Chapter Twenty-Four
This shamed her more than anything she’d yet endured. She was crying when he pulled away and stuffed himself back into his pants. “You have spent three weeks being controlled. It’s time for you to learn some control now.”
Didn’t he understand she couldn’t help it? It had been too much. He’d pushed too far. Anger bubbled inside. “I’m sorry, Father Monroe, but…”
“You will have to be punished for this, you understand? For pissing before I told you to and for, again, referring to yourself as ‘I’.”
“But it hurt. It hurt and I had to go!!” She clenched her fists, forgetting how ridiculous she probably looked still sitting on the toilet, her face blotchy from crying.
“And again you do it. I, I, I. Is that all you think about?” he retorted.
His anger frightened and con
