#christfear

For all the abuses she'd suffered at the hands of these pious piss stains, Adelaide didn't want to ( sever the cord ) from the cloth... instead, she wanted to bury her head deeper... aaalll the way up its skirt. Allow the wisps of Myrrh to seep seep into her skin and infect her bones... All in the hope that, after The Cloth has had its way with her, those pesky voices would just... scurry away. Disappear, as if they'd never, even existed. Good luck with that, Sister. Well, not quite. She was still only a Postulant. Giving Us plenty of time... to make a convert out of this one. With a gentle, musical laugh, one that I pretended to subdue for the sake of the game, my hands closed over her eyes... soft, full lips resting only a hair from the shell of her ear. Warm breath trickling over her skin, lapping, like flames. "Guess who?" I whispered, otherwise, not making a sound.