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I can picture him clearly, sitting right in front of me, looking at me as if he is a predator, about to devour me like his prey. And deep down, I would let him feel his sinful touch and kisses. Those rough hands grabbing my thighs and hips with a possessive grip before they wrap around my neck, reminding me he owns me. His lips planting gentle yet passionate kisses all over my body until I am writhing under his arms. That picture is enough to make my thighs press together from the aching and throbbing between my legs.
A sudden knock on my door makes me jolt back to reality as I quickly put back on my veil. When I opened the door, it is Julian.
He steps inside and locks the door before standing in front of me. “Did he say something?”
“Who are you talking about?” I question him.
He grabs my jaw tightly and snaps my head to meet his rage-filled eyes. “You know well whom I’m referring to. He has been in your room for hours.” He digs his fingers deeper into my cheeks, that my face aches, but I don’t whimper in pain as I try to be strong.
“What did you two discuss?”
“N-nothing,” I struggle to say, “H-he woke up a few moments before y-you k-knocked.”
He leans closer with a thunderous look, tightening his grip on my jaw while I try to push away his wrist. “Don’t think I’m blind and foolish. I notice the way he looks at you. If you think he will save you or care for you, then you are stupider than I thought,” he sneers and pushes me away so hard that I land on the floor on my elbows with a thud.
Before I can recover, I feel a harsh kick against my gut and yelp in pain. Holding onto my stomach, it doesn’t stop him from kicking me again and again. I lose count of his attack. My stomach hurts badly as I shiver in pain, and tears blur my vision.
“Ah! Stop!” I cry out in pain, only to get kicked in the face, feeling instant pain radiating through my skull.
“A worthless, useless, weak, and hideous whore. That is what you are, you slut! Remember your place. Nobody will save you here because you have been brought to serve God, not a sinner. Understood?”
I weakly nod my answer, but he kicks me again. “Answer me!”
“Y-yes…I understand,” I whisper.
“Good. Now get up and look into Jason. He is in the underground screaming again,” he mutters and then leaves. I slowly get up, tasting the copper taste of blood on my tongue from my cut lips.
For once, I agree with Julian—nobody will save me here. Nobody will care for me…especially when they discover I’m nothing but a monster dressed as a nun, whose dark soul not only mocks this habit I wear and ruins the lives of many innocents in this prison.
And for that, no matter how much I have confessed, I won’t ever be forgiven.
CHAPTER THREE
SILAS
The prisoners and I rip the thatch from the ground. It was one of our daily tasks in afternoons while the guards kept watching over us. And after this, we are given lunch before being sent to the confession room.
I work faster so that I could go in first. I have to meet Aella. After being dragged out of her room, I was kept in my cell for the next few days in isolation as punishment for the act I pulled. The only thing I could do was wait; with every passing day, my eagerness to meet Aella increased. However, she didn’t come to our floor either, causing me to worry about her.
“All prisoners. Sit on the ground. Your food is on its way,” the announcement from the mic on the roof boomed around. We all stopped working and sat down, dusting our hands as the guards brought our food in small wooden boxes.
Crossing my legs, I feel my stomach rumbling from hunger and take the box. Placing it on the ground, I open it and see some soggy rice, barely cooked meat, and a few slices of carrots inside. I’m used to the horrendous food here, so I start to munch down the rice with the spoon, but when I scoop up the meat, I stop halfway to my mouth. A different smell hit my nostrils, making me frown.
What’s this smell?
I look around and see everyone eating the meat normally. Then, why does mine smell different? I keep it aside and only have the carrots. Finishing my meal quickly, I close the box and walk to the guard.
“Can I go to the confession room now?” I ask.
“Are you finished with your meal?”
I nod. He looks me up and down before gesturing for me to go. The building is mostly empty as I walk down the hall and take the stairs to the top floor, where the confession room is.
Without knocking, I step inside and exhale in relief when I see Aella’s figure on the other side while I take my seat.
“Aella,” I mutter her name, noticing that she looks the other way.
My brows furrowed in confusion and without thinking I walk to her side and open the door. As if she doesn’t expect it from me, her head snaps up and that’s when I see her bruised cheeks and cut lips. They look partially healed but still fresh.
