Sister Chastity has newly arrived at the Saint Agnes Convent after suffering a horrible accident during which her leg was injured and she suffered memory loss. Fortunately however she quickly makes friends with Sister Angelica and others, finding fo...
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The heavy oak doors of the convent creaked open as Sister Chastity stepped into the hallowed halls. She tucked a loose strand of her black hair behind her veil, a head covering designed to maintain her modesty, and straightened her gold crucifix above her breasts. She breathed out a sigh and took a deep breath. The scent of aged wood and incense lingered in the air, welcoming her to a sanctuary of serenity.
Sister Angelica, with her black habit flowing gracefully around her youthful body and her face framed by a traditional black wimple, approached with a warm smile that reached her kind, sky blue eyes. Her long blonde hair could be seen sticking out the bottom of her wimple, suggesting to Chastity that the wimple was worn mostly to hide her long hair.
"Sister Chastity, welcome to the St. Agnes Convent," Sister Angelica exclaimed, her voice welcoming and cheerful. "We are overjoyed to have you here."
Sister Chastity gave her a slightly hesitant smile and inclined her head in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Sister Angelica. It's an honour to be a part of this sacred community. I only just learned of this convent very recently. It was soon after my accident-"
"As it was for me following what happened at a well, but thankfully I was soon quite well. After I recovered I decided to stay here and assist in the recovery of anyone else who comes here due to illness or accidents," whispered Sister Angelica. "You should be able to relax and recover here from the incident, just like I did. Come! Let me give you a tour of the grounds."
As Sister Angelica walked through the stone corridors and past the various courtyards they were joined by two others. The first was the Mother Superior, an African woman wearing a wimple who was younger than Sister Chastity had been expecting, but her eyes were still full of wisdom and grace. The second was Father Benedict, whose youthful face was stoic and handsome, and his steely grey eyes were both solemn yet sparked of cruelty. Sister Chastity took an instant dislike to him.
"Sister Chastity, we've been praying for your swift recovery after that unfortunate accident," the Mother Superior spoke with a soft yet commanding tone.
Sister Chastity nodded, her brow furrowing slightly as she tried to recall the incident involving the horse and carriage. "Thank you, Mother. It's all a bit hazy in my mind."
Father Benedict nodded. "God works in mysterious ways. Perhaps this is a sign for you to find solace and purpose here." His eyes glittered as he looked Sister Chastity up and down as if she was a slab of meat in a butcher shop.
As the trio continued the welcoming procession, they arrived at a small prayer room adorned with religious artwork. Hot tea had been served in delicate porcelain cups, but Sister Chastity didn't feel particularly thirsty and so declined to have any. She settled down into the plush green velvet chairs that had thick sturdy wooden backs and were wholly uncomfortable.
The Mother Superior spoke softly, her eyes filled with compassion. "Tell us, Sister Chastity, how are you feeling now?"
Sister Chastity sighed, her eyes distant. "Physically, my leg is certainly healing. But my memory is like a foggy mirror and I get these horrible headaches when I try to recall what happened. I can't seem to recall the details of the accident or what happened with the horse and carriage. It all happened so fast."
Father Benedict offered her a reassuring smile, but his eyes lingered on Sister Chastity's crucifix and taut breasts. "In time, the fog will lift, my child. Patience is a virtue."
The Mother Superior and Father Benedict excused themselves, leaving Sister Angelica alone with Sister Chastity. As the door closed, Sister Angelica's demeanour shifted almost immediately, and a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes.
"Welcome to purgatory, Sister Chastity," she quipped, her small giggle echoing in the tiny room.
Sister Chastity gave a light chuckle, feeling a warmth in her breast and a newfound kinship with the fellow nun. "I suppose it's better than the alternative."
With that, they shared a moment of levity, finding comfort in the camaraderie that awaited them both within the sacred walls of St. Agnes Convent.
"Don't worry about them, they're not as strict as you might think," Sister Angelica confided, her hand touching Sister Chastity's neck and sliding up towards her thigh. The motion caught the younger nun off guard and confused her about Angelica's intentions.
Was she just being friendly and affectionate? Or was this a sign of sexual aggression?
A moment later Sister Angelica removed her hand, placing them once more in her lap in a prayer position. Yet Sister Chastity found herself looking longingly at her fingers, and her lips.
Something has changed since the accident, she pondered. Life is too short.
Sister Angelica took her hand and helped her to stand. "Come. Let me show you to your chambers."
