Written by a rat for a goddess in massachusetts who currently hates my guts.
Prompt: Lana successfully infiltrates Briarcliff, escaping with a copy of Kit Walker's files, but returns for Mary.
M for mature content
Mary Eunice's face flushed with embarrassment and shame, Sister Jude's harsh words hurting more than her vast array of canes ever could..
The blonde sat quivering in the head nuns office, tears filling her big, blue eyes, threatening to overspill onto her porcelain cheeks.
Her superior's voice cut through her like a knife. "Now if I ever catch you disobeying my orders again Mary Eunice, I swear ta God I'll make those welts on your ass feel like nothing. I swear it," she snarled, slamming the cane down on the hardwood desk that separated them with a thwack, causing Mary Eunice to jump in her chair, her buttocks smarting from the twenty lashes she'd been given in rapid succession. She usually found the Boston accent extremely charming, however Sister Jude's vicious words combined with the bloodstained cane she was brandishing couldn't have made it sound more terrifying.
Mary Eunice, unable to contain her complete and utter dismay at letting the head nun down, felt hot tears run down her face. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she mentally screamed at herself. Her disgrace made her want to hit her head on the desk; to throw herself at Jude's feet and beg for her beloved role model's forgiveness.
Barely holding her composure, the young nun stuttered out, "I'm sorry Sister, I thought I was doing the right thing, I really did.. " A sob racked her chest, shaking her lithe frame. She buried her head in her hands, unable to look the older woman in her furious, condemnatory eyes.
"Ya think your pathetic apology repairs the damage you've caused, ya foolish girl? Thanks to yah stupid actions, that nosy reporter has not only been able to snoop round this facility, but has also gained access to strictly confidential patient files, including that of Kit Walker, or as the public know him, the notorious lady killer, Bloodyface." She seethed. "And ya let her get away. Foolish, foolish girl." With the last few words, the older nun brought the cane whooshing down on the desk in three consecutive cracks, unable to contain her fury. "You've put everything at risk!" She yelled. "Briarcliff could be shut down. We could be prosecuted. The patients shipped off." She panted heavily, her eyes wild, "The Monsignor could lose his life's work".
Jude's rage was too much to bear. "I'm s-sorry, Sister, p-please forgive me", Mary wailed, her face contorted in anguish, her body wracked with uncontrollable remorse. "M-miss W-w-winters had m-me very con-confused".
"Ya story is indecent Mary Eunice: Ya think this whole institution should crumble to the ground just because you can't control yaself when a pretty girl smiles at you?"
The blonde flinched at this, and Sister Jude sighed heavily, sinking into her chair, suddenly feeling drained of energy.
"Get yourself outta my sight, girl," she said, massaging her temples. "I'll figure out just what ta do with you later." She could feel a migraine coming on.
Mary didn't need to be told twice. She hurried out the Sister's office, her vision blurry and ass stinging with every step.
"And shut the door after ya!" Jude's cranky voice bellowed from behind her.
Mary closed the door quickly, babbling an apology through her tears.
She hastened through the dark corridors to her chamber, needing to be alone. I need to pray. That's what Sister Jude would want- I need to pray for forgiveness. I need to repent for my sins. Was being stupid a sin?
The blonde halted, frowning. It must be, because she'd spent her whole life being punished for it. Her classmates, her brothers and sisters, even her parents had all jeered at her, poked fun at her. She'd never had many friends, spending her time reading books to escape the incessant teasing and mocking.
That's why when Lana Winters has cornered her in the woods that fateful day, after her "interview" with Sister Jude, extending a hand of friendship to the lonely girl, Mary Eunice had been more than happy to oblige the reporter a quick look around the asylum. Of course, that had been where it all went wrong...
Mary, her footsteps slowing to a steady click clack which resonated through the halls of the old manor, found herself lost in thought, remembering the brunette who had shown her some of the only kindness she'd known in this cold, dark place.
She really is beautiful.
The young nun stopped- shocked at herself for the errant thought. What did beauty have to do with anything? Sister Jude said beauty was a "cheap con", and led to nothing but transgression and sin. Despite Mary telling herself this, the stern voice of the older nun echoing through her head, the girl couldn't help her mind wandering to a mental image of the reporter's face, her soft brown eyes, creamy skin, her lips...
What would they taste like, I wonder.
Mary gasped; appalled and ashamed at the scandalous contemplation. She quickly looked around, guiltily, almost afraid that someone may have heard her shameful thoughts. Absolutely ridiculous to consider such things, what on Earth would Sister Jude say?
Mary Eunice shuddered at the thought of what the Boston nun might say- or do. She winced at the memories of all the times she had been bent over the oak desk in Jude's office, whimpering in terror at her superior's wrath, each lash of that bloody cane sending a fresh wave of pain surging through her lower body, causing her to weep and moan in anguish. Of course, it was her own idiocy that had landed her in that situation time and time again. Sister Jude did not suffer fools gladly.