Author's Note: This will be my first AHS: Asylum fic. I totally know that Sister Eunice is hiding something, and I know she's going to end up not being the sweet and innocent looking nun she portrays. Here is a possiblity (in my own little bubble of horror) of what become of her, regarding the promo poster; Sister Mary Eunice in the bed, with Dr. Arden and his hand up her habit and scapular.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk and the FX network.
Ascension
Outside the storm was beginning to build, the climax was coming, and it would rage around the asylum taking down anything that were brave enough to stand in its path. Inside however, the building had already lost power, and the inmates had been gathered and cooped together in the common room. When the power had failed, Sister Mary Eunice had found herself slipping away from the madness of the common room, and along the dark corridors until she reached the one she knew all too well; the death chute.
They were banging, anxious to get inside, the promise of meat had led them there, and Sister Mary Eunice was the one to grant them access. They would listen to her, they knew she meant business. Not even bothering to check behind herself, Sister Eunice smirked, arriving at the door, she looked over it as she allowed herself to get lost in the possibilities of what could happen once they were inside.
As the orderlies were given charge of the inmates, Dr. Arden called a meeting with Sister Jude and the Monsignor. Stepping just outside the common room, he glanced between the staff, "I do hate to have to report this back, but Sister Eunice has been corrupted." he stated, "It's this place..." he shook his head, sighing harshly.
"Corrupted?" Sister Jude inquired, "That girl is not one of your patients, Doctor Arden. Nor is she a patient of this institute."
"I paid her a visit, at the Infirmary, Sister." Dr. Arden nodded, clearing his throat, "She was not in her usual mindset..."
"Usual mindset?" Jude scoffed.
"She offered herself to me, Sister."
Shaking her head, Sister Jude turned her lip up at the good doctor, "I don't have time this, Doctor."
Dr. Arden turned his attention to the Monsignor as Sister Jude dismissed the conversation and entered the common room. Looking to the Monsignor, Dr. Arden swallowed, raising a brow gently, "God speed, dear friend." he exhaled before he turned to rejoin the group in the room, lurking back in the doorway until he saw the Monsignor off.
The Monsignor gave a nod before he chimed, "I will find her, Doctor. Confront her motives."
The only light in the corridors now came from the strikes of lightning that flashed in the sky outside. The storm was still building, awaiting that perfect moment to break. As Sister Mary Eunice wandered the corridors, she checked rooms for unsuspecting orderlies, any patients that may have been forgotten. They would be weeded out by the creatures, the Raspers as they were known.
Crossing the corridor between Solitary and Men's, Sister Eunice smirked. A shadow approached her, she nodded and it fled, tearing down the corridor and only giving her a fleeting glimpse of its form. She crossed the floor, heading to the window. The lightning struck, sending a brilliant flash which mirrored light off the polished tile walls.
"Sister." his voice rang out, so terribly British.
Smirking devilishly, she held her body to the window, only turning her head to glance over her shoulder at him; the Monsignor. He was standing at the foot of the corridor, his arm extended to her, as if beckoning for her to near him. When she didn't, he stepped closer toward her, "Sister..." he said again before he continued, "Dr. Arden is concerned. I offered myself to talk with you."
Only then did she turn her body to face him. She trained her eyes on him, as she stood, rooted to that spot by the window, her hands clasped casually at her front. She knew that the Monsignor would only be able to make out her silhouette against the light raging outside with the storm.
Another step, he inched agonizingly slowly towards her, "Would you agree to talk with me, Sister?"
Finally she spoke up, "Talk about what?"
"How you have been corrupted. Doctor Arden feels that being in the institute has been damaging for you." he swallowed, briefly glancing down, when he returned his focus to her, she was there, right in front of him. He could see her features. Clearing his throat, the Monsignor continued and asked her, "Would you agree with the Doctor's words?"
He watched as her lips curled up into a sadistic smirk, her head moving slowly as she seemingly began to compose a sentence in response. As her head tilted to the right, he saw it. One of them, a creature from the woods. The Monsignor blinked rapidly, as if trying to clear his vision from a fog that may have caused this figure to appear there, in his peripheral, it would not dismiss itself.
"Come, my child." he insisted, reaching for Sister Mary Eunice's hand, leading her into a vacant office. An oil lamp lurked on a dusty filing cabinet to the left of the door. Closing and locking them in, the Monsignor twisted the knob on the base of the lamp, and squinted as it cast a murky glow around the room, until his eyes adjusted.
"You should have left it off..." she stated casually, leaning back against the desk, staring at him, "We're all together in the dark. What fun..." she smirked before turning her attention to something else.
The Monsignor only now saw some truth in Dr. Arden's words, it was true that Sister Mary Eunice was not her usual self. She was short, curt, and even cutting with her comments, not alike her infamous simple and some woud say, pure ways the staff at Briarcliff were used to. He cleared his throat and pushed his heavy frames back up onto the bridge of his nose, "Sister, you do realize that as a woman of the cloth, you renounced all acceptances for any sexual behaviours. Yet, during your stay at the Infirmary, you offered yourself in the eyes of God to our good Doctor..."
