THE WAY OF CAIN
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“Come on girl! Undress! Let’s see what you look like!”
Anna stood there rigid at first, as if she hadn’t heard the command, then she reached with trembling fingers the next button slot near the top of her dress. She unhooked it and than the next one, letting the partially open dress expose most of one breast. Here she stopped and staring at the commander, said forcefully, “I need a drink!”
The commander, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed and untying his boots, stopped his chore and looking up at Anna, responded, “Sure, why not, we’ll make it a party. Todd do the honors.”
Todd strolled to the table with the waiting cognac and poured one of the glasses full and turning, he handed the liquid to Anna. She held it for a second, just staring at the glass. She had never tasted alcohol before and she hesitated, not knowing what to expect. Anything would be better than what was about to happen to her, she thought, and than raised the glass to her lips. The liquid felt hot going down and she almost gagged. The men chuckled as she quickly lowered the glass and coughed to clear her throat so she could breathe again. Then she raised the glass again and drained the remaining liquid. Her eyes watered slightly as she handed Todd the empty glass.
“Good! Now let’s get on with it!” Todd spat out the words.
Anna just stood there, not really believing God was going to let this happen to her.
Impatient by her lack of action, Todd reached and grasped the top of her dress and with a sharp yank, ripped the whole front of her dress away, exposing her body. There was a quick intake of breathe from the young officer as the men viewed her rounded young breasts as they seemed to dance and sway in response to Anna’s heavy breathing. Heavy breathing brought on by Todd’s unexpected action. The commander’s eyes trailed the length of her young body, savoring ever aspect of her rounded hips and flat stomach.
Anna stood tall and straight, letting the men look, knowing it wouldn’t do any good to try and cover herself.
Outside, the storm seem to intensify, as if it too was angered by the barbarism about to be achieved. The lightening snapped and exploded all around the little cabin holding Anna and her evil adductors. The wind and rain lashed the building protesting the injustice of the perpetrators the cabin protected. The heavy claps of thunder cast deadening rolls of sound on top of each flash of lightening, whipping the storm to further strength.
Inside, the lone kerosene lamp cast the only light on the evil proceedings, and was quickly extinguished by stray drafts of wind scurrying through hidden cracks in the building. The rapid flashes of lightening tossed an eerie glow around the inhabitants of the small building; but even now, Anna could see the commander almost undressed and Todd in an end stage of disrobing.
They weren’t going to let a little storm stop their pleasure. Having already resigned herself to her faith and putting her trust in God to handle the outcome, she shrugged her shoulders and the remaining shreds of her dress fell to the floor. Not knowing anything else to do, she stepped over and sat on the edge of the bed; and than lay backward, waiting, knowing that any minute, one or both men would be there with her and the ordeal would start.
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About the Book
Anna a “mill” village girl of northern Georgia hears the call of the “Holy Spirit” during the summer following her graduation from high school. Needless to say, this was almost unthinkable in the late 1930’s; imagine, a young woman wanting to go into the missionary field by herself.
First there is the problem of getting into a school which would train a young lady for this mission and then there are problems with a “certain” young man she met on the train as she journeyed to school. She finds too late “sex” and “love” are very separate objects to the male mind and pain replaces joy when you follow your heart instead of your head.
Forced into a wedding she didn’t really want, her honeymoon interrupted by WW11, and stranded on a deserted island after being shipwrecked during a violent storm are just some of the trails facing Anna.
The story comes to a starling conclusion as Anna finds herself captured by a squad of German sailors who want to know the whereabouts of a secret microfilm placed in her care without her knowledge.
Facing torture and the lusts of sailors who have been at sea “too” long are only part of the ordeals surfacing in this hot steamy island as another tropical storm threatens to destroy everything in it’s path as God in his fury decides to put an end to this evil environment.
Help comes in the form of cannibals as they overrun the island; but are they there to save Anna or is she to be part of their “dinner”?
Only God in his wisdom can control these events and to place Anna where she is needed and where he wants her to do his work.
About the Author
Mr. Hathcock was born in 1938 near the end of the “Great Depression” just outside Ripley, Tn. Times were hard and money was almost nonexistent. His people were traditional farmers and formal education beyond the “reading, writing, and arithmetic” was not needed. He finished Ripley High School with grades good enough to get him into the college of his choice. He chose to go to Tennessee.
Mr. Hathcock was able to attend the University of Tennessee for a while on an inheritance from and adopted “Uncle”. While in school, the first “dawning’s” of a literary gift were seen as he tried to make it through college English.
For the next fifty or so years, David made his way through life and the world mostly in a school of hard knocks. He work as far north as
He served in the US Army at Ft. Carson, Colorado for three years during the Vietnam era. He was there during the Cuban missile crisis and the assassination of president John F. Kennedy. He was discharged as Specialists 5, E-5 in 1964.
He married Katherine A. Harrison at age 32 and they were blessed with two children, a boy named David A. Hathcock and a girl named Jessica N. Hathcock. he also has a granddaughter, Emmalee Madison Raymond. Mr. Hathcock and all his children live in and around
Mr. Hathcock retired at age 62 and this is his second book to be published. He has finished a third work and is currently working on his fourth manuscript. He has had several poems published and is working on a poetic work to be published as a work of it’s own.
His e-mail address: DavidHath@msn.com