A Perfect SEAL

I lean forward slightly in the chair. I can still smell the white soap.

“Tell me everything, Angel.”

She takes another deep breath, then another. I hear her sniffle, as though she has started to cry.

“When Gina… Obedience, I mean… When she had her ceremony with you I — oh, I can't!”

“Angel!” I bark at her. I'm beginning to lose patience with this, which is starting to sound like a rather childish game to get my attention. “What does this have to do with Gina? Obedience, I mean?”

She sniffles several times. “I… saw you,” she whispers.

I can't believe what I'm hearing. What is this?

“Angel, what are you saying? You saw what?”

Her shoulders shudder. “I — I snuck out of our house and went to the far side of the barn… There's a gap in the barn boards there and I… I didn't mean to, Father Daddy! I promise I didn't mean to see!”

My hands grip the armrests of my simple chair. “You didn't mean to see what? Angel, tell me everything!”

“You… and Brother Owen. You were there, with her. The aunties were there, and took off your clothes. And you were… with her. I mean, first Brother Owen was… I don't know. Something. Something with her mouth. And then you…”

Her voice trails off but I wave my hand in the air. “That's quite enough,” I tell her sharply.

“I didn't mean to do it!”

My jaw clenches. I can’t stand people who won’t take responsibility for their actions.

“I think we both know that's not true, Angel. And I don't think blaming a demon for your actions is anything but cowardly.”

Her shoulders shake violently as she mumbles something else under her breath.

“What did you say?”

My irritation is building. I should try to be more understanding, but I dislike when people evade and avoid the purifying therapy of the rituals. It’s good for them. Why can’t they see it?

“I said, that wasn't the… um, that's not the demon,” she whimpers pitifully.

My eyes search the ceiling. I really should not be in here with her. Especially not if she witnessed the deflowering ceremony. This is not the way things are supposed to go. I should be away from her. What did I even want to come here in the first place?

“Please go on, Angel,” I advise her. “Please just unburden yourself.”

After a few moments, she seems to calm herself.

“The demon didn’t make me watch you. And I was punished for that already. My mother found me. She whipped me and made me stay in the house for several days. But I… couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn’t stop imagining the ceremony, and your…”

Her voice trails off again. I'm leaning forward, a little too eager to hear what she has to say. What did she think of that? She sounds frightened, certainly, but there's something else. Curiosity? Excitement?

“I began to wonder if I could be as… with you, I mean. Like Obedience was. You know, when you…”

“All right, that's enough,” I snap. What is it she's asking me to do here?

“And so, I know that I shouldn't have, but I touched myself, you know, there? Just to see. Just to try to see, I promise!”

“Try to see what?”

She holds her hands up in the air, her fingers softly curling against the dim light.

“Well you were just so big, you know? And I was wondering if I would be able to have something so big… you know… against my flower?”