Survivor
The Story of Annie
From The Last Shaman Series
Chapter 1
A rust bucket van screeched to a halt and the side door opened quickly amid scared mummers from inside. Two men quickly threw something out of the cargo area and the van sped away. A thirteen year old girl lie naked and bleeding, trying to move but only able to curl in a fetal position. Blood flowed freely from her mouth, nose, and ears from the beating at the hands of Jim, a man she thought would help her.
Seeking freedom from drugs and a future of prostitution, Annie attended the Church of Community Worship. Jim was the self appointed pastor of this church. After a few months, Jim called Annie into his office in the pretense of having prayer with her. Annie accepted willingly because for the first time in her young life, she was clean from drugs. Her mind was clear and her natural beauty shined accenting her developed body. Annie kneeled at the small alter and Jim kneeled beside her. As they began, Jim would constantly stop her prayer and each time touch her cheek or her back. Annie began again and she heard the door open behind them. She didn’t open her eyes but continued in prayer. She felt strong arms grab her from behind and felt someone foundling her breast. She screamed with all her might but a dirty rag was stuffed in her mouth. She tried to stand but several hands held her down and explored her body, touching forbidden places at will.
She pleaded for them to stop and turned to Jim for help. Jim had a look of a wild animal crazed with lust, as he pinned her down and ripped off her clothing. His hands roamed feely over her body touching every line. His friends held her arms and legs as Jim shot her full of Heroin, taunting her, as she lay naked before them. “Does it feel good bitch, we know this is what you want”. The animals took turn violating her young body for several hours stopping only when they needed a break or to reload the video camera. In between the sexual assault the men beat her unmercifully until so much blood flowed they feared they might kill her. Every inch of Annie’s body was violated in the most disgusting, perverse way known to man. After six hours of this horrific abuse, they loaded her into a van, drove to an alley off 48th street and dumped her nude bleeding body on a pile of garbage.
As they drove out of sight, the power of God shone bright in the dark, stench filled alley of Pittsburg. The light intensified in the blackness and a slight breeze began to blow. The scurry of rats and feral cats stopped as the animals instinctively paid homage to the Holy Image standing before them. The Archangel Michael stepped out of the mist, his golden armor shone like the sun and a mighty sword rested securely on his back. He cradled the young girl in his arms and whispered, “fear not Annie, the Most High has seen your affliction and his wrath is turned to those responsible.’ ‘The blood of the Shaman flows in your veins and you are called to service of the Lord God.”
Annie moaned softly unable to speak through the heroin-induced stupor but in her semi-conscience state, she managed to whisper, “are you an Angel,’ ‘am I dead?” Michael wrapped Annie in an old blanket he found in the trash, a little smelly but it would keep her warm in the higher altitude. He picked her up with ease and scanned the surrounding area before extending his wings. Upward he flew until the ground disappeared underneath them. His flight took them out of Pittsburg toward the North Carolina Tennessee border to the top of Roan Mountain where the Cloudland Motel sat decades before. Although this land now belonged to the US Forestry Service, a huge mansion was built as an ultra secret getaway for the President of the United States. Nixon was the last one to use the mansion but a caretaker maintains it to this day. No one goes there or knows of its existence save a few high ranking Senators and the caretaker. Annie would be safe and constrained in this remote location. No one could harm her here and she would be isolated from drugs.
Michael landed in front of the large oak doors, folded his wings, and pushed the doors open still carrying Annie. He gently laid her bruised body on a couch close to the fireplace and glanced at the young girl. His anger grew hot inside him as he beheld the damage to the young girl’s body but his anger subsided as he softly uttered the words,“Vengeance is mine saith the Lord God.”
The caretaker was a Christian man and the Lord told him in a dream the mansion would be needed for several years. He was to come once a month to bring supplies and leave them in the stable area of the property. He was forbidden to enter the house of look upon the occupants. Michael was basically alone with Annie with no contact from the outside world at all.
Michael ran a warm bath and gently lowered Annie into the soothing water. He washed her body and shampooed her blood soaked hair. He touched her ear that was bleeding and prayed for God to heal the internal injury in her head and ever so gently wiped her swollen lips and nose. Annie winched in pain when he applied medication to the cut areas but she never regained consciousness. He dressed her in a warm cotton gown and carried her upstairs to one of the many bedrooms in the mansion. He covered her beneath the soft blankets and kissed her forehead before going to the adjoining room to rest. A long and difficult time lay ahead for both of them but the battle to come will require a warrior and he would make sure Annie was that Warrior.
