Ashley knew she should call the Faithful, but 'a Lady does not refuse Aid'. She shook herself, feeling her bosoms slide within their damp prison, and her rosebuds press painfully against the cloth. The Beast was stirring between her legs and she could smell her shame.
"I, I need to get home. Quickly." She said. The boy looked too young to have a car, if he couldn't aid her then she could dismiss him and call to be picked up. "Do you have your license? Could you drive me there please?" She was confident he'd offer something she could politely refuse.
"Nah, I've got something better. I wish we were outside your home."
Ashley stared in shock at the boy as he smiled and casually glanced around. They were within the walls of the Faithful's Refuge. He'd brought her there, without prayer or action, just- just by wishing! Ashley backed away, no longer confused why the Beast stirred so strongly within her. Whether he understood or not the boy must have sold himself to the Beast, and wished It on her as well! She turned and ran from the accursed boy, into her home, to the phone on the wall which connected all buildings withing the Refuge.
"Hello, this is Ashley Miller, there is an Agent of the Beast within the Refuge, he has worked foul magics upon me and I cannot resist him..." She babbled into the phone, the words unreeling from her mouth as if they were written on a ribbon. 'I'm tainted.' She thought, letting the receiver drop from her fingers. She heard the tinny voice echoing from the phone. Even if she was purified she'd never be selected for any position of authority, the boy had blocked her from the path the Lord had laid out for her, training in the Word of the Lord, leading the Faithful, she'd never again be allowed into the Sanctum, instead she would be made to stand without, serving vigil to protect the ones inside,the first line against the Beast, the most worthless.
She stumbled upstairs, she needed to bathe, to wash the touch of the Beast from her. Hunched, she cradled her bosoms. Had they been the cause of her downfall? Had they drawn the Beast's Agent to her? She recalled the sudden assault of sensations, just before he'd arrived. She wept bitter tears, begging the Lord's forgiveness for her actions, for struggling against her mother and flaunting the gifts the Lord had given her.
The cold spray of the shower felt like needles of ice being driven into her flesh. She placed her bosoms full beneath it, welcoming the pain as her due. She could hear the Faithful men singing the rites of protection from the Beast. They would drive the Agent from their Refuge, finds the gap that had given him entrance and make it whole again. She knelt and prayed beneath the cold waters.
Reverend Thomas cast the last handful of salt onto the ground. In time there would need to be a permanent ward, something in Iron and brick and ash and blood, but for now the Faithful had seen him cast the Ward.
"Joseph, leave men at each window and door of that building and lead the rest through the Refuge. It may be that our coming scared the Beast's Agent away, but we must make certain it does not remain. Be vigilant and know that the Lord's love will guide you. Use your senses as you've been taught and sound your horn if you find any trace of the Beast."
Thomas watched as deacon Joseph set about the task he'd given him. He'd not believed the call was true until he'd passed over the spot in the grass where he could feel the hole torn in the world. The young tended to be excitable, seeing the Beast around every corner, and feeling his breath upon their loins. That the Miller girl had attracted an Agent's attention was unfortunate, but her fall from grace could be turned to an advantage. The girl stirred the Beast in most men, but tainted she was a testament to the trap of beauty and the weakness of the flesh. A shame for Sarah Miller, that her eldest daughter would never rise within the church.
For a split second the Reverend considered taking the girl within his household. There was no question of her returning among the faithless, and the thought of Sarah Miller's beautiful daughter scrubbing his floors and tending his garden would-- Thomas stilled his thoughts, letting the temptation drain from him. Whatever was to be done with the girl she would not be used by the Beast to tempt him. He sighed as he walked to the Miller home, best to examine her quickly. If the Beast's Taint could not be removed, perhaps it would be best to send her from the Faithful all together.