"Miss Taylor, go to your room. Immediately." Sister Mary Eunice instructed her and Rio did as she was told, after seeing the look in the nun's eyes. Once inside her own bed, she realized how tired she was and fell right asleep. Some time passed and Christmas came.
On Christmas morning, Rio found sister Mary Eunice decorating their common room. A large Christmas tree, filled with personal belongings of the inmates. Rio saw the Monsignor approach her and walked over to a man in a Santa suit, so she could watch them while sitting with him. Timothy had avoided her since their outburst, cancelling the appointments they had with sister Mary Eunice again and again.
"Why don't you come and sit on my lap, girlie?" The man in the Santa suit asked her with a dirty grin. Rio nodded and crawled in his lap, she no longer cared. She needed touch, any touch. She would have expected her adventure with Timothy to sate her desires, but they were far worse now.
She could see the Monsignor obviously praising the nun, glancing in their direction a moment or two while he did. And she noticed the envy in the eyes of the nun, envy because Rio got there first. Not that it had been a race to Rio, she just followed her instincts. What else was she going to do?
"What do you say, we blow this pop stand, go savage a few elves and then suck on each other, hmm?" The Santa Clause asked Rio and she got up with a frown, hearing that Timothy and Mary Eunice referred to him as 'Leigh Emerson'. She asked him to stay for their party, but the man declined.
"Oh no, sister, like the mythical jolly old elf, I, too, have more than one visit on this festive night. But I am happy and grateful to leave Briarcliff in your capable hands." He said as he grabbed her hands for a moment. Rio scoffed and made a vomiting noise. "Miss Taylor, is there anything you'd like to add? Or would you prefer to spend Christmas locked in your room?" Timothy asked her in a harsh voice and Rio narrowed her eyes at him. This was the second person in this place to tug at her heartstrings and then drop her as if she were garbage. "I'd rather spend it locked in yours." She said out loud, in a husky voice and then walked away from them.
The Monsignor was about to follow her, to reprimand her for speaking to him in such a manner, but they were all distracted by Frank falling from the ladder and Leigh trying to attack several of the orderlies. Luckily he was restrained and brought to a cell. While Mary Eunice concocted a plan to get back at Jude with dr. Arden, Timothy dragged Rio out of the common room and into his office.
"What is the matter with you! You do not speak to me in such a manner! Especially not while the others can hear!" He rumbled once he slammed the door behind them. Rio sighed and shook her head. "I can't believe you. You use me like that and then abandon me? I thought.."
"You thought what? That we were going to be a couple in love? Play footsie during church sermons?" He yelled at her, eyes sparked with anger and frustration. "Like you said, this was a long time coming, we were weak and now we can move on, that's it!" Rio's eyes filled with tears, but she turned away from him so he wasn't able to see.
"I trust that we won't have to have this talk again. Stay out of my way, stay out of everybody's way so you don't cause trouble. You've been enough trouble as it is." The man stated calmly, giving her a look of disgust, even though she could not see it.
"Then why? Why did you care so much when I went out with Jude?" Rio asked him a broken voice. "I did not care at all. Other matters had my attention and frustrated me. You were…convenient."
Rio turned around and slapped him across the face. When he looked back at her, he let out a bitter laugh. The look he gave her was a pitying one, a mixture of disgust and sympathy. As if she was a fish on dry land, desperately trying to stay alive.
"Rio, please. Did you honestly think this would have worked out? I trust I can count on your discretion. Now get out." He spat, staring at her intently from behind his desk, the smoke from his freshly lit cigarette twirling around him. The girl breathed in deep, trying to push the hurt away. With a final nod, she turned around and left the office. She didn't see the utterly crushed and defeated look on the face of the holy man, nor did she know that he had intentionally broke her heart, to keep her at bay. There was guilt, so much guilt, over what they shared. He was a man of the church, how could he justify this to himself?
Overcome with questions, Rio ran through the hallways and heard sister Jude call out for help from inside her office. She ran to the door and wanted to open it up, but was stopped by doctor Arden. "Look, a rat. What do we do with rats, sister?" He asked the nun, appearing behind him. "We dispose of them." The nun answered him with a void look in her eyes. Without another word, doctor Arden dragged her away from the office. Along the way, they ran into Oliver Thredson. He smiled eerily at Rio and then looked at doctor Arden, holding her arm firmly.
