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totally fucked. Trying to put on a brave face, she smiled at the sister. The action felt painful, but seemed to ease the sister as her body calmed and the tension left her shoulders.
    “Now, have we had enough of this silliness? Come. Let us see to the priest, He will ease your mind.” The sister lightly nudged her towards the now closed double doors.
    Elizabeth dug in her heels. Her heart picked up pace once more. The slamming made it hard to breathe as the uncomfortably strong woman gave her a quick shove. Her hands came up as Elizabeth stumbled into the door and they came open with a light whoosh. Elizabeth reeled back into the sister as she looked around at the calm scene.
    Her eyes fluttered open and shut and she saw flashes of the nun taking it from the young, handsome priest. The devil’s cock slid down the nun’s throat and a fresh wave of heat bloomed between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, but that only made it worse. The swollen lips tingled and she stumbled forward on another nudge from the sister at her back.
    The mother superior cleared her throat and she watched as the priest turned his attentions from setting up communion to her shaking form in the doorway.
    “My goodness. What has happened to you, Ms. Cromwell? Are you hurt? You look as if you have seen a ghost.” The priest made his way down the few steps and quickly towards her.
    Elizabeth felt the warm embrace of his strong arms and fell into the comforting act. She closed her eyes tight, a sob escaping as she tried to speak.
    “I thought─” She paused.
    The broken sound of her voice seemed to be amplified in her own ears. She’d been so strong for so long that it felt good to break. Everyone needed to break from time to time. Even if it meant the devil got in a little closer.
    “She said he came to her. Ms. Cromwell crashed into me in the halls in hysterics, claiming she saw you both debauched and at the control of HIM.” The mother superior’s firm voice belied her model-like looks.
    Mother Superior Theresa, ever the strict school ma’am, nodded towards Sister Margaret setting up hymnals in the pews.
    “I’m sorry, mother. We were in no such state. That means─”
    “He got in.”
    Elizabeth’s whole body froze and she reared back away from the comfort of the arms around her. They made an attempt at restraining her as she collided with the pews and they were sent screeching against the stone flooring.
    “GET IT! It’s him! Please! Stop! Don’t you dare come any fucking closer!” she warned.
    The devil swaggered towards her. A smug smirk decorated his ridiculously handsome face as she came to stand next to the sisters and the priest.
    “Please, Elizabeth. This is Father Samuel. He is not the man who searches for you. Why would we let him in a house of God? Please child, he is here to help. Come.”
    Elizabeth shook her head. Her fear melted away into determination as she righted her spine and stood tall in the face of her imminent capture.
    “I’m not calming down. I’m not going with him. None of you can make me.”
    “Ms.─”
    Father Samuel held up a hand towards Theresa.
    “Please, let me. I understand her fear.” The dark glimmer in his gaze pinned her to the spot.
    Unlike before, she could move if she wanted. The thing was, she didn’t want to. His eyes willed her to listen to him and she slowly lowered herself to sit.
    “He has invaded your mind, my sweet Elizabeth.”
    She jerked at the endearment.
    “No, you─” Elizabeth jumped up in her seat and pointed an accusatory finger toward him.
    She dared to stab him with said finger. It did nothing. The solid steel of his chest was unharmed and unmoved.
    “No one else calls me that! Only HE called me that! You will not have me, you sick fucking evil bastard! I will not be yours to rape and discard! Get the fuck out of here or I will! I’m going to find a way out! Do you understand me?” With each exclamation she stabbed her finger into his powerful