Nephilim and the Nun

•Chapter Seven•

Adina
I walked into the basement with a paper bag containing the prisoner's meal. Once again, Mother Mary had asked me to deliver his meal, and even when Mother Theresa had tried to intervene, she'd informed her that the man wasn't harmful and would soon be taken out of the basement. Reluctantly, mother Theresa had let me go, strictly warning me to get back as soon as I was done.

Inwardly, I was glad to be seeing the man who has been repeatedly starring in my dreams, again. At this point, I was beginning to see him as a friend. A smile took over my face as I stepped towards where he's chained but the moment I laid eyes on him, I came to a halt, my eyes bulging out of their sockets and a gasp escaping my lips.

The once chained man was standing on his feet with no chains or shackles holding him down and with his soul-searching eyes burning through me.

"H-how did you get free?" I asked, taking a step back.

The mischievous glint in his eyes somehow sent shivers down my spine from fear and curiosity.

"You should be more worried about how you'll escape from my hold, angel," he responded, his voice a deep rumble that sent an exciting thrill down my body.

For a short moment, I stared into his dark eyes, my heart racing. I calculated the distance between us and glanced at my exit. He was much bigger than he looked when he was chained. Standing at almost a foot and five inches above me, I knew my chances of escaping from this man were as thin as a rail.

He took a step towards me and I gulped, taking a step back myself.

"Angel..." he growled the pet name in a voice that sent a delicious shiver down my lower stomach. I felt a sudden ache I had never felt before. "You wouldn't run away from me, would you?" he smiled wickedly, slowly approaching me with open arms.

His words only increased my heart rate. I needed to get away from him. Without responding to his question, I let go of the paper bag in my hold and spun around, meaning to dash out of the basement but before I could take two steps, he was unto me, wrapping an iron fist around my waist and hauling me against him until my back was pressed to his chest and the heat of his warm skin sipping into me through my habit.

"Let me go!" I screamed, kicking in his arms.

"Calm down, angel," he whispered in my ear in a soothing voice, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Please, let me go,"

"Do you mean that?" he asked, rubbing his nose along my neck in repeated patterns with his warm breath fanning my skin and causing my hairs to raise.

"Y-yes,"

"We'll see,"

Although I couldn't see his face, I heard the amusement dripping from his words. Before I could protest further, he threw me over his shoulder, bearing down on my small frame with a heavy arm to keep me in place and began walking out of the basement.

"Let me go, you son of Lucifer!" I kicked, wiggling against him but he only chuckled.

"It's Uriel, baby,"

He delivered a hard slap to my rear end.
"And you'll remain still unless you want me to show you how to tame a brat. And my cock wouldn't mind that,"

Those words were enough to make me still but his name kept ringing in my head_Uriel.

The loud clanking of a bell coupled with the consistent pounding of my room door and the feminine voice yelling out my name pulled me from the deep throes of sleep. Hastily, I shot up to a sitting position, trying to clear off the sleepy haze and get a hold of my environment but the incessant knocking resumed before mother Theresa's angry voice broke through my haze.

"Adina, you better hurry up and be in church for the mass. If you get in there even a second late, you'll face the consequences of sleeping like a log," she bit out before the sounds of her retreating steps sailed into my ears.

Even after she left, I remained seated on my bed, still trying to gather the memories of my dream.

"Uriel..." I muttered in a barely audible voice, clearly remembering how he'd said it.

Once again, the gong clanked, throwing me off my haze into reality with mother Theresa's words suddenly hitting me.

"Oh God,"

I jumped to my feet, quickly wearing my habit and dashing out of my room towards the church as a few other nuns also hurried to meet up. Luckily for me, I stepped into the old gothic building the moment mass began. Releasing a deep breath while also panting from how fast I'd run to meet up, I slumped into the nearest bench as we began to recite the hail Mary.

But halfway through it, I stuttered, missing the words and becoming too confused and lost to continue from where I'd stopped, all because I had just one thing in mind_Uriel.

While the dream continued to roam around my head, I haven't exactly forgotten my last encounter with him in the basement the previous evening.

H-he... He'd made me touch him and had released white sticky liquid into my palm. Thinking of it alone had my heart racing, a chill of terror running down my spine.

I'd committed a sin. I must be dirty to the Lord.

These thoughts have been on my mind from the moment I ran out of the basement. I couldn't count the number of times I'd recited the hail Mary just to appease the Lord and be granted Mercy. But it still hasn't stopped me from feeling dirty. Yet, I still can't stop the thrill that runs through me and the strange unknown sensation that made my stomach coil in a sweet delicious way whenever I recall how he'd moaned when I'd wrapped my fingers around his huge member.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I'd forgotten where I was until the hymn being sung drifted into my ears.

Oh Lord...

Quickly, I shook off the dirty thoughts and struggled to focus on the church program. A while later, I was at the pantry to get my breakfast while inwardly plotting a means of delivering the prisoner's food. After all I've heard regarding the plans to drug him and transport him to the lab, I need to confirm his identity and how he got caught so I'll know if he's worth helping. And to do that, I'll need to get answers from him when he's in control of himself.

"Your meal is not yet served, Adina," mother Mary informed me.

"Oh, that's fine, mother. I'm free this morning so I came around to check if you needed help with any chores," I smiled sweetly at her.

"That's wonderful and very thoughtful of you, my child."

"It's my duty,"

"Will you mind taking food down to the basement for the prisoner? Oh, I forgot Theresa wouldn't let her dear child go to that scary place," she laughed and I played along, sunning my teeth.

"I can do that, mother. The prisoner is now completely harmless. In fact, I took water to him yesterday,"

"Are you sure, Adina? Theresa wouldn't be pleased,"

"Stop worrying about me, mother. I'm no longer the little girl I used to be. I can take good care of myself and the Lord is with me. I'm sure mother Theresa will understand I was helping out with the workload,"

My words made her smile brightly as she began to pack his meal.

"Very well, dear. Take this to him,"

She handed it to me and I bowed respectfully before exiting the pantry, ready to put my plan into action_to dispose of the drugged food.