“NO! I will not go back in there. The priest and the other sister were─” She paused. Elizabeth brushed her sweaty palms over her jeans and felt the heat rise to her cheeks once more. “They were fornicating in your oh-so-Godly house. Explain that to me, SISTER!”
She inflected the last word. The mother superior didn’t startle once at her admission.
How—odd.
Elizabeth started to go on high alert. Why wouldn’t something like people fucking in the church startle a damned woman of the cloth?
She felt those strong fingers digging into her upper arms. A whimper escaped as she tried to pull away, but the oddly iron grip kept her in place.
“Look at me now, young lady,” Theresa demanded.
Startled by the motherly demand, she pinned her gaze with the mother superior’s. The woman gave her a hard shake as she started to explain.
“The devil can corrupt your mind no matter where you rest. This was his way of trying to draw you out into the world where his minions play without boundaries. Any one of them could be lying in wait to grab you and bring you to him. If you leave─” Theresa paused. She released Elizabeth’s arms and took a step back, smoothing her hand down the front of her habit. “Then he will win and you will be lost to the world forever.”
Elizabeth pressed her fingers to her forehead and let out a sound of frustration. It made so much sense and yet none at all.
You can’t trust anyone, not even the sisters. They can be corrupted just as easy as anyone on the street. After all, they are only human.
The wise words of Jared came at her.
She was playing a horrible game. A game that if she lost she was so totally fucked. Trying to put on a brave face, she smiled at the sister. The action felt painful, but seemed to ease the sister as her body calmed and the tension left her shoulders.
“Now, have we had enough of this silliness? Come. Let us see to the priest, He will ease your mind.” The sister lightly nudged her towards the now closed double doors.
Elizabeth dug in her heels. Her heart picked up pace once more. The slamming made it hard to breathe as the uncomfortably strong woman gave her a quick shove. Her hands came up as Elizabeth stumbled into the door and they came open with a light whoosh. Elizabeth reeled back into the sister as she looked around at the calm scene.
Her eyes fluttered open and shut and she saw flashes of the nun taking it from the young, handsome priest. The devil’s cock slid down the nun’s throat and a fresh wave of heat bloomed between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, but that only made it worse. The swollen lips tingled and she stumbled forward on another nudge from the sister at her back.
The mother superior cleared her throat and she watched as the priest turned his attentions from setting up communion to her shaking form in the doorway.
“My goodness. What has happened to you, Ms. Cromwell? Are you hurt? You look as if you have seen a ghost.” The priest made his way down the few steps and quickly towards her.
Elizabeth felt the warm embrace of his strong arms and fell into the comforting act. She closed her eyes tight, a sob escaping as she tried to speak.
“I thought─” She paused.
The broken sound of her voice seemed to be amplified in her own ears. She’d been so strong for so long that it felt good to break. Everyone needed to break from time to time. Even if it meant the devil got in a little closer.
“She said he came to her. Ms. Cromwell crashed into me in the halls in hysterics, claiming she saw you both debauched and at the control of HIM.” The mother superior’s firm voice belied her model-like looks.
Mother Superior Theresa, ever the strict school ma’am, nodded towards Sister Margaret setting up hymnals in the pews.
“I’m sorry, mother. We were in no such state. That means─”
“He got in.”
Elizabeth’s whole body froze and she reared back away from the comfort of the arms around her. They made an attempt at restraining her as she collided with the pews and they were sent screeching against the stone flooring.
“GET IT! It’s him! Please! Stop! Don’t you dare come any fucking closer!” she warned.
The devil swaggered towards her. A smug smirk decorated his ridiculously handsome face as she came to stand next to the sisters and the priest.
“Please, Elizabeth. This is Father Samuel. He is not the man who searches for you. Why would we let him in a house of God? Please child, he is here to help. Come.”
Elizabeth shook her head. Her fear melted away into determination as she righted her spine and stood tall in the face of her imminent capture.
“I’m not calming down. I’m not going with him. None of you can make me.”
“Ms.─”