Page 38 of Nun’s Prayer

“Yes!” Marion exclaimed.

A huge grin spread across my face. “Marion. I’m not a client!”

Marion looked at me in surprise, and then her expression showed relief. “I knew it; no daughter of mine would be so deviant. Praise the Lord!”

“Marion. I fuckin’ designed it. I own and manage the club. As a dominant, I placed every single piece of furniture, chose all the wallpaper, picked every sex toy and swing. I selected the sex furniture there. That place is entirely built from my dreams and imagination, and I have my own private dungeon there,” I stated gleefully. “I even had some adapted pieces made to my personal design.”

“What?” Marion grasped her pearls as my sister’s eyes widened. My lone brother-in-law was suddenly looking at me far differently than he had been. Yeah, I wouldn’t touch him with a full hazmat suit on.

“I manage and own the club. And I use it at least once a week. My submissive is perfectly trained to fulfil my every need,” I cooed.

“You’re beyond redemption!” Keith roared.

“I couldn’t care less. Who the hell wants your idea of redemption? Certainly not me. None of you means anything to me; it’s been ten years, and I still can’t stand the sight of you. You disgust me. Hell, I don’t even get why you’re here?”

“We hoped to return you to your calling, but you’re lost to us,” Marion cried.

“It was never my fuckin’ calling!” I screamed at them. They stepped back, shocked at my vehemence. “I was a seven-year-old child who was sold into slavery. Nobody cared what I wanted to do. You all left me alone with a psychotic, narcissistic lunatic who’d masturbate to a child’s pain. Yeah, that’s right, that’s what your precious sister did. There was nothing religious about that! You think I’d actually want to return to that life? All the suffering it inflicted on me? Why on earth would I choose that!”

Agony bled through me, tears sprang to my eyes, and my nose became stuffed as I fought not to cry. My fists clenched as I locked my knees in place to stop me from curling into a ball and sobbing.

“Look at you! Just take a good look at yourselves! Children are meant to be loved, cared for, and protected. Neither of you did that. You’re so concerned with outward appearances you neglected us four girls until we were useful!” I screamed.

“It was God’s plan!” Marion yelled.

“The fuck it was. Edith aimed to be a teacher, a righteous career and so rewarding. You drummed that out of her. Who knows what genius she might have discovered and nurtured, potentially making the world a better place. Catherine wanted to be a midwife; all those babies she could have helped birth. Hillary dreamed of being an ASL interpreter. All those deaf children she could have given words to. And you married them off because, according to you both, their only value was their pussy!” I shouted in her face. The agony was unfolding, and I was letting it out. I wouldn’t hold this in anymore.

“How dare you!” Keith spluttered.

“God gave them dreams and skills beyond lying on their backs and getting fucked. And you took them all away. That’s abuse. Whether you realise it or not, you’re abusive assholes. Did you ever ask what my dream was? No? You never fuckin’ asked. I wanted to be a vet. Instead, you decided at seven years old that I was going to be your sacrificial lamb and become a nun. You placed me in the hands of that sadistic monster who beat the shit out of me. And even when you saw the scars in the pictures and were faced with my medical reports, you still denied it!” I screeched, leaning into Marion’s face.

“Take that back about my sister!” Marion screamed.

“The fuck I will! It’s the damn truth, but you’d not accept it because you can’t deal with it! You, Keith, and that bitch are all abusive. And you three, you’re following exactly what she did. Let me guess. She’s eyeing one of your kids to replace me already!” I yelled at Edith, who paled. “How old is she? Have you talked to her about what she wants her life to look like? Or are you going to be Marion’s clone and force her into a future she doesn’t want?”

“It’s better than being a whore like you!” Keith retorted.

I held Edith’s eyes. “Is it? I have free choice; I can choose a burger or steak. Nobody decides when I wake up or what job I do. Nothing is forced on me. If I want to attend college and be useful to society and not just to a man for my cunt, then I can. No one’s going to beat me for not remembering a certain passage in the Bible. We are born with free will, and those two,” I point at Marion and Keith, “stole it from all of us.

“And you’re all doing the same with your children. Grow a spine; protect the children you’re meant to love. Have you three ever heard your kids truly laugh in sheer joy? I bet you ain’t. And that is a crying shame. Because every child should wake up excited and bounce down the stairs overjoyed to see their parents!”

Edith and Catherine flinched. My words had hit home. Hillary kept praying—she was a lost cause.

“You might not like my lifestyle; you don’t have to. But I live it on my terms. You get one shot at life; there are no second chances. I’m going to enjoy it to the full. You carry on being dried-out husks and bitter bitches. You’re miserable because you lack a spine. Christ, your kids deserve so much more. Mothers who’d fight for them and stop this abusive cycle.”

“That’s enough!” Charles cried out and started swinging. Before he landed a punch, Blue was there and launching his own.

“Nobody touches my woman!” he yelled.

Keith sidestepped him and reached for me, but Priest knocked him backwards. I watched Blue and Priest deal them both a beating they’d not forget.

My sisters and Marion tried to pull them off, but they met my real siblings, who slapped them about. My brother-in-law held his arms up like a true coward.

Blue put Charles on his ass and began kicking him. He was so lost in anger; he was at risk of killing him. “Blue, Blue, come on,” I pulled on his arm. Blue didn’t listen and kept going. Christ!

“Property, assume, kneel. Pet, kneel!” I bellowed. Blue reacted first and dropped to his knees, keeping his legs together and resting his palms face down on his muscled thighs. Seconds later, Priest followed. I ran my hand over Blue’s head as he stared hatefully at Charles.

“Good boys,” I praised. “That, assholes, is control, not through fear of punishment or being beaten into submission. It’s because they trust me not to hurt them; they can relinquish everything to me and know they are safe. That’s something none of you will ever understand.”