"Doctor Arden? I can't imagine miss Taylor doing anything to deserve this treatment?" Doctor Arden seemed a little taken back, not knowing what he was supposed to say. "Miss Taylor was in the way, as she mostly is." He tried to convince them and Rio pulled her arm away from his grip. "Fuck you." She spat at him. His jaw dropped, as did that of Oliver. "I'm so sick of men telling me I am in the way. I am leaving this asylum, I won't be in anybody's way anymore!"
Neither of them objected, for their own reasons. Oliver was on his way to see Lana, to secure her silence. Arthur was securing his loyalty towards the possessed sister Mary Eunice. Rio scoffed. "That's what I thought. Who gives a damn, right?"
The girl started to run, tears streaming down her face as she thought of her options. If she left, Tony would never find her. Even if he would be able to come here, nobody would know where Rio had run off to…but staying was no option, it was hurt, pain, suffering.
Rio walked past the little chapel and heard the splashing of water, accompanied by grunts of panic and despair. Without hesitating for a moment, the girl ran inside and found Leigh Emerson holding the Monsignor under water. Obviously Timothy had attempted to give him a baptism and failed miserably.
Before the girl could cry out for help, he had thrown himself at her, quickly knocking her unconscious. A faint scream woke the girl for a few moments, but only for that. Soon she fainted again and woke up properly in the hospital wing. With a groan, Rio sat up and felt that her stomach turned unto a knot when she laid eyes on the bed next to her.
"Timothy! Are you alright?" She called out, not even taking into account that the man had been asleep. His eyes twitched and he let out some vowel sounds before fluttering his eyes back open. "Rio…Jude…was right…Leigh…" Rio nodded, tears springing to her eyes. "Yeah, he attacked me too, I…" Her words fell silent when she saw his hands. There were completely covered in bandages and it gave Rio an idea of what Leigh had done to the Monsignor in the chapel. Quickly she scrambled to her feet and sat on her knees next to his bed, gently cupping a bandaged hand in her own.
"I'm so glad I found you in time, who knows what would have happened!" She said as the tears poured down her face now. "Silly girl, why do you cry over me?" He asked her weakly, lifting his free hand to gently caress her cheek. "You know why.." Rio said in a broken voice and leaned forward.
"I know why." A stern voice called out and Rio gasped, jumping to her feet when she heard sister Mary Eunice speak to them like that. "Do you want me to enlighten you both, father Howard? Or would that be stating the obvious?" She went on, in an innocent voice, as she walked towards them. When neither of them answered, she grinned.
"Yes, stating the obvious, that wouldn't do much good, would it? No, we need to solve a thing or two here. I need to secure my future. And yours, Timothy. On top of that, we need miss Taylor out of way, don't we? Secure she doesn't have a future, if you will." Mary Eunice stated and chuckled when she saw their surprised faces. "Oh come now, we all know what happened during that exorcism. And we all benefited from it. Remember?" Her voice turned husky and both Rio and the Monsignor avoided their gaze, their eyes filled with shame.
"But three's a crowd. I no longer need you spoiling my plans, Rio. So I am going to give our dear friend here a choice." She explained, nodding in Timothy's direction. "You can either join my side, Monsignor, so we can rule this institution together or I rule it alone, kill you and send miss Taylor off for an appointment of electric shock therapy."
Rio let out a sound of utter shock and the nun rolled her eyes. "Don't be dramatic, it won't kill you. It will just erase your mind. So if your dear imaginary Tony will come for you, you won't be able to recognize him. And that, my dear, will be reason enough for us to keep him here as well."
"What if he agrees with you, what will happen to me then?" Rio asked her, taking deep breaths to try and keep herself calm.
"Well, then we'd just send you away, my dear. To a school for wayward girls. Where you can be spanked over and over, sexually assaulted even. Isn't that your big turn on?"
"N-No."
Sister Mary Eunice turned her head to see where the rejection came from and Timothy sat up to speak more clearly. "No. You will not hurt her. I will not stand for it."
