At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter Two

Today was the same as the others: lunch, do homework and help the sisters with the litlle children. Now it's almost six at night, and as a rule of the institution we have to attend a chapel for prayer. Because it is an institution linked to the church and coordinated by Father Manuel, who is the director of the orphanage, I even understand this rule and as I do not want to receive a punishment, I go to meet everyone. When inside the chapel I realize that everyone is already on site and this time the children do not make noise, and neither can, we must respect the sacred place.

On the pulpit is Father Manuel preparing for prayer. The priest is a gentleman with a protruding belly that can be observed even wearing a cassoemo. As soon as I enter he looks at me in a way that I can not explain, and with this look follows all my steps and it makes me nervous, with it I hasten my steps to sit and hide from his eyes, however the only vacant place is right in his view, in the first row. I go to the place and even not looking at it I feel that your eyes are on me and it makes me uncomfortable, and when I'm like this I have the habit of closing my hand and squeezing hard, feeling the pain of my nails in contact with my skin, it allows me to forget what is going on and focus only on the pain.

It wasn't the first time he's done this, it's been a while since the priest has had this strange habit of staring at me anywhere. The first time I thought I had done something wrong and that I was in a lot of trouble, and it would get my attention, but the rebuke never came and his looks continued. Then I thought it was things in my head, but his look at me became more frequent and no longer disguised as it was before. Soon I began to avoid being in the same place as him as much, however there was a moment of the day that could not do this, in the evening prayer before dinner.

"May the Holy Ghost be with you. Close your eyes and have your thoughts on God.— And so I do and after a few seconds he begins to pray. Even during prayer the feeling of being watched continues, and this causes me to open my eyes and as soon as I raise my head, I see the Priest praying with his eyes stuck in me, and unlike the other times he smiles, causing shiver ing all over my body. Instantly I cringe in place, hugging my body while closing my eyes, asking God for this discomfort to pass soon. I didn't know why else I was almost crying, Father Miguel's look reminds me of bad feelings and I don't like to feel that way.

"Luna, my daughter, the prayer is over. Let's go," sister Maria says. I was so nervous and wanting that feeling to go away that I didn't even notice. I look around and everyone had already left and only I, Mary and the Father, and not wanting to stay there anymore, and worse, alone with him, I follow Mary.

"Sister Maria, please wait for me.— And so she does and I accompany her to the canteen where I dine with the other children. I wasn't hungry in front of everything I felt a few minutes ago, yet I forced myself to eat everything.

Already in bed, dressed in a long white sweater, which reaches up to my feet and with a short sleeve, I go to bed and pray thanking God for another day and effortlessly Fall asleep ... During sleep I have a nightmare of being chased by a red-eyed dog who wants to attack me and I run from it, the more I run it seems that the closer the dog is to me. Tired of running away, I stumble and the dog reaches me and beyond the color of his eyes, I see his big, sharp teeth when he opens his mouth, and very quickly he advances on me and at that moment I wake up startled, with a fast and sweaty heart. After a few minutes, with my state calmer and my brain understanding that none of it was real, I try to go back to sleep, but I can't, and so I spend about thirty minutes restless, turning from side to side in bed. Already tired of my sudden insomnia, I feel tired and decide to get up to drink water.

It's still dawn, so everyone's asleep, very careful not to make noise down the stairs and go to the kitchen. I turn up the light and pick up a glass in the closet, then go to the fridge, dump the water in the glass and drink. When I finish I wash the glass, dry and put it back in place. And the moment I return to my room, listen to the voice of the owner of the eyes that causes me cold.

"Do you have an ant in bed?", he says, and I'm afraid to look in his direction.

"No- No, Father, I just felt right, but I'm already going back to my room— I mean trying to get out of your presence as soon as possible.

"You don't have to hurry, child," he says holding on to my arm and with his touch I feel my legs tremble. "You know, Luna, you can't imagine how long I've waited to be alone with you-- he keeps talking by passing his hand by my arm, thereby stimulating fear in me.

"P-Father Miguel, it's late and I have to go to sleep— I stutter because of nervousness and also because you're barely breathing all this time.

"Shiii..." says passing his thumb down my lips. Your touch makes me static, disgusted, I want to run, but my body doesn't obey me. "You're a very pretty girl," she says, walking her hand in my hair and taking him to meet her nose, where he smells. And not taking it anymore, a tear falls from my eyes.

"I-I have to go, please let me go— I say by straying from your touch.

—You have grown up and become such a beautiful nympho, that even the wide and long clothes are not able to hide the curves of your body— And this time your touch becomes more daring, descending to my neck and stopping in the region of my collarbone.

"Please stop it, Father," I say in the midst of crying, while i try to get out of him, who squeezes my arms hard, hurting me.

"Shut up, now I'm going to get what I've always wanted. You.- hold my neck and get those words angry.

"The S-Lord is hurting me," I say with difficulty because of his hand on my neck, which prevented me from breathing normally. I try to push him away, but I can't, I was terrified and the tears kept falling out of my eyes.

"You're going to be quiet, and if you make any noise I'll kill you," he says, slapping me in the face, the place automatically hurts and I feel a burning sensation. I wink several times in order to wake up from the nightmare, but different from the previous one, in this I was already awake and then I cry copiously.

"I told you not to make a sound— and he hurts me by pulling my hair. " Shut up.

"Please let me go," I beg.

"Only after I have what I want," he says, passing his tongue on my cheek, which causes me to craving vomiting. I try to let go, but your hand is still holding me firmly... My God, because this is happening to me, I think as I cry silently.

"You're a delicious nyphany," she says by touching my breasts, I try to protect my body from him, and he beats me one more time.

"If you resist, it will be worse," he says, turning me around and pressing my body on the sink bench and putting his body together in mine. "If you cooperate, I promise to be affectionate with you," he says by climbing up my nightgown and passing my hand on my ass.— Your body is perfect for me, child—and with your words I feel my panties being torn, and wanting to avoid the worst i'm crying by asking, begging, begging for it to stop, yet it goes on. He presses my face into the metallic cold of the sink and kicks my leg hard so that they move away. And right now I know, I feel like I'm going to be r***d and cry, no matter how loud. And he doesn't feel sorry for me at any time, and he keeps passing his squealing hands down my leg coming close to my intimacy... And maybe luckily, or God, a noise comes up near where we're making him take him away from me.

"Don't say a word of what happened here, if not I'll kill you, but first I'll torture you to the point where you regret opening your mouth," he says with threatening eyes, he lowers my shirt, and hides my panties in his hand.

"Oh child, you don't have to cry it was just a nightmare," she says, wiping away my tears.

"What happened Father? Is Luna okay?- says Sister Maria as she appears in front of us.

"She's fine, she just had a nightmare. Isn't that right, Luna?— he asks looking into my eyes with a trace of menace.

"Yes, it was just a p-nightmare," I say, still crying. "Please, Maria stay with me in the room for a while, I'm afraid—I beg you, because when someone with me, he won't come after me.

"Of course, my girl," she says, walking toward me and taking my shoulders. Let's go, let's go.

"Don't forget what I told you, Luna—your voice even if calm, my ears pick up the warning.

"What did you say to her Father?", asks Mary by looking at me and then at him.

"No big deal, I just told her that none of it is real.

"But you already know that, right Luna?— I confirm with the lift and down of the head.

"Let's go Mary— and we'll go out of there, but not without first hearing her disgusting voice. "Sleep well, child.