Page 77 of Nun’s Prayer

“Listen, I don’t know what your mission is, but—”

“Silence!” Benjamin bellowed. “I’m in charge. You will obey me!”

Not fuckin’ likely, I thought mulishly.

“I’m going to bathe you. We can’t begin the process of reclaiming you for God until you’re clean.”

“Can we look inside your trailer first?” I asked.

Benjamin’s eyes narrowed. “You want a tour? Sure.” He grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me through the trailer. I screamed and kicked out at him, and he turned and slapped me with a meaty hand. Sneering, he bent down and cut my legs free, and wrapping my hair around his wrist, he forced me to stand.

I took note as he pulled me down the trailer. He’d partitioned it into sections. At the front was a place for him to park his SUV.

“That’s what I hit you with.” He laughed.

The next area was a kind of sitting room, including a TV, a sofa, and a compact kitchenette. Benjamin could live here easily. The sofa turned into a bed. There was a tiny room with a single bed, and beyond that the trophy room, leading into a bathroom. After that was his torture chamber. I swallowed hard. Finally, he showed me his embalming workshop.

Benjamin dragged me back to the shower. “Strip and clean yourself.”

“No!” I retorted.

Benjamin punched me, and I stumbled.

“I don’t like repeating myself, sinner.”

“I said no.”

His hand struck me again, and I knew my eye would close up. Shit. His hands tore at my clothes, and although I kicked out at him, I couldn’t stop him. He grunted as he cut them off me and stepped back.

Benjamin licked his fleshy lips and grinned. “Shame your sister didn’t look like you,” he stated.

“I’ll die before you rape me,” I hissed.

“Rape? No. I wouldn’t put my Rod of Righteousness into your dirty pussy. It’s not clean.”

I was definitely stunned because I was sure he’d just called his cock the Rod of Righteousness. I began giggling helplessly as I spluttered the words back at him. His hand hit me again, but I was unable to stop laughing. There was a hysterical tinge to it.

Benjamin uncuffed my hands from behind me and then re-cuffed them in front of me. He hooked my wrists over a hook and winched it until I was on tiptoes. Then he took a hose and began washing me down. I shrieked at the ice-cold water and tried to get away. Benjamin didn’t relent.

Eventually, he turned the hose off and grabbed a bottle of what smelled like disinfectant, which he scrubbed all over me with a stiff scrubbing brush. It broke my skin, and the disinfectant stung like crazy.

I screamed and kicked out again, but Benjamin blasted me in the face with the hose and proceeded to scrub. By the time he’d finished, I was a mass of raw flesh, and I was sore everywhere. Not even between my legs had been spared. My pussy hurt so much that when he released me, I fell because of the pain there.

“Dry yourself,” Benjamin ordered.

I obeyed, using the stiff towel he threw at me. It made my skin throb worse, but I kept my mouth shut.

“Move.”

“I need some clothes.”

“You haven’t earned them.”

“You expect me to walk around naked?” I checked.

“Yes.”

Fine. If he expected me to cower, he was wrong. Pulling on my experience, I shoved the pain away and locked it in a box. I hauled myself up and swaggered out of the bathroom. Benjamin followed close behind. He grabbed my neck and forced me into his torture room. He began bending me over a bench, and I started fighting back.