Lana groaned as she awoke, her head was spinning and her vision was unnaturally blurry.
Am I dead?
She looked around at the mixed colors of the room. Various dark colors swirled among a white background, she was almost sure she was dead. How could she not be? The memories of her last escape came back in waves, a headache forming. Her eyes finally came back into focus.
She was, unfortunately, very alive.
She turned her head slightly to the side, gasping sharply at the pain in her neck. Her eyes wandered around the room. She recognized the crucifixes on the wall and the dark habit tossed on the floor. She held in a sob. Sister Mary Eunice was standing in front of her dresser, looking into the mirror mounted on the wall. She was completely undressed. Lana could see her bandaging her shoulder, the deep hole from the bullet already scabbing over. The scene of her stumbling backward in the forest as Thredson fired the pistol replayed in her head. She snapped out of her thoughts, locking eyes with the nun in the mirror. She quickly turned away, groaning again at the pain in her neck. She lifted a hand up to feel the area, coming in contact with a damp bandage.
"Quit moving. You'll just make it worse." Mary Eunice watched her through the mirror, finishing her bandaging and opening one of the drawers of the dresser. Without turning her neck, Lana looked at the nun. She couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the sight of the woman, not used to the pale skin, contrasting greatly with her usual black habit. She was surprised at how long her golden hair was. How it fell gracefully down her back. Mary Eunice turned to face her, resting her back against the dresser, crossing her arms.
"Wandering eyes will get you nothing Ms. Winters. Not here anyways."
Lana returned her eyes to looking at the ceiling. "Shouldn't I be in the infirmary Sister?" Her voice was accusing in tone. "I assume I will be sent to Sister Jude for punishment after this wound heals."
The blonde walked over to Lana, sitting down next to her on the edge of the mattress. Lana strained to keep her eyes away from the girl's figure, her own feelings of loneliness starting to influence her thoughts. She only glanced to look at the bandages on her shoulder. The nun brushed a few strands of hair out of Lana's face. She smiled before grabbing Lana's chin, wrenching it to the side to force Lana to look at her. Her grip was incredibly strong, and Lana breathed heavily through her nose, her hands grabbing at Mary Eunice's. The nun's eyes were blue for a moment, and Lana watched as they transitioned to black before becoming alight with golden flame-like rays. She must have been hallucinating.
"Oh no Ms. Winters, you're exactly where you're supposed to be." Lana continued to grab at her hand, grunting as the neck wound burned and the pressure on her face increased. Mary Eunice twisted Lana's head to the other side, exposing the wound. Lana let out as much of a scream as she could. "And I wouldn't dare hand you over to Judy. Not when I have you right where I want you." She released Lana's chin with a small push backward. "But trust me, this will be a lot more fun for you than running off with poor little Oliver." Her eyes faded back to blue.
Mary Eunice stood and pulled out a new set of clothes from her dresser. She quickly pulled on her habit and sat on the edge of the bed to pull up her stockings. Lana sat up, tossing her legs off the side of the bed as Mary Eunice finished.
Without thinking of the repercussions, Lana glared at the nun. "You can't possibly keep me here. The others will notice my absence. Sister Jude sure will." Mary Eunice breathed out a small laugh while pulling a coif off of her dresser. She started to pin her hair beneath it when Lana stood.
"What crawled up your ass and died Sister? When I first arrived here you were seemingly heaven sent. You're either a Hollywood grade actress, or one sick twist."
Mary Eunice finished adjusting her coif and brushed off her habit, her back still to Lana. She adjusted her crucifix necklace and spun around. Lana clenched her jaw, her hands in fists at her sides.
"Do you want me to be nice, Lana? Is that what you want?" She stepped closer, expecting Lana to recoil, but was surprised as Lana stayed rooted to the spot.
"I can be nice Lana."
The taller woman towered above Lana, bringing a hand softly to her cheek, stroking her thumb across her skin. Lana fiercely held eye contact. "Is this what you want?" She cooed. "Isn't this what you've been craving? The touch, of a woman?" She dragged her thumb over Lana's lips. Her hand trailed downward, making a path down her neck to her collarbone. She stopped, hearing Lana's breathing speed up. She slowly inched her lips closer to Lana's.
"See? I can be very nice Lana."
The brunette felt herself faltering. Her breathing was heavy, and despite her opinions on the sadistic nun in front of her, her lust started to have a greater impact on her thoughts. She could practically feel Mary Eunice's lips they were so close, and her eyes slipped closed.
There was a loud crack that echoed through the room, and Lana opened her eyes. She was on the floor of the room, both her neck and her cheek were on fire. Mary Eunice's chastity ring had cut her face when she delivered a menacing blow with her backhand. Lana pushed herself up, spitting out a bit of blood. She had bitten her tongue.
"Get up." Mary Eunice adjusted her ring.
"Fuck you." Lana spat.
Mary Eunice giggled, pushing Lana over with her foot onto her back. "I'm sure you'd like that. But only good girls get to touch. My kindness is reserved only for those who are obedient." Lana groaned, her face and neck going numb from the pain. "Maybe now you will reconsider your words next time."
Mary Eunice stretched out a hand and pulled Lana to her feet. She brushed the woman off, wiping the blood from her cheek. "Now Lana, you're going to go into the day room. And you're going to talk with Mr. Walker and whomever else you wish. You can smoke, you can write your silly little notes, you can even play checkers for all I care. But you will not leave. Understood?" Lana wanted to object, but the stinging feeling of her cheek told her to hold her tongue. She would find a way out, but not now. She simply nodded, her eyes cast low. A part of her felt defeated.
"Good. I will collect you once I've finished my errands." She led Lana outside the room and locked her door behind them before accompanying Lana to the day room. "This is going to be very fun for you Lana, once you learn to listen. I promise." She smirked and continued down the hallway, away from Lana as she weakly entered the crowded room. The French tune flooded her ears, almost drowning out the screams inside her head.