TW!!!!!:mention of Rpe to a minor not detailed or romanticized in any way and cult brainwash.
Billie.
I followed the master’s wives into the back room in silence, the green dress they handed me feeling like a shroud. It was modest but deliberately symbolic. It was the color of something barren and unproductive, waiting to be “made fruitful” by a man.
I changed quickly. Anna placed a crown of white flowers on my head while Lena fastened brass jewelry around my neck. The metal felt like chains. Judy applied oils all over my body.
“It’s your lucky day, Sister Billie,” Anna said with a bright, practiced smile. “Brother Joe will be a wonderful light to your path.”
Lena adjusted the necklace. “A woman needs a man to guide her away from sin. Living as a widow is demonic without a husband
