Hi! So, I literally just posted the first chapter, so I don't know if anyone will even ready this. Haha. But I like this, so I'll just keep posting new chapters. Just leave this up there. Maybe someone will read it!

Without further ado, here is…

Chapter Two (That rhymes )

Mary Eunice walked through the doors to the Day Room and looked around, s confident smirk planted across her lips. Lana didn't look up from her magazine as she tried scribbling something on a white, glossy picture. Other inmates danced aimlessly to the French song as it played on loop. Kit and Grace sat at a table, just pushing around checkers, talking in low whispers. Mary Eunice saw Grace glance at her, but Grace had little interest—or concern—about what the younger nun would do to them. No, she reserved her fear for old, jaded, Sister Jude. Mary Eunice snorted to herself. It had been three days since she awoke to the voice buzzing in her head and her own conscience quickly drowned in the darkness it brought with it.

Her focus flickered back to Lana, who was still in her little world, scribbling furiously. She didn't look up until two black shoes caught her attention. She looked up and saw Sister Mary Eunice staring at her, her blonde bangs hanging in her eyes. Lana bashfully lowered the magazine, biting her lower lip.

"Oh, Lana, you don't need to worry about me," the nun said, sitting beside her on the red, worn couch. "I'm no Sister Jude. I won't punish you for your delusions. You can't help but feel the need to record everything. It makes you feel… Normal."

"Excuse me?" Lana said, tucking her paper scraps into her shoes.

"You heard me, Lana." Mary Eunice loved the way the woman's first name rolled off her tongue. "Lana, I need to see you in my office."

"Sister Jude gave you an office?"

"Yes, well, I've had it. I rarely use it, though. Come." She stood and took hold of Lana's elbow, pulling her up with her. She led the inmate up the stairs and to an office just down the hall from Sister Jude's. She unlocked the door and ushered Lana inside, then locked the door behind them. She caught Lana's questioning look and smiled. "In case any of your other inmate friends come running in here. They're very unpredictable."

"I know." Lana sat in an identical brown chair to the one that sat in front of Jude's desk. Those chairs were growing on her. They almost felt like home. Mary Eunice walked past her, her hips swaying under her garb. She could feel Lana's eyes on her and as she turned to face her, Lana quickly looked to the floor, blushing softly. "So… You wanted to see me, Sister?"

"Yes…" Mary Eunice leaned forward on her desk, resting her chin on her hands, then frowned, pulling her habit off, slowly letting her blond curls cascade down her back and flow over her shoulders. Lana gaped at her long hair, at the nun's movements. She felt a heat grow in the pit of her stomach and glanced into her own folded hands. Mary Eunice smirked and sat back in her chair. "You know, Sister Jude is quite impressed with your little back-stabbing that took place during the whole commotion earlier this week. She figured someone has ambitious as you would've taken the opportunity to run."

"I know. She already rewarded me," Lana said, her voice thick with guilt.

"Oh, come now, Lana. I'm glad you stayed." Lana looked up and saw that the nun had put her feet up on her desk, her skirts pulled up just over her knees. Lana stared. "Because I like you."

"What do you mean?" Lana's face flared to a bright red; she could feel wetness begin to fleck her panties.

"I think you know what I mean," Mary Eunice's voice dropped to a sultry, dark tone and she sat up. "I want to reward you now. And I'm positive you'll like this far better than any of Jude's crummy treats."

Lana opened her mouth to protest, to scream, she moved to pinch herself because this certainly had to be a dream. Not five days ago, Mary Eunice could do nothing more than gush over Sister Jude—now she's criticizing her? But before Lana could do any of that, Mary Eunice was sitting on the edge of her desk in front of Lana, her skirts up to her thighs, and her hands working to snap her stockings from her garters. Her legs were spread wide open, both feet on the arms of Lana's chair, supporting her.

"Don't look so confused, Lana. You and I are very much alike."

"H-How?" Lana hated herself for sounding so weak; she tried to stay strong, but she knew that by the look on Mary Eunice's face, she was losing this battle no matter what.

"You and I both have exquisite tastes," Mary Eunice winked and slid down, straddling Lana.

"Sister…" Lana tried to gather her strength, but it'd been so long since she had someone else pleasure her instead of her own, boring fingers. Mary Eunice put her finger to Lana's lips, silencing her.

"Shh. I don't want to hear anything but your screams." Mary Eunice ran her hands up Lana's body, under her dress, and tore it off, leaving her in only her cotton bra and panties. Lana squirmed under the nun who only responded by kneeling on the chair, placing her knee between the brunette's thighs. She pushed her knee closer to the inmate's core, pulling out a moan from Lana.

"Oh. And please call me Mary Eunice, my dear. Drop the Sister title. It irritates me." Mary Eunice whispered, her lips just brushing against Lana's. The inmate leaned forward, but was pushed back against the chair as Mary Eunice crashed her lips against the other woman's. Lana mumbled something incoherent, and Mary Eunice didn't bother to question what she'd said. She slid from the chair and kneeled between Lana's legs. The nun spread Lana's knees and trailed her fingers up the woman's thighs, her nails dragging against the sensitive skin. Lana writhed under her touch and bucked her hips once she felt Mary Eunice's thumb press against her clit.

"Hmm," Mary Eunice hummed, pleased. She pushed aside Lana's cotton panties and thrust two fingers into her slick opening, causing the woman to squeeze her eyes shut and moan. Her hips bucked, trying to take in more of the nun's fingers. Mary Eunice smirked and bent forward, taking Lana's closed eyes for granted as she closed her lips around her clit, sending shockwaves up Lana's belly and through the rest of her body.

"What do you want, Lana?" Mary Eunice mumbled into her bundle of nerves and lapped at her slit. Lana moaned again, taking in the vibrations.

"F-Fuck me…"

"My pleasure." Mary Eunice began thrusting her fingers roughly into Lana's opening, curling her fingers once she felt Lana's muscles tighten around her fingers—it didn't take very long. The nun grinned widely and ran her free arm up the brunette's body, pinching a pert nipple through her standard issue, cotton bra. Lana threw her head back, her eyes tightly shut. Just as she began shuddering through her orgasm, Mary Eunice pulled her fingers out and licked them, causing Lana to cry out in frustration.

"Why?"

"Why not, Miss Winters? Aren't you supposed to be healing here?" Mary Eunice grinned darkly and stood, sucking on her index finger. "You do taste scrumptious, though. Perhaps one day, I'll actually finish you off."

Lana sat in her chair, cheeks flushed and eyes dilated. "You said this would be a reward!"

"Was that not generous enough, Lana? Miss Winters? Were you not looking to be touched by another woman?" Mary Eunice was back, leaning over Lana, holding herself up by the arms on the chair. "I never said I'd finish you off. Perhaps when you prove how desperate… Or how loyal you are…" The nun trailed off and flicked her hair back over her shoulders. She turned away just before Lana could see the golden-brown speckles invade her blue eyes.

"I…" Lana couldn't force anything else out and stood, dressing. Her disappointment showed in her brown eyes and Mary Eunice noticed. She refused to complete anything yet. She needed time. She needed to develop her plan before she could drag in another damned soul. She needed time. She needed to think. She knew Lana was a willing subject—step one was complete. One out of nearly ten; or more…