Noticing a raised hand from the corner of my eye, I braced for the inevitable strike; they occurred frequently. But the blow did not come. Instead, the hand gently slipped off my obligatory white headdress, freed my blond locks, and ran its fingers through my long hair, caressing me. Then a rough thumb ran over my lips.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Rapunzel,” the deep voice resonated in a singsong melody as the hand repeatedly stroked my hair, my face, over and over and over. “Such beauty in one so young.” The deep voice was strained, sounding almost… painful?
Of course, I instantly recognized the voice of Brother Luke. He was one of the elders of The Order. One of Prophet David’s most trusted disciples. He led the commune in which we resided.
Lately, my father had started to work with Brother Luke, what seemed to me to be a great deal. My father was a writer, an artist, the most amazing of storytellers, and now my father was helping Prophet David write down his direct revelations from the Lord, for all of Prophet David’s people to read and follow. Together, my father and Prophet David were creating a book dedicated to The Order’s holy cause, our very own bible, one that contained the final, the undistorted, and the infallible word of God.
It was a true honor to record the Lord’s revealed and most holy words. My father had insisted that because this great honor had been bestowed upon him, all his sons and daughters must be a living example to the other families in the commune. We were to be the perfect followers of Prophet David. Therefore, we must never ever submit to impure or sinful ways.
I strived every day to be the daughter my father could be proud of.
Brother Luke’s fingers left my hair and, suddenly, he crouched before me. Those same fingers drifted slowly down my cheek and stopped under my chin. My eyes, for but a moment, drifted toward his eyes, which blazed with something I could not really decipher. I immediately cast my gaze downward. Brother Luke had beheld me as my brother, Peter, looked upon a chocolate treat.
“Raise your pretty blue eyes, my little Rapunzel.”
Brother Luke always called me his “little Rapunzel.” I had no idea who or what a Rapunzel was, but every time he said it, it did seem to excite him. His voice would lower in tone and his chest would always pant. Brother Luke made me feel very, very uneasy. My stomach always swirled when he was around, but I supposed it was because he was such a special man. It was the Lord identifying him to me as his apostle.
“Do as I say, my little Rapunzel. Lift that head so I can gaze upon your beautiful face, those sparkling eyes.”
I could not be sure if this might be a test, so I kept my head down, demonstrating my lowliness as a girl toward this elder of The Order.
Brother Luke leaned forward, and I could feel his hot breath swoosh up my hair. Holding my breath, I slowly raised my head. Brother Luke’s long beard tickled my cheek when he smiled. He smiled so big at me, so big that I could see all his teeth. Then he sighed.
“Ah, there she is. The young beauty with long golden hair.” His head tilted to the side. “Tell me, child, how old are you now?”
“S-six, sir. I am six.”
His brown eyes flared; his tongue peeked out and licked along his lips. “You are almost at the magical age, my child. The magical age where we all get to share in your beauty. The day the Lord will call you into his embrace, the warm embrace of his eternal love. That most glorious of days.”
My eyebrows arrowed down with question. “Magical day, sir? I do not know of this,” I whispered.
Brother Luke smiled at me; he planted his hands on the tops of my arms, his thumbs running up and down my chest. I did not like this feeling and I flinched with every stroke, squeezing my eyes shut in response.
Brother Luke placed his lips at my ear. “Yes, child. The day you fully give yourself to the Lord. Prophet David will reveal the exact day to us soon, through the revelation of the Lord, but it will not be long now… and I do hope I am the brother to introduce you into the celestial love of God. It is something I think of often… You are so very beautiful.”