~Nocturne and
wild sex, Part I~
She had no idea what led her out of the safety of her cloister and into the forest that
lay just outside the grounds. I knew she was unaware as to how she arrived at the clearing that in all her wanderings she had never encountered before. I knew she thought she had only been dreaming, until I spoke to her. I knew that she was confused and bewildered, but unafraid. I knew that she would let me flay her right there in the clearing, without protest, all the while gazing at me with wonder.
I had no intention of doing this. Nevertheless, the thought made me smile.
I knew there was a part of her that would never belong to their god. Any god. I knew there was an essence of her that belonged to the earth, just as I knew I harbored that same essence within myself. I knew that when I released her from her daze, her free will would return, and then it would be solely upon my strength of will, character, and charisma to bring to fruition what I had begun so many months ago. I also knew that, no matter how much her mind protested, she would find her body could not. I already knew these things.
I already knew.
I knew because I had orchestrated this.
I beckoned to her and she took a timid step toward me. I laughed at her for that – she was not timid and knew I was aware of this fact.
I beckoned again and this time she obeyed.
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The pain in my wrist was getting to me. I don't like highs that are not of my own choosing and control, but my arm felt like someone had pounded it with a sledgehammer, so I reluctantly decided to pop one of the painkillers the doctor had prescribed. As I stood there on the platform, I fumbled in the inner pocket of my jacket with my uninjured hand, my right, and located the little prescription bottle at the bottom, beneath the pack of cigarettes. I pulled it out of my pocket, looked at it, and began to laugh. Childproof cap. Not an easy thing to negotiate one-handed. I tried it with my teeth first, but the fucker wouldn't budge without my chipping a tooth, so I gave up on that. I walked over to one of the benches lining the platform and sat down to try something else. After several vain attempts, I wedged the bottom of the bottle against my cast, and gingerly holding it between thumb and forefinger, used my other hand to twist the cap. A white-hot bolt shot up my arm, causing me to grimace and call out from the pain. I doubled over, dropping the bottle, and squinted my eyes shut.
"Here. Let me get that for you." The voice was so soft, I wondered if I'd imagined it.
I opened my eyes to see a nun genuflecting before me to pick up the bottle of painkillers. She sat down next to me on the bench, opened the bottle, and extended it toward me as she reached for my right hand. She tapped one of the pills into my hand. I gestured for her to tap out another – I was in fucking pain. Besides, what else was I going to do on the train but sleep? With an immaculate, pale finger, she tapped another pill into my palm, and then replaced the lid. I tipped my head back, tossed the pills into my mouth and swallowed them dry. When I opened my eyes, an immaculate, pale hand was extending a bottle of Evian toward me. I accepted it and took a long drink.
"Thanks." I said, handing the water back to her.