Page 22 of The Fallen

A heavy sigh flits through her lips as she nods in my direction. “Make your question brief, Sister Agnes.”

“I was merely wondering if Father Draven is well and will be joining us for dinner. It would be nice to have him bless all of us before we retire to our rooms.”

She shakes her head and forks a bit of meat. “He is already secured down in the catacombs. I have already seen to what few needs he has and ensured there is enough food in his cell to last through the evening. Before you ask, he is quite comfortable. He will want for nothing until the end of this trial.”

There’s nothing more to say then. Lowering my head, I make the sign of the cross and eat. The food tastes like ash in my mouth. Normally, I enjoy every dish brought before us, but tonight, everything is off.

I can’t tell if it’s the company or the increasing unease that makes me want to push my plate to the side. Either way, none of us seem to really relish the idea of dinner. It’s just one more thing to do. One more perfunctory action to perform.

It’s no use. I don’t want to be here. I want to be somewhere else. I want to be with him.

Every time I close my eyes, I see Father Draven’s face. His lips move as if he’s trying to speak to me, but after a while, I realize he’s simply praying. But then he curls his fingers, beckoning me to come over to him. His lips twist up into an odd smirk as he urges me closer.

My pussy throbs as I inch over to him, knowing the pleasure and agony he can bestow upon my body. Though I’ve not touched myself, my thoughts have been far from pure. What I need is his punishing touch and his absolution.

Hunger fills my gut as I think of tasting it again. The very idea consumes me, drives me far more than the dish in front of me. I starve, I yearn, I desire only him.

“Sister Agnes,” a voice cries out, startling out of my daydream.

Looking up, I see Mother Superior looming over me, her lips slashed into a stern frown. “I swear you would lose your head if it were not on your shoulders. The hour draws late, and you’ve barely touched your food. You’ve been staring off into space as if it will get into your body by osmosis.”

“Forgive me, Mother Superior. I fear as if I have no appetite tonight.”Not for this, at least.

With another long-suffering sigh, she motioned to the other Sisters. “You do not seem to be alone in that regard.”

Again, the bells toll, their chimes so loud and so sudden, I drop my fork against my plate with a tremendous clatter.

One.

I take in a deep breath.

Two.

I let it out.

Three.

My heart pounds hard against my ribcage.

Four.

I don’t think I’m actually ready for this.

Five.

Am I truly safe?

Six.

Are any of us?

Seven.

After the last chime, a loud siren blares, drawing a startled shriek to my lips. Around me, the other Sisters huddle together, each of them comforting the other. Somehow, I sit alone with no one to cling to, no one to share my terror with. In this moment, I feel more alone than I ever have before.

Eventually, the sirens stop, only to be replaced by the voice of a woman. The sound wavers as if calling out over a long distance.They must be using the speakers strategically placed around the city.

“The UGC acting in accordance with the verdict cast forth from the ABOSSD has declared a trial. The unrest amongst the Alpha Elites has been brought to the attention of the governing body. As a result you will be granted one night in which your cerebral monitors will be turned off. This will allow you to experience all the emotions, drives, and aggressions of an Alpha. You are free to act on these impulses as your aggression center will no longer be short-circuited, inhibiting your actions.”

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