@wickedsrest - billie abney
Unveiling the Texan Terrors - The Abney Family
December 21, 1964 By: John Davies
Law enforcement officials have finally released long-awaited details regarding the Abney Family, a familial crime-ring now-believed to have been the culprit of countless petty thefts, arsons, assaults, kidnappings, and murders across the Great State of Texas. Following an explosive shootout with authorities, tipped off by a member inside the family itself, the sheriff's office has now confirmed the safety of two young girls Billie (14) and Louisa (16) that were rescued two days ago from the backwater clan's property. Church officials say... "Church officials say," I mouthed the words, sneering as I took another gulp of Communion wine. "Blahblahfuckingblah." Church officials swooped in like the little vultures they are! Because of course they did! Starved for every, last scrap of good press amid the rising fear of Secularism and sexual revolution. Officially, the girls were being shepherded outside of Texas to mitigate interference from the Family. The reality was far less charitable. According to what I had been able to get from the Monsignor, they were struggling to locate a home willing to take in two filthy, godless, little shits.
Which is where we come in: Me, more than him. Briarcliff Home For Girls was just the place, I insisted, having been the place that saved a wretch like me, now one of the Church's most devout and holy vessels. With the help of all the sisters here, of course! And him most of all. Oh, please. The man's Vanity was even easier to appeal to than Mine. Anyway, since the day they'd come in, all straggly hair and wild-eyes... I knew they were just the thing to shake this place up, to introduce a little anarchy. Especially miss Wilma-Lynn. Billie, to her friends. But, we weren't on that basis yet. I didn't even introduce myself right away. I waited... for the day or two that it would take for her to get a ruler cracked across her knuckles for her back-sass. Then another, when they inevitably rucked up her skirt and caned her bloody, then drug her off... to the 'bad girl' room. Creeping in like a shadow, I tsked softly as the girl gripped at her thighs as she sat on the bed, attempting to keep the weight of her body from bearing down on the mattress... hands covered in the blood and puss that was still weeping from her skin. "You poor dear," I crooned, gentle and loving as I set down a basket of sweets beside her. And then, from under my vestments, an oil and some bandages. "For the pain," I explained, smiling. "The others would say it's Blasphemous, but this little bottle is a Miracle. One night with this, and, by tomorrow, you won't even know you've been caned." "Oh, goodness, where are my manners? I'm Sister Mary Eunice." And then, gentler, "I'll just leave these here for you now, and collect them before bed-check in the morning..." I took on the appearance of the Madonna now. Beautiful, fragile, and full of Sorrow. "I know what it's like, to be caned bloody, that is. Even now, if I've been particularly troublesome." I hung my head low, ringing my hands together as if reliving the rap of the ruler. Looking every bit the wounded, sweet sister I never was. "It's terrible here. They're terrible. But not you. Know that it's never you." A meaningful silence.
"Don't you let them kill it. It's such a beautiful spirit you have. I'd hate to see it gone."
