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my eyes. “I had to kill her. She needed to pay.” I explained.
“Had to kill who?” He asked.
“Kaisha.” I pointed at the circle, seeing her bloody body.
“It’s ok.”
He helped me to my feet then we went back to my room.
Chapter 12
Father O’Rourke
She was completely gone. Jabbering about the circle taking bodies, about how it lit up when she killed Hanleigh.
She told me the next day she went to clean up and the circle had absorbed Hanleigh’s body.
In reality, I had found what she did. I didn’t want her to be hospitalized so I took Hanleigh to the woods and buried her. I was able to pin that kill on her two attackers since they seemed to have a fetish with nuns.
The circle lighting up, was in her mind. That circle was nothing more than a circle school children used to sit around and tell stories. Purity, well Julia had been there as a small child.
I was at another parish so it seemed ok to send her here to be raised. When a tornado took out that part of the convent, a small boy was killed in the circle. Some said it was God’s way of closing the unnecessary school up and letting the convent focus on getting back to the basics. Julia got thrown into the foster system. I was in Rome at the time. When I got back, I couldn’t find her.
I didn’t know right away who she was when she came back here. It was truly a twist of fate. Am I the world’s biggest asshole? Probably. I love my daughter, but Lord I love fucking my daughter.
She has saved my soul many times over. For now, she will stay sequestered in her room in restraints.
Sister Kaisha was in my office when Purity thought she killed her. That was one death we could stop.
Purity
Father O’Rourke, Sean, or my daddy, whichever I prefer I guess, is trying to explain my history.
Being a nun was a calling for me since my mother was a nun. I wondered why she didn’t want me. Now I know.
I’m not allowed back to my circle. I stay in my bed. It keeps my thoughts towards all of my misdeeds. I pray for forgiveness. I know I should be burnt at the cross but I also know God has a plan for me. For all of his daughters here.
Sometimes, the voices in my head allow me to hear his praise.
I know my core burns for Father O’Rourke. I need his punishment, his pleasure. I moan for him. Beg for him.
Father O’Rourke
As for Purity? I hear her calling my name. I come in to check on her.
Every day I walk into her room and get the same phrase:
“Forgive me father, for it is with you I wish to sin.”
And what kind of father would I be if I didn’t attend to my little girl?
About Emery
Emery LeeAnn is an International Best Selling Author who lives in Ohio with her family.
Besides being addicted to coffee, she is a true believer that variety adds spice to your life. Writing in every genre gives her the variety she craves. Her characters like to invade her mind every hour of the day usually waking her up in the middle of the night.
Loving the dark and gray side of things, she is exploring her passion with the written word. There are many wonders to come from her in her twisted Wonderland..... Stick around you may find you enjoy her special brand of torture.
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Nefarious
Yolanda Olson
Kindess
The quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate.
WARNING
The following story is straight up fucked. I’m giving you a chance to keep on going right by me, however, if you’re feeling brave enough … be advised that this is the darkest story I’ve written to date.
And considering it’s me, that’s saying something.
If you do decide to continue with Nefarious, be very careful around Sister Paloma Grace.
Let’s just say all the trigger warnings and call it a day.
Blurb
Before I was discarded for the final time on the doorstep of this place, I had been treated as a hand me down.
A pushover that no one wanted and needed to get rid of, but I was happier then. The rules were never as strict, the punishments nowhere near as brutal, and no unkind word was ever spoken to me above a whisper.
Things changed after I felt the cane for the first time.