Chapter 4 Stained on My Birthday

The Religious Police were already waiting for me.

Chloe and Leah stood at the end of the hallway like two porcelain dolls dressed in purity white, their smiles perfectly practiced.

Chloe’s was the dangerous one — soft, sweet, and completely fake. She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with curiosity that felt like knives. Leah stood slightly behind her, chin high, lips pressed thin like she was already praying for my soul.

I froze mid-step. My thighs were sticky. My legs felt weak. Eli’s cum was still slowly leaking out of me, trickling down my inner thigh under my sundress. Every movement reminded me of what we’d just done in God’s house — the way he stretched me, the way I moaned into his hand, the way I let him finish inside me on the very day I turned eighteen.

“Abby!” Chloe called sweetly, waving me over like we were best friends., or even friends to begin with. “We were looking everywhere for you. You disappeared right after the service ended.”

My heart hammered so hard I was scared they could hear it. I forced my legs to move, praying the cum wouldn’t drip down far enough for them to notice, clutching my small purse like a shield.

"Hey… I just needed some air. It was a lot today.” I said, trying to sound normal. My voice came out a little hoarse.

Leah’s eyes dropped to my legs for a split second before snapping back up. “You look… different. Flushed. Almost like you’ve been running.” Her voice was gentle but heavy with suspicion. “Is something wrong? You can tell us. We’re here to help carry burdens.”

Chloe smiled wider, stepping closer. “Especially on your special day. Eighteen is such a milestone. The spirit was really moving today, wasn’t it? The devil loves to attack at moments like this.”

I felt sick. These two weren’t just gossips — they were hunters. Chloe collected secrets like treasures. Leah believed every punishment was an act of love. Together, they were terrifying.

I wanted the ground to open and swallow me.

“I’m fine,” I lied, my voice barely steady. “Really.”

Leah stepped closer. “You know, we saw you come out of the storage room. With Brother Elijah.” Her voice dropped to a concerned whisper, the kind that felt like a knife. “Is everything alright? You both looked a little… intense.”

My stomach dropped. They saw us.

Before they could press further, Eli appeared from the side corridor, calm and composed like always.

“Ladies,” he greeted them smoothly. “Everything alright?”

Chloe’s smile never faltered. “We were just making sure Abby was okay. She came out of the storage room looking a little… overwhelmed.”

Eli’s hand brushed lightly against my lower back, hidden from their view. The touch sent electricity through me even as shame burned my cheeks.

“I was helping her find some supplies,” he said easily. “Nothing to worry about. Right, Abby?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes. I’m okay.”

Leah didn’t look convinced, but Chloe just nodded politely with her plastered fake smile. “Of course, Brother Elijah. We’ll see you at youth meeting, Abby. Don’t be late.”

They walked away, heads close together, whispering. I watched them until they turned the corner, my stomach in knots.

The second they were gone, my knees almost gave out.

Eli caught my elbow. “Breathe.”

“I can’t,” I whispered. “They saw us, Eli. They know something’s wrong. I can feel it.”

He pulled me into a different corner, behind a tall cabinet full of old choir robes. His body pressed against mine again, protective and possessive at the same time.

“They don’t know anything,” he murmured, lips close to my ear. “They’re fishing. But you…” His hand slid down, cupping my ass through the dress. “You’re still dripping my cum, aren’t you?”

I whimpered, nodding. The shame burned hotter than the pleasure now.

Eli kissed my temple. “Good girl. Keep it inside you. Let it remind you who you belong to now.”

“Eli… this is crazy. It’s my birthday. My mom’s been acting strange all day, telling me not to leave her sight. And now Chloe and Leah...”

He cut me off with a deep kiss, swallowing my panic. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark.

“I’ve waited months for today. I’m not letting church girls or anyone else ruin it.”

“You’ve been wanting this for months?” I hissed, voice shaking. “What does that even mean?”

He looked surprised by my tone, then his expression softened. “Abby…”

“No. Don’t ‘Abby’ me.” I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly feeling dirty. Disgusted. “We just… I just let you fuck me in the church. On my birthday. And you’ve been thinking about it for months? While preaching? While I was sitting there trying to be good?”

Guilt crashed over me like a wave. I felt cheap. Filthy. Like I had betrayed everything I believed in.

Eli stepped closer but didn’t touch me. “I didn’t plan to do it today. But when I saw you… I couldn’t hold back anymore.”

I laughed bitterly, tears stinging my eyes. “This is so wrong. I feel disgusting.”

“You’re not disgusting,” he said quietly. “You’re human.”

Before I could respond, my mother’s voice echoed down the hallway.

“Abigail!”

I jumped. Mom was walking toward us, her face tight with worry.

“Where have you been?” she asked, eyes flicking between me and Eli. “I told you to stay close today.”

“I… I was just in the bathroom, Mama. Then I ran into Brother Elijah and we talked for a minute.”

The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. Mom stared at me for a long second, then nodded slowly. “Okay. Come on. We’re sitting together for the rest of the service.”

She took my hand and held it a little too tightly as she led me back.

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During the final part of the service, right as Pastor Matt was about to pray over me for my birthday, the heavy wooden doors at the back of the chapel opened.

Several men in sharp black suits walked in. They weren’t from our church. They carried themselves with quiet power — expensive watches, serious faces, moving like they owned the room. The whole congregation turned to look. Whispers spread like wildfire.

Pastor Matt’s smile faltered for just a second. I saw tension in his shoulders.

One of the men nodded at him. Pastor Matt nodded back, but his face looked pale.

Mom’s grip on my hand became almost painful. She leaned close and whispered, “We’re leaving right after this. Don’t argue.”

“Why?” I whispered back. “Who are those men?”

“They’re… important guests. We don’t need to stay long.”

I tried to pull my hand away gently. “Mama, it’s my birthday. People want to greet me..."

“ABIGAIL.” Her voice dropped to a harsh whisper. “NOW.”

The way she said it, sharp and almost scared, made my chest tighten. Something was very wrong.

After the final prayer and the birthday blessing, I tried one more time. “Mama, can we at least stay for the refreshments? People brought cakes...”

Mom stood up abruptly, pulling me with her. “Abigail Grace. We are leaving. Right now.”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but the tone was final. I had never heard her like this.

As we hurried toward the exit, I glanced back once.

Eli was watching me, his expression unreadable.

And at the back of the church, Chloe and Leah stood side by side, smiling sweetly while their eyes followed me all the way out the door.