Jude stood there, eyes peering down at the man bent over on her desk. His bare butt right there, the blisters from the hot bath ready to pop. What wasn't covered in blisters was covered in the bruises that had been given to him from the guards. The right thing to have done would have been to keep her emotions out of this, to simply treat him as any other patient. On the other hand, if any other patient would have been caught doing what he did to Mary Eunice, they would have suffered dearly for it.

As much as she hated to say it, his being caught was good for her. She felt bad for Mary Eunice, there was no doubting that. She even felt guilty. Of course, it was somewhat her fault, Hank made a threat and she didn't take him seriously. Jude knew that she should have known better. After everything he did to her, Jude should have known better. There was no denying the evil that lurked behind those eyes of his.

Jude steadied the cane, making sure that she would hit the right spot. Her back straightened, her eyes blankly staring forward as she swung the cane back into the air, preparing to hit him. For a brief moment, she closed her eyes, praying for the strength to restrain herself. As soon as she opened her eyes, the cane swung down, whipping through the air and smacking right against one of the swollen blisters. It burst open as Hank cringed.

"Don't tell me that's what bothers you. After all these years you'd think ya wouldn't be able to feel anything anymore," she flatly stated. Jude then allowed him a second before she repeated the action. It felt good. As badly as she did not want to feel this way, she liked the idea of being the one to hurt him.

It went unnoticed for a while, but she noticed that she had started caning him with more and more forced, causing some of his blisters to bleed. There was no sympathy though, no real reason to care if she hurt this man.

Everything seemed slow motion in those few moments. The switch gliding swiftly through the air, the loud smack as it came into contact with his sore, tender skin. His whimpers and incoherent curses directed at her. Hank's fists clenching, turning his knuckles white as his hands attempted to separate, going further than the handcuffs would allow them.

Jude tightly closed her eyes as she continued to swing away at the man. There was no remorse. Suddenly, her arm lowered, making the switch hit the back of Hank's knees. His chest and head smacked against the surface of the desk as his knees buckled beneath him. Her eyes narrowed on him as he struggled to position himself on his knees. "What the fuck was that?" he weakly implored. His eyes glaring up to her, meeting her eyes.

"Never swear to a nun," she hoarsely growled, her hand tightening it's grip on the cane. Everything came back to her. Everything. The betrayal, the pain. Mostly though, the blood. The memory of the dark red liquid that he had caused. "And think that there are no consequences," she warned through gritted teeth before swinging the cane and hitting him in the upper back, causing his head to slam into the side of her desk.

Her eyes peered down to the pitiful sight before her. She let go of the cane, allowing it to simply fall beside her. Herself closely following as she dropped to her knees. There was no thinking involved as she grabbed the collar of the gown and pulled Hank towards her. The blood ran down his face from his nose as his glossy eyes struggled to focus on her. He was in a daze from being treated so roughly, but that didn't matter to Jude. No, she needed him to hear what was going on and why it was happening. This man needed to experience some of the pain that he had caused her. "Besides, you know damn well what all of this is," she violently hissed. She then took her hands and threw him back, watching with delight as he fell back and slammed against the floor.

As soon as she was able to take her eyes off the nearly lifeless body, something caught her attention, the letter opener on the edge of her desk. Without hesitation, she grabbed it. Jude's eyes followed her finger as she traced the blade. All of her rational thoughts were suddenly overclouded by the events that she had to suffer through. Taking a moment, she removed her veil and cross, setting them on her desk. "As of right now, this is no place for God," she said. "Although I'm sure your presence has always disgusted him anyways," she added. Now that she was ready, she crawled over, positioning herself on top of him. Her hand carried the blade and held it to his throat as she leaned down towards him. "Maybe now you'll finally get to see what it feels like to be on the other side," she darkly whispered.

Jude lifted the blade into the air, both of her hands wrapped around the handle. She was about to stab him, over and over and over, multiple times. All of her aggression had been building up to this very moment. She couldn't do it though. She would get caught and then she herself would have to pay for all of this, and she could not allow that to happen. A smile appeared on her face as she slowly lowered the letter opener, placing it in her right hand. She took the blade and made a light slit through the black fabric of her left sleeves, cutting just enough to cause a small amount of blood. She then looked around the room, looking for ideas. Momentarily, she got off of him and went to her desk.

Jude briefly closed her eyes, kneeling down beside it. She slammed her face against it, hitting her cheekbone on the corner.

"Fuck you," she muttered before thrusting the blade into his right shoulder. "Help!" she immediately yelled before Hank even had the chance to make a sound. She scurried off of him and went to sit against the desk, reaching up to her veil and tossing it to a random spot on the floor.

Frank came running into the room, his eyes at first glued to the man on the floor. He could see the abuse caused to him as he screamed in pain. He then looked to Jude, laying there, looking scared and slightly beaten. "What's going on here?" he asked, concerned.

"He, he attacked me!" she cried, acting as panicked as she could. She was a pretty good actress. "I fought him off though," she breathily explained.

Frank nodded, believing her. He knew that the patients could get dangerous, that was why he always waited right outside the door. "All right Sister, I'll take him down to solitary," he stated. He then walked over and helped the nun to her feet. "Are you all right?" he questioned.

"I'm fine," she said, steadying herself, using his shoulders. "I'm fine, thank you," she replied.

"Good," he said.

Jude stood there, glaring to Hank as she watched Frank lift him up to his feet. A smirk came across her face, seeing his bloodied body getting dragged out of the room. She enjoyed seeing him get punished, she enjoyed it even more knowing that she was the one to inflict his pain. "Thank you, Frank," she said as he took Hank out of the room.