Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,74
the devil and his whims.
Chapter Eight
Sister Faith
I’m not entirely sure what happened today, but I sense that a sort of shift occurred between us. Emily may have caught a glimmer of the uncertainty in me, but when she tried to kiss me, it reinforced the walls I’ve built to guard myself against sin. I must not sully myself with lusts of the body, nor must I allow myself to be led into temptation by the devil and the laziest nun in the convent.
I’m conflicted about keeping this between myself and Emily. In doing so, I’ve potentially betrayed the trust Mother Superior has bestowed upon me. Yet, I feel Emily deserves no further punishment than the one she has already received, and she’d be given no mercy from Mother Superior. I toss and turn in bed, unable to settle my mind.
After hours of restlessness, I rise, pull on my habit in the dark, and leave our room, being careful not to disturb my roommate. I head down to the chapel, using the faint light to guide me. I run my hands along the inner walls of the convent, feeling the smooth, but uneven surface of the cold stones beneath my fingers. I will spend the rest of the night in contemplation if I have to, just to gain some clarity.
Walking into the chapel, I’m surprised to see that it isn’t empty like I’d expected, given the late hour. Thankfully, my steps are light and quiet, and I haven’t disturbed the nun who is deep in prayer. I wait quietly for her to finish, and catch one of the words from her invocation…‘patience’.
When she has completed her devotions, she rises to her feet and jumps a little when she sees me standing in the doorway. In the faint light from the flickering votives, I see her face, and recognize her as Sister Suri. She doesn’t speak to me, remaining totally silent as she walks past me and out of the chapel, reminding me vividly of the heavy silence that surrounds our Sister Purity.
Once I’m alone, I make my way down the line of pews to the front row. I bow my head and kneel, closing my eyes as I pray for guidance from the Lord. Hours pass, the sky is still dark but beginning to lighten, the candles have burned low, and my knees are cold and aching by the time my prayers are complete. I feel calmer, more grounded, but no more certain about my path than I was when I walked through the chapel doors, several hours ago.
Rising on unsteady legs, I slowly turn and make my way back through the stark silence and darkness of the convent toward my room. I reflect on the trials I have faced, and the ones yet to come and hope in my heart that I can be strong enough to overcome them.
When I get back to my room, I hesitate outside with my hand on the doorknob. Emily is probably asleep, but the memory of what I saw last time I opened this door is fresh in my mind; it rises to the surface like the hem of her habit she’d lifted above her waist while she sinned. I enjoyed seeing that more than I should have. Something about her pleading eyes and the way she went down onto her knees called to some darker side of me that’s usually in slumber. Emily seemed willing to worship me as though I was her own personal deity, making me believe only I could grant her any of her heart’s desires. I cut off that train of thought before it can take root, but it still lingers.
We have one Lord, and I am not He, nor ever will be.
Chapter Nine
Sister Emily
I wake up the next morning, earlier than usual, but I’m not planning to rise just yet. I smile when I roll onto my back and my ass throbs mildly; it’s evidence of how firm Faith was during the spanking she gave me. I open my eyes, cutting them across the room to look at her. She’s still asleep, her angelic face relaxed and peaceful, and in complete contrast with her shocked and angry expression from the previous day. Ebony colored strands of hair fall into her eyes, lightly caressing her cheeks. She’s so beautiful.
The longer I stare at her, the more my body awakens and desire spreads throughout me like liquid fire, pooling hot and wet between my legs. It’s so wrong of me