Throughout the entirety of the Monsignor's lecture, Sister Mary Eunice had kept her attention on her habit, looking down at her body, her smirk was unremitted, and as she turned her gaze up at him, she raised a brow, she was not really taking in what he was saying. Sister Eunice did not see fault in what she had done at the Infirmary.
"You do realize, Sister...there will be a punishment for this. Penance is also required on your behalf."
Her eyes glinted with the word. She turned her attention fully to the Monsignor now, "Punishment?" she questioned with her eyebrows raised, seemingly reverting to her usual manner; childlike and innocent. If she could, she would have developed a halo. The glow of lamp cast a warm crown around her golden hair, she was there, an essence of radiance.
"Yes, one is afraid so, Sister. Being a man of God, unfortunately, I have to condemn this behaviour and repent. Your sin, Sister. You must confess and ask for forgiveness." he nodded, watching her reactions. He inhaled dutifully as he took a moment to glance around the room, spying a wooden ruler on the desk beside her. Crossing the space between the door and desk, he reached for it and grasped it in rough hands before looking to her and slapping the edge against his palm slightly, "I do believe this is the method Sister Jude is usually inclined to use?"
"It's not big enough..." she replied, eyes raking over his body.
"It will have to make do for now, Sister. Punishment comes in all forms, this is possibly just a cog in a clock..."
"That's not what I'm talking about." she interrupted, "But, now that you're holding onto it, aren't you going to use it?" she asked, she smirked once again, this time teasing the Monsignor as she gripped her robe, easing it up. Sister Mary Eunice began slowly to turn, keeping her gaze upon the Monsignor as she lifted the black material, exposing her legs, the sheer black of her hosiery, then her creamy thighs.
The Monsignor swallowed, his throat was dry. He had not expected this reception from the good Sister. Having worked with her for almost two years, looking at her now was something he had never thought he would see; she was leaning over the desk, her habit inching rapidly towards her buttocks, and she was staring at him, urging him to punish her.
She could see his defences were crumbling under her wiles, and suddenly, she stopped moving the robe, "I know you enjoy it, Monsignor. The pleasure...I did. This morning, I touched myself. I sang out my pleasure, long and hard..." she allowed her lids to grow heavy for a brief moment before she continued, "You're waiting for red underneath all of this cloth, aren't you? I'm no Sister Jude, Monsignor...there will be no red lace nor satin, nor will there be plain briefs present."
"Sister, I urge you to control yourself." he managed to snap himself from this insanity playing before him.
"You're acting like you don't want it, Monsignor. I know you do. I know you give yourself over to pleasure regularly, don't let this be any different." her tone was low, gravelly as she urged him closer to her. Keeping her hand tugging on her habit, Sister Eunice turned herself around, seeing she was winning over the good Monsignor's appetite for lust. She pushed herself back onto the desk, her eyes locked with his as she smirked defiantly when he began to approach her.
Again, the Monsignor managed to reprimand himself and he furrowed his brows, "Sister, I was assigned to delivering your punishment, I..." he raised the ruler slightly and looked into her eyes.
"You won't need that, unless of course, you'd like me to measure you." she stated coldly, running her tongue across her lower lip to moisten it. Once again, she saw that she defeated his self control, he neared her again. Allowing her icy blue stare to falter momentarily as she drank in the sight of his body so close to hers gave her a thrill, and seeing he was teetering so close to breaking point, she spoke out, contributing to his demise, "I want you to take me."
At breakneck speed, the good Monsignor Timothy O'Hara lurched forwards, grabbing at Sister Mary Eunice's hips, tugging and pulling at her habit. His self-control was beyond breaking point, he had lost any control over it long before she had spoke out, offering herself to him now. She had been corrupted, and he enjoyed it, he was willing to take advantage of it while he could. He grappled with the belt around her waist, tugging at it to free her from the confines of the Cloth. Too much cloth, it had to go.
Sliding the woollen belt down her body, he freed her from her scapular, tugging it over her head and pulling off her veil and coif in the process. Buttons, all her saw was black material, and shiny coal-like buttons. It was then she assisted him, freeing each button from its respective hole, as he concentrated on removing his cassock and trousers. The Monsignor got as far as dropping his trousers and lifting his cassock, as he saw Sister Mary Eunice had given up on unbuttoning her habit, instead just lifting it around her waist, revealing her lack of briefs.
Pulling him close to her, she welcomed him into her body, gripping onto his arms, as his hands gripped her hips. He resisted the urge to brutally begin thrusting until he felt her legs either side of his pelvis, this awakened his senses, sending them reeling. It had been too long since his last sexual encounter, and her body was willing. Clutching onto the material at her hips, Monsignor initiated the assaults on her body. Thrusts, pounds, sending her body jerking upwards with each one making her cry out rawly, and as he looked down he saw her fingers finding the edge of the desk, clinging to the edge, knuckles turning white with the tension which caused him to smirk now.
She wanted to be taken, he would do just that.