Page 23 of Sin & Fall

“You mean my submission to you!” I snarl, and he slaps me so hard I fall to the ground.

“I don’t like having to do this,” he sighs as he starts unzipping his pants. “But it’s the only way for you to understand how important it is to show the Lord some respect. That starts with showing me the respect I deserve. I’d hoped our usual methods would set you straight, but this rebellious nature of yours mustbe broken. After this, I’ll see to it that you’re admitted to my chambers for the foreseeable. I’ll break you in myself, no matter how long it takes. You won’t be allowed back in the dorms until I see your faith restored.”

He drops to his knees and climbs over me as he starts pulling the skirt of my habit up. Phantom flashes of pain ignite all over my body as I remember what happened the last time I was subjected to a stint in his chambers.

“No! You don’t have to do that. I’ll submit to you. Let me show you what I’ve learned.” I reach for his cock, and he slaps me again.

“I’m not teaching you to be a whore! This disgusting part of you needs to be ripped out. Perhaps we should start by cutting it out from the root.” His hand slides beneath my underwear, and his fingers roughly pinch my clit, tugging it.

I shake my head. He’s never gone that far before. Surely the others wouldn’t let him permanently scar me?

“This little thing only makes you think you have any control. You girls are only here to submit to us. You’re empty vacuums for our pleasure, and nothing more. Without this, you’ll stop enjoying it and learn where your rightful place is. Beneath us. Beneath me.”

All he ever does is spew lies, trying to make me feel guilty for existing. For simply being human.

“I’ve never enjoyed it!”

He retaliates by twisting my clit, and I gasp out a moan that sounds like I want this. But it just hurts.

“Liar.” He smiles smugly at me.

“Get off! I’m not doing this anymore!”

I can’t.

I can’t do this.

I’d rather die than have to keep living like this.

Fighting as hard as I can, I hit and kick at him. He grunts in frustration, and releases my clit, only so he can hit me again.

I scream for help—not that it will come—and he slaps his palm over my mouth.

“Shut up.”

He’s between my legs now. His fist around his cock as he tries to push my panties to the side and breach my entrance.

No.

No.

No.

Not again.

Never again.

I reach around for anything to use to get him off me. Please, God, Mom, anyone who’s out there listening, please help me.

My pinky finger brushes against a rock.

Before he can rape me, I thank the universe and slam the rock into Father Daniels’ temple as hard as I can.

He falls off me, and I scramble away, my heart pounding, my breath coming out in short sharp gasps.

Getting to my feet, I stand over him with the rock glued to my palm. He’s clutching at the gash on his head, blood pouring through his fingers at an alarming rate.

What have I done? If someone saw…