Copyright © 2008 R. E. Wood
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Whatever the rationale Rick used, he yielded to the reverend without a fight. It was almost as if he'd totally given in to this surreal dream and just allowed it to unfold as it would anyway, with or without his help. He might as well have been a spectator for all it mattered.
"Now, just close your eyes and breathe deep. Think happy thoughts, and when you open your eyes, I'll be there to greet you at the altar. Happy thoughts now. Let Jesus feel the love." Before he closed the door to the chamber and before Rick could utter so much as an acknowledgement to the simple instructions, the pastor said, "I will bring you forth out of the midst of it." He closed the door as the chamber began to vibrate and light emanated and disappeared from Rick's view.
Weightlessness claimed Rick, rendering his limbs too heavy to move. An odd feeling to be sure, but it held nothing to cause him disquiet until he opened his eyes. Four creatures the likes of which he could never have imagined stood around him. Each had four faces and four wings. He tried to lift his hands to rub his eyes, but he couldn't complete the connection to spark the nerve to lift his hands. The alien creatures sparkled like shiny brass statues polished to a high gloss. Hands came out from under their wings and worked his flesh in an odd massage, each of the four beings manipulating a quadrant of his body. It was only upon recognizing that his flesh was being rubbed and kneaded that he noticed his nakedness.
He tried to yell. Barely able to expel a nearly inaudible squeak from his mouth, each subsequent effort to protest came with lesser results. He couldn't struggle outside of his mind, and thoughts of an escape couldn't budge a muscle. He lay helpless.