The Story of Annie
From The Last Shaman Series
Chapter 1
A rust bucket van screeched to a halt and the side door opened quickly amid scared mummers from inside. Two men quickly threw something out of the cargo area and the van sped away. A thirteen year old girl lie naked and bleeding, trying to move but only able to curl in a fetal position. Blood flowed freely from her mouth, nose, and ears from the beating at the hands of Jim, a man she thought would help her.
Seeking freedom from drugs and a future of prostitution, Annie attended the Church of Community Worship. Jim was the self appointed pastor of this church. After a few months, Jim called Annie into his office in the pretense of having prayer with her. Annie accepted willingly because for the first time in her young life, she was clean from drugs. Her mind was clear and her natural beauty shined accenting her developed body. Annie kneeled at the small alter and Jim kneeled beside her. As they began, Jim would constantly stop her prayer and each time touch her cheek or her back. Annie began again and she heard the door open behind them. She didn’t open her eyes but continued in prayer. She felt strong arms grab her from behind and felt someone foundling her breast. She screamed with all her might but a dirty rag was stuffed in her mouth. She tried to stand but several hands held her down and explored her body, touching forbidden places at will.
She pleaded for them to stop and turned to Jim for help. Jim had a look of a wild animal crazed with lust, as he pinned her down and ripped off her clothing. His hands roamed feely over her body touching every line. His friends held her arms and legs as Jim shot her full of Heroin, taunting her, as she lay naked before them. “Does it feel good bitch, we know this is what you want”. The animals took turn violating her young body for several hours stopping only when they needed a break or to reload the video camera. In between the sexual assault the men beat her unmercifully until so much blood flowed they feared they might kill her. Every inch of Annie’s body was violated in the most disgusting, perverse way known to man. After six hours of this horrific abuse, they loaded her into a van, drove to an alley off 48th street and dumped her nude bleeding body on a pile of garbage.
As they drove out of sight, the power of God shone bright in the dark, stench filled alley of Pittsburg. The light intensified in the blackness and a slight breeze began to blow. The scurry of rats and feral cats stopped as the animals instinctively paid homage to the Holy Image standing before them. The Archangel Michael stepped out of the mist, his golden armor shone like the sun and a mighty sword rested securely on his back. He cradled the young girl in his arms and whispered, “fear not Annie, the Most High has seen your affliction and his wrath is turned to those responsible.’ ‘The blood of the Shaman flows in your veins and you are called to service of the Lord God.”
Annie moaned softly unable to speak through the heroin-induced stupor but in her semi-conscience state, she managed to whisper, “are you an Angel,’ ‘am I dead?” Michael wrapped Annie in an old blanket he found in the trash, a little smelly but it would keep her warm in the higher altitude. He picked her up with ease and scanned the surrounding area before extending his wings. Upward he flew until the ground disappeared underneath them. His flight took them out of Pittsburg toward the North Carolina Tennessee border to the top of Roan Mountain where the Cloudland Motel sat decades before. Although this land now belonged to the US Forestry Service, a huge mansion was built as an ultra secret getaway for the President of the United States. Nixon was the last one to use the mansion but a caretaker maintains it to this day. No one goes there or knows of its existence save a few high ranking Senators and the caretaker. Annie would be safe and constrained in this remote location. No one could harm her here and she would be isolated from drugs.
Michael landed in front of the large oak doors, folded his wings, and pushed the doors open still carrying Annie. He gently laid her bruised body on a couch close to the fireplace and glanced at the young girl. His anger grew hot inside him as he beheld the damage to the young girl’s body but his anger subsided as he softly uttered the words,“Vengeance is mine saith the Lord God.”
The caretaker was a Christian man and the Lord told him in a dream the mansion would be needed for several years. He was to come once a month to bring supplies and leave them in the stable area of the property. He was forbidden to enter the house of look upon the occupants. Michael was basically alone with Annie with no contact from the outside world at all.
Michael ran a warm bath and gently lowered Annie into the soothing water. He washed her body and shampooed her blood soaked hair. He touched her ear that was bleeding and prayed for God to heal the internal injury in her head and ever so gently wiped her swollen lips and nose. Annie winched in pain when he applied medication to the cut areas but she never regained consciousness. He dressed her in a warm cotton gown and carried her upstairs to one of the many bedrooms in the mansion. He covered her beneath the soft blankets and kissed her forehead before going to the adjoining room to rest. A long and difficult time lay ahead for both of them but the battle to come will require a warrior and he would make sure Annie was that Warrior.