Father Weston disappears behind the glowing antique wooden door, sealing Audrey's fate. But fate can be manipulated—changed. Isn't that one of the words Father uses in his eloquent sermons? Be malleable to the word of God. What a load of horseshit. It's more like “be open to my commands.” In this case, it's him tapping whatever young girl he wants to sample. What is it about this girl that gives me pause? Makes me want to progress my plan? I've fucked a hundred chicks if I've fucked one. Why her? Why now? I clench my fists. Unclench. I feel my jaw slide back and forth with indecision. I can be complacent. I have the ability. God knows, that's my modus operandi. Apathy has been the key to my survival when I was in The Community. I blend right in outside. In fact, I'd say I'm a natural fit within the decadence that The Community believes is beyond its borders.
