Weeks, months have passed and Alfred still hadn't seen Amanda. He only saw her parents walking through the passage with their hands intwined, smiles on their faces.

      Nothing seemed to move him anymore. All he wanted was to escape. Alfred wanted to run away from his religious fanatic family more than anything in the world; but he'd be stuck in their traps forever.

        The attic door opened, and there appeared Alfred's father standing by the doorframe. He looked down at the floor, avoiding his son's gaze.

      "Go, go muck out the stalls." he shut the door, sighing as he walked down to the kitchen and into the basement; where he was to sink into a state of mind that destroyed him.

      Alfred rolled up his sleeves, getting up from the attic ground as he walked down to the barn; out in the open.

     The barn hasn't changed since he'd last been in it, but it seemed like the world has changed without him. Time seemed to quicken, yet everyone moved in a normal state---as if they knew time was passing too quickly.

     He greeted the horses with his hand, they were once his friends, and now he seemed like an utter stranger. Everyone knew about his act, everyone knew he masturbated. Everyone knew about him.

     And he couldn't do anything about it. He was stuck, stuck in a time zone where everyone focused on ritual; practice and work.

       "You need any help?" a feminine voice asked behind him.

     Alfred jumped, turning around to see Amanda stand before him. She had her hair loose, her green orbs twinkling more than usual. She wore a summer dress; sandals on the bottom of her feet.

     She looked beautiful, he knew. He knew she was only tempting him to have sex with her; tempting him to ravish her here, in the barn, with all the animals to see.

     "You're not supposed to be around me, you know that, don't you?" he took out the wheelbarrow, rake, and began to walk to the stack of fresh hay.

      "I do," she followed him. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to be leaving."

    He stopped, turned towards her as his eyes scanned her up and down. He then rolled his eyes, pushing the former object more.

     "This is just another one of your sick tricks for me to try and sleep with you," he bit his lip. "I warned you about being around me, I warned you the consequences about me. But you didn't listen, did you?"

    "Freddie, I--"

    "Call me Alfred," he spat. "and you know something else? You're nothing but a whore. You manipulate men and screw them around; with God watching and you don't care. Here's some news for you, Amanda: You're going to Hell, because that's where you belong."

     "You don't even know where I'm going when I die!" she pushed him against the wheelbarrow, unbuttoning his shirt. "You are going to have sex with me, and here is some news for you, Alfred: If we get caught, you'll be the one to rot in Hell." she unbuttoned his pants, "Because I'll make you look like you fucking forced yourself upon me." she began to blow him, her tongue teasingly licking the head of his cock.

      All the while she did this, Alfred began to grow fearful of this girl. And even when he thrusted into her, he kept on thinking about the consequences; what God would think; what the Amish community would think; he thought about death; he thought about what would happen if they got caught and if she had told the court he forced himself upon her even if it were a complete lie.

     "You're so dirty, Alfred," she smirked, bucking her hips as Alfred thrusted.

         If you're near that Devil girl, you'll bound to sin.

    And he did just that, every thrust he gave, every moan that escaped his lips, he was sinning.

     As he sinned, he repented, as he groaned, he hated himself even more.

     He was about to hit his climax, when the barn door bursted open to reveal Amanda's father.

   "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY DAUGHTER?!" he exclaimed, pushing him off of her. Just before he could strike, Alfred was arrested; his hands behind his back shirtless with just his pants on.

    When they escorted him out of the barn, everyone in the entire community stood before him; shouting insane threats to him as he faced the angered faces.

    From the corner of his eye, he spotted his mother, who looked like she had been crying. She approached her son, and with a kiss on the cheek, she pulled back.

    "You're going to court."

    With a shove to the wagon, there stood Alfred; alone with a fake crime he didn't commit.

     He was alone, and this time, no one would be able to save him.

Author's Note,

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