The nun laughed. A very unpleasant sound to Rio. "You will not stand at all, Timothy! Look at yourself! Do you really think you are in any position to go against me? You can take your pick, I either have her little mind erased or send her off to some other devious asylum where she can get all those dirty fantasies fulfilled. It doesn't matter to her who gives her a beating, as long as it happens! And you, my dear boy, can fulfil your dirty fantasies with me…"
As she spoke, she moved to the bed and straddled the man, grinding her crotch onto his. The man moaned and tried to push her off. With a cackle, Mary Eunice used her powers to pin his arms above his head. When Rio tried to pull her off, she bared her teeth at the girl. She instantly flew against the wall next to them, so she had a good view of what was going on.
"Do you want to watch me fuck him?" The nun asked her, grinding on the man even harder. "N-No.." Rio whimpered sadly. "Then do as I say, give in to my wishes. There is an orderly right outside the door. He is here to either take you to that school or have your mind erased, take your pick. But know this, girl. I will have him either way. The only choice you have here is if you stay to watch. I will give you 10 seconds. If you do not choose to go to that other institution, you will watch me fuck the good out of him and then you will fry."
This no longer resembled the shy, frightful nun Rio had come to know and care for, all the kindness disappeared from her face and only hate and determination were left.
"If you do anything to her, I will never obey you." Timothy spoke up, between his panting and moaning. "I will keep disobeying or even end my own life if I have to, just so you can't hide behind me anymore. You picked a body, but a wrong one, didn't you? If only you had picked a man…" The priest mused underneath Mary Eunice and chuckled miserably. Rio was touched by how much he was willing to sacrifice for her safety.
"RIO! Rio! Where are you?! Get over here! We just have 30 seconds left!" She heard a very familiar voice scream out and her jaw dropped. "Tony! It's Tony!" The girl whimpered and felt herself in utter confusion. Would she go back? Without Timothy? Would she be able to? If Mary Eunice would allow her back to her own time, she'd have Timothy all to herself and all her problems would be solved. Or would she want to be cruel and keep both her and Tony here?
That last question was quickly answered when Rio felt herself fall to the floor, no longer under the influence of Mary Eunice's hold. The nun called in the orderly that had been waiting outside the door.
"Bill! Come in! Take miss Taylor to the surgery room, for her dose of electricity! And that madman that is calling out for her, restrain him and give him a room! I will deal with him later."
At this point, both Rio and the Monsignor started to object, but to no avail. The orderly Bill was stronger than Rio and dragged her out of the room, completely ignoring the fact that one of the nuns was straddling a priest.
"No, stop!" Rio cried out, desperately trying to get away. "Don't take him from me, please! Let me remember him!" She wasn't even sure what nonsense she was babbling at this point, all she knew was that Timothy meant a great deal to her.
"Rio!" Tony called out the moment he laid eyes on her, firing a blaster gun at the orderly that was holding her. Rio kept her head down but was knocked out by the blow anyway. "Aw, come on, Dexter, don't do this to me!" Tony called out desperately and shot forward to drag Rio's body back towards the door he came through. "Clock's ticking!" He groaned as he realized the worm hole would only be open a few more seconds. Something tripped him over and it took every sliver of will power for Tony Stark to crawl towards the now closing wormhole.
Sister Mary Eunice rode the Monsignor while all of this chaos occurred, grinning in satisfaction that she had finally found her way into his bed. He was a good looking man, after all, there were worse ways to reach the top. She was sure she would could convince him to take her side this way, now that Rio was out of the picture. With a strangled moan, the man spilled herself inside of the sister as a bright light filled the room, accompanied by a loud crackling noise.
"That bitch! She is escaping!" The nun growled and jumped from the bed, running out of the room, leaving Timothy sobbing on the bed. What had he done? What had become of him? The woman he cared for just jumped out of his life and he let the woman ruining his life rape him.
When Mary Eunice saw the broom closet that Rio initially rolled out of, the nun knew that she was too late. It was filled with smoke and several items had rolled out, on fire. She hesitated a few moments, wondering what she was going to do. She could return to Timothy, force him to lead the both of them on a path of success, but she knew deep inside that he wouldn't go for it. She didn't see his future. His life here would probably end soon. Or worse, he would end hers. The nun ran down the stairs as fast as she could and out of the front door of the asylum, cackling as loud as she could.