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The small world of Anna was turned upside down as it change in tradition and practice. People were changing, their ideals were changing and she could not help but fear it. 1525, a year of chaos. She feared the worst, a life of damnation and the fires of hell. The young Bavarian ode herself to not become one of them, no, she was better than that. Under the request of her duke, Anna was confided to the the four stone walls of Kloster Hohenwart. Her religious duties were of importance and god knows that she needed it the most. 

Her life was filled with silence, prayer, and tending to sheep. She vowed to maintain her silence as a way to ensure that the damned who fallen, were in fact, saved somehow. It was the kindest thing she can do honestly. Her days were slow and calmed--unaware of the world that came to be. It was nicer this way, she had nothing to worry about other than the fear of burning in hell. 

That was until, one day, she heard from Sister Barbara that someone had called for her. Sister Barbara had gently patted the young woman to tell her someone has come to call for her. It struck Anna with a face of confusion. She did not know who was coming, let alone ,from where. She picked up the lamb that she was nursing and scurried down the corridors of the abbey, hearing her feet patter against the stone floor. 

As she reached towards the door, she pulled the heavy wooden block open and saw the figure in front of her, unamused while her lamb bleated in the background. 

      ❛  if a man doesn’t eat a pussy he isn’t a real man.  ❜     repeated slowly,  as if at first it’s a string of words that should never exist beside each other, because, well... they shouldn’t.  it’s clear as day that she despises the idea,   especially with the way face twists at the ugly notion that seems uncomfortably,    disgustingly popular.   

       ❛  didn’t realise that the public’s view of being ‘a real man’ means them not having personal boundaries during sex...   no man owes anyone anything.  and if you force their hand,  guilt them,   ‘persuade them’ to try something they clearly don’t want to do...  you know what that makes you ❜   eyes harden,   head tilting to the side as face matches the dimmed light in blue hues;  the look of ‘i dare you to argue with me’ crossing features easily. 

       ❛  men who don’t eat pussy are valid,  full stop. ❜