Impudence

By Emery LeeAnn

Father O'Rourke expects me to humble myself before him just like he "humbles" himself all over me and the rectory on a daily basis. 
Father Clarence, well he is an altogether different sort of redeemer.
Blasphemy is all this church knows but, without it, what would Mother Superior do?
My vow of silence is almost at an end, and to all who have stained these walls with ungodly acts I warn: Watch out. 
Absolution comes at a price and when I'm done paying my penance, the ones who hurt me in the silence will find out the true meaning of humility.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emery LeeAnn
• Release date: Apr 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393748625

Emery LeeAnn

Emery LeeAnn 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. If you want to enter her wonderland you can stalk her at: www.facebook.com/emerylee13 www.goodreads.com/author/show/16160108.Emery_LeeAnn https://goo.gl/dCi8Q6 https://twitter.com/EmeryLeeann           

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Prologue

The smell of Murphy’s Oil Soap permeates my senses as my prayers came to an end. Opening my eyes, looking up at the altar from my kneeling position, it always seems like I should be on my knees in an inch of dust and dirt, with maggots and worms crawling over our blessed Lady.

But then I get slammed in the senses with artificial lemon scent to let me know, I am back in this house of worship that boasts godliness. You can wax every inch of this so called holy place, every minute of every day, but that won’t clean all the sins away.

CHAPTER 1

Sister Purity

Sister Mary Margaret, the Mother Superior of Our Lady of Heavenly Hope Convent looks at me with condemnation as she passes me in the darkened hallways.

I’m sure it’s because she can smell the scent of Father O’Rourke on me, like I have an option when he pushes me down in front of him. She nods me on with the thin line yielding the thin lips on her face, knowing there is no need to speak me. I’m nearing the end of my vow of silence. She will have to converse with me soon enough. I’m sure she is glad it is not right now.

They should all be glad. The whole lot of them. Between the Fathers who adore us on our knees, to the sinful ladies I live with that I call sisters.

I prefer to stay silent. Most of the others do not wish to go that route. I find I learn more when I am not speaking. People tend to forget I am here and will discuss everything around me.

Father Clarence, when approving my vow of silence, said it would do me well with being humble. He felt like humility was lost on me when I first entered the convent. Between the two, Father Clarence and Father O’Rourke, they had set up a rigorous work program for me that included my normal prayer times, two meal times alone, and paying penance for them to absolve my worldly sins.

When this was first agreed, I had heard Mother Superior vehemently argue my training with them, but as part of the course, the men overruled her. I think she honestly, in her own way, tried to save me. But now, since I’ve been desecrated, though she has no proof, she only looks at me with disdain. I’m not sure if it’s because they passed her up, or because she actually is that pious.

In this place – it’s hard to tell.

5 Years Ago

MARCHFIELD, GET YOUR ass over here in line.

I sat up groggy on my cot as the house mother yelled my name for morning count. Being in the foster system sucked. You had absolutely no say in what happened with your life. I always laughed at the movies they showed us in school that said as teenagers we could be our own individuals.

We were robots, unable to have our own thoughts or make our own choices. We did what they said, when they said it, and how they said it. They told us when to eat, sleep, piss, and breathe. I couldn’t wait until the day I turned eighteen so I could skip out of this place and be my own person.

Five more long years, and I would be on my own.

CHAPTER 2

Father O’Rourke

Purity was a vision in that habit. How we lucked out having her walk right through our doors, and being so submissive, it was truly God’s plan.

Now was the moment of truth as she walked over toward me after her morning prayer and meal. I was secretly hoping she would’ve disobeyed me. The thought of spanking her smooth ass made the front of my trousers tighten.

I had instructed her to wear nothing under her habit today. There would be no way to hide it from the others if they saw her because it would show a sliver of skin at the very top. I knew the humiliation of that alone would transcend on her soul, that they knew she was nothing more than a common