(Helena's POV)
"Either you're into b**m or your husband is just a plain piece of s**t. Oops. Sorry for the word." Sister Margaret sat across me, clutching the teacup tightly in her hands. I stared at her. You don't see cursing nuns around often, you know.
I rubbed my wrists which were still bruised from being chained all night.
"No." I shrugged. "I actually want to thank you." I'm actually glad that she came and freed me from my chains. I'm sure Axcell won't do anything rash in front of his childhood friend.
"So where is Axcell?" She said in a monotone voice.
"At work. He usually arrives at six." It's only 9:00 am.
"Good." She smiled and stood up. Her black habit is like a solid shadow surrounding her.
I suddenly felt a chill running down on my spine.
"Aren't you going to talk to h
