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what you are talking about. You have me mistaken.” I lied.

Before I could say anything, a bag went over my head, and he clamped his hand over my mouth. Fear rushed through me when I felt another pair of hands in addition to his.

I was whisked up and thrown into some kind of vehicle. All I had was my knife on me. It wasn’t enough to fend off two attackers. Maybe if I just went along with whatever they wanted, I could get away. Or, maybe they would kill me.

Sheila

“Seriously? A nun? Marco what the fuck?” I asked.

“She wasn’t a fucking nun when I bought her from Rita.” He insisted.

“So now what are you going to do with her?”

“She is the reason I have this scar on my face. Pull the van over by the park. I am taking all the misery I had out of her ass, then I will dump her in the woods.” He shrugged.

“And what am I supposed to do?” I scoffed.

“You can join if you want to.”

“Fuck off. I will stand guard for your stupid ass.”

“I’ve waited for this retribution since the night my face was sliced by the smugglers who paid for her. She not only defected to the convent, but she killed the woman who was controlling the girls who we were trading.” He sounded so angry. I was glad I wasn’t on the receiving end.

Pulling into the furthest parking spot, I nodded to let him know, it was his time to get his payback.

Purity

Thrashing around in the back, I knew if I didn’t find a way out, I was signing my death warrant. I guess I had forgotten about Rita. No one had ever come by to question her death.

I finally felt like I had found a place where I belonged, my secret happy place. Now, I would never see it again. This man had every intention of doing harm to me. I didn’t have anyone here to help me out.

Praying was what felt natural. As he dragged me out of the back door of the van, I prayed for all my might. I asked the Lord to forgive me, to forgive my sisters back at the convent, and Mother Superior. As women, we were just trying to make our way.

Flipping me over the back of the opened van door, the bag was removed from my head. His greasy hand held my face down so it couldn’t move. He pulled my robe up, yanking my panties down, then shoved his cock hard inside my pussy. My scream reverberated through the van as he ripped through my hymen. I could feel the blood dripping down my leg.

“Ah shit, this cunt was a virgin.” He grunted as he thrust harder and harder.

My mind went numb as he rutted me like an animal. It wasn’t like being with the priests. They made sure they didn’t take my innocence.

This man, this animal, just took the chastity I held dear. I needed him to pay. To suffer horribly. His final grunt, as he shot his vile seed into me, made me vomit all over his van.

He cursed, calling me a filthy cunt, then slammed me around so I was facing him. His disfigured face was seething in anger.

His fist shot out connecting with my face. Then his other fist came right after. Tensing up, waiting for another round of pummeling, I was shocked when he was lifted off of me. Before I passed out, I could’ve swore I saw Father O’Rourke.

Chapter 11

Father O’Rourke

Looking out the window, seeing the mutt put his hands on Purity made my blood boil. I was on my way out to see what was going on when I was stopped by Sister Kaisha. She wouldn’t stop yammering. It was almost as if she was trying to hold me up.

I saw the van and only had time to jump in my car when I saw them speed away. Following them, I checked to make sure I had my cellphone on me. Calling the police, I told them who I was and what I had witnessed.

Parking in the coverage of the trees, I slipped out of my car and took the driver by surprise. Putting my arm around her neck, I was able to knock her out. Squeezing just enough to block all the oxygen, she was down for the count.

Seeing the cops pull up, I waved to them, then pointed to the back of the van. Two burly police officers grabbed the thug, then