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Sister Mary HELL-ena, Part One.
The doors slammed shut in front of her. It was dark and dank and hot with the press of bodies so close together. The girl turned, only to see a pack of devils leering at her.
They charged.
Hands were all over her fragile body, not caring if they hurt her or how she screamed. And she was screaming. Blue bloody murder. Still, the hands persisted. When she started crying, she heard a voice.
“Enough.” Said a rough, bass voice that cut like a whip.
“Aw, come on, Freddy!” one of the in-mates whined. “We saw her first!”
“I said that’s enough.” A man, not attractive by any means, but with the blue eyes of a heroic soldier and blonde hair to match, stepped into Sister Mary Helena’s line of sight. He looked furious. She automatically shrank back in fear. He noticed the movement and frowned.
“She’s mine.” He insisted stubbornly. The in-mates looked mutinous, but gave up and went to their own private corners.
“Th-thank you.” Sister Mary Helena stuttered.
“Nothing in this life is for free.” Freddy said, holding out his hand.
She hesitated.
“Would you rather be fucked by a mob, or by me, bitch?” He snapped.
She hesitantly slid her hand into his.
“That’s my piglet.” He said, pulling her to his bed.
When they found her after the holidays, she was dehydrated, pregnant, but alive. True to his word, Freddy had shielded her from the others, with almost animalistic intent, snarling whenever anyone got too close for his liking.
For that fact alone, she chose, if her order permitted, to name his child after him.
They did not allow it without a fight.
“That is no child of God!” Her superiors hissed at her.
“You are no longer a nun, you whore!” Her peers jeered.
But it was when they tried to take her baby away from her, that Sister Mary Helena truly died, and Amanda Krueger rose in her place.
She recovered quickly, found her child in the nursery, and left the order without a single backward glance.
Glancing at his pudgy baby face, she smiled a little. “You look like your papa, Freddy Krueger.”