“Let… Me... Go,” she whispered, her eyes aflame, sizing me up in a slightly new manner after my dramatic, frame-trembling door slam.
I had taken my bite of the apple and swallowed. The snake slithered away in the grass. There was no turning back. Slowly, I released her from my grasp.
“I must say… I never would’ve expected this kind of behavior for you, Pastor. I wonder if your flock knows the type of man you really are. Deep down, you’re not a minister, not at all. You’re nothing but a brute.”
“Perhaps I am. I’m sorry. Things have gotten a bit out of control here.”
“So, you’re going to keep me trapped in here like this? Are you going to kidnap me like those awful men tried to do to our Governor? Is that your plan?”
“No! Of course not! What happened to Governor Whitmer was terrible! No
