more time,” the man said as grabbed Skip by his shirt and yanked him to his feet by the collar.
“Aye, it looks like he hasn’t even a clue at this point,” one of the women said.
“Then remind him.”
The woman stepped forward, produced a bible and slammed it into Skip’s chest.
“This retribution is correction for sins you committed, heathen,” the woman said with authority. “You solicited a vulnerable woman for physical contact so that you could press your body up against hers. You manipulated her using expressions of your selfish sin-sickly ‘needs and sorrows’ to get what you want. You sought to extract the suit for your needs from a woman. You seduced her. You touched her. You, the conniving scum you are, exploited the invisible loopholes of consent through manipulation of emotion to feed yourself and draw from her life.”
The other woman spoke.
“The unbelieving, fearful, whoremongering lying idolators will find their place in the burning lake of fire and brimstone. Revelations 21, section 8,”
Then the other spat more condemning words at him:
“There must never be any hint of sexual immorality, impurities or greed, they are improper. There shall not be obscenity or foolish talk. There is no place, the only place be for thanking God. Immoral, impure, greedy, selfish, lying idolators such as yourself have no place in the kingdom of God. Do not decieve others with empty words and do not take the empty words of others-“
“Of which you extracted empty lust from and caused them to be empty-“
“God’s wrath will be fallen on you, immoral cretin.”
The rain worsened, pelting all of them. The aggressors were shielded by their hooded cloaks; the freezing rain dripping all over Skip’s shivering body. They continued to berate him:
“Be very careful how you live,” one of the other guys spoke sharply in his ear, “Do not be foolish, understand what the Lord expects of you. Do not engage in the debauchery that you started. Tell me, how far were you planning to do to that woman?”
Skip sucked in painful breaths and grunted his reply:
“I…I- nothing more…just a hug…I was feeling-“
He grunted in agony as the man holding him up from behind rammed the steel plate on his knee into Skip’s back.
“Confess, you wretch! Don’t you dare lie to us again!” he roared in frustration, forcing Skip to his knees, and pressed on him to keep him down.
“O-okay, you win, I was probably gonna do everything and have sex with her and all that,” he lied in sobs, pleading for no further pain, “I was lonely- because I do not know God. I won’t do it again, I swear.”
“Dan straight you won’t,” the third guy barked, producing a knife and lowered the tip to his eyes, “Because if we find out you do, You will be stripped of your components that enable you to sin like this!”
“If your eyes cause you to sin, then gouge them out. It’s better to lose part of your body than to be thrown whole into hell. What a waste of God’s creation. Since you’re too much of a coward to do so yourself, we’ll start doing it for you!”
Skip was hauled to his feet again but still held by the shirt.
“Instead, be filled with the Spirit, and talk to others with psalms, hymns, songs and proper speak of the Lord,” the woman continued speaking in a less harsh tone. End this trail of sin, sing and call to the Lord, and always give thanks for everything.”
“Even your every breath.” the guy behind snarled, lighly pressing the sharp steel of his knife against Skip’s throat. He tried to push the knife away, then one of the women struck him in the solar plexis with a high voltage cattle prodder, paralyzing him.
“You have recieved enough due retribution for your crimes, friend. I hope we have done sufficient work in correcting you in your ways. Cease your engagements in sin and seek out the Lord and abide by his ways and the morals he sets out and we enforce. Never look at a woman with lust in your mind again. Never speak to a woman like that again, in fact don’t even speak to a woman ever again. God will send a righteous maiden to you and she will seek you out through his grace and his guardians on earth.” the guy snarled.
“In fact, you can’t even leave your home without sinning, can you? Stay at home. Go to work, do your errands and remain in your home and off the net, for it is a source of everything that is unholy,” the woman who jolted him commanded, staring him down. The first guy held his head back by the hair so that he faced up to her, and the tip of the prodder just inches from his face.
“Read the bible, and go to church, confess yourself. it is the only way. Obey these commands and obey the word of God. Because if we find you drowning in sin again, your punishment will be a thousand times worse, and we will see to it that you never touch the darkness of sin again. You can deliver yourself or we will deliver you. Do I make myself clear?” she said severely, pressing the tip of the prodder to his throat.
“…c…c-crystal clear, ma’am,” Skip croaked, desperately hoping they would believe him and fuck off.
“Heh,” the second guy chuckled, “You’re lucky we got you, because others would have tied you up and made you burn and descend into hell for your crimes. This weekend’s punishment is nothing compared to what I’ve seen others do to sinners and the rest of the lot. You’d be smart to take my word for it and clean up your act, pal.”
Skip nodded, and the man let him drop to his knees again. “It’s up to you now, so behave, because we’ll be seeing you real soon.” the first guy said before striking him across the face with the back of his plated hand. The blow was so powerful it threw Skip’s slumped body backwards. He hit the ground on his back and saw them walking away in an upside down view.
The lights from the station blinded him and the howl of the subway trains were blurred but deafening. Laying slumped in a heap, Skip just sobbed before the transit police scraped him up and took him away.
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Randomly came up with this. wtf did this guy even do anyway?