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"No, stop, please." Sister Jude yelled, as she held onto her rosary, and began to pray as fast as she could under her breath. Tears fell from her cheeks, and lightly stained her habit.
"Shut up. There is no God." The man yelled, as he found a small cloth with chloroform, and held it firmly to her soft face.
Jude began to lose consciousness, and she became harder for the man to drag out. He had successfully kidnapped her, and thrown her into the back of his truck bed, where she lie, until they reached his cabin out by the river.
While Jude was out, all she could think about was the Monsignor Timothy Howard, they started out together, and had been closer than close. The only things that ever stood between them was God, and morals.
The man stood at about six foot three inches tall, and weighed no more than one fifty. He had a nice figure, and neat cut dark brown hair. Most knew him as Steve Nicholson, he had gotten away with kidnapping twelve other women before Jude, all of whom worked for the same church. At first, it began as a conspiracy, then people started to realize the security needed to be upped. Nicholson's mother was often to blame, many thought she was too easy on him as a child.
When Jude woke, she was in a neatly arranged room, there was a clean mattress on the floor, in the far right corner of the room, it had nice light blue fitted sheets on it, with four matching pillows. There was an extra blanket folded neatly on top. She was sitting in the center of the room, a neat blue furry rug underneath her. Her neatly, newly dark red painted toe nails now out of her heels, and brushing up against the carpet beneath her. The lights were a little too bright for her liking, but she had no say, so she just squinted her eyes a little, and took in her surroundings. She was now wearing a long sleeve plaid shirt, and a pair of short blue jean shorts that showed her thighs off. She was so cold, so exposed, the only thing she had left was her red beaded rosary Mother Claudia had given to her when she joined the church.
There was a couple of lock noises coming from the door, and thats when her hazel eyes met his, sending chills down her back. He was holding a couple of brown bags in his hands. He set them down, and locked the door behind himself. Then he proceeded to the kitchen table, and began to remove some items from the bag. There were bananas, strawberries, oranges, apples, green beans, carrots, cranberry juice, he kept pulling foods and beverages from out of each bag. Then he filled the fridge, as well as the freezer, and put some cans away in the pantry. When he was done, he put the empty bags into the trash, and took one over to Jude.
"Here you go Jude." He said, as he started to uncuff her, and place the bag down on her lap. You might want to get into something a little more comfortable, seeing as you're going to be here a while.
Jude didn't speak back, she only nodded gently, and took the contents out of the bag. there were some new clothes, and other items in the bag. She dressed in a black knee length dress that is a little loose on her, the neckline is u-shaped. He also supplied her with a comfort bra, and some comfortable underwear. There were some fuzzy black house slippers, as well as some black sunglasses, and a warm pair of black ankle socks.
"Now, no need to thank me." He said, as he picked the trash, and tags off the floor, and threw them away. "You be good, and there'll be more nice things coming in." Marc replied, as he brought her a list of chores she would have, as well as rules. There weren't many, but she was so confused as to why someone would kidnap her out of all people.
"Th-th-thank you." Jude said back to him, as she had begun to stand up, and walk over to the bed, so she could sleep comfortably.
"I'll be back at twelve o'clock pm to bring you a nice warm meal. Behave yourself, and I'll bring you a T.V., I might connect the cable as well." He said, as he began to leave, and lock the locks on the outside of the door. Jude layed back, unfolding the blanket, and wrapping herself up. Then she got on her knees, and began to pray to God. She recited her scriptures by memory, from start to end. Soon, twelve o'clock struck across the black plastic clock just above the door of the house, but Jude kept praying, she didn't let it distract her.
A couple of minutes later, Marc unlocked the door, and walked in, locking it again behind himself. He was carrying some big boxes, and a couple of bags. He set them down, and walked over to Jude. "Didn't I warn you?" He snarled, as he picked her up by her arms, and shook her violently.
Jude just kept praying a little louder now, she was doing her best to stay strong, and hold the tears back.
"Can you not hear me?!" Marc yelled, before he slapped Jude across her face, leaving her a little red.
Jude kept praying through it all, tears were now falling, but she would not lose her faith. She had gone from Our Father, to Hail Mary about thirty times now. Her heart was racing, she had chills, and she couldn't help but cry into her prayers.
"I'll teach you a lesson." He said, as he threw Jude back onto the matress, he kneeled down, and placed his knees on each side of her outter thighs, and began to nibble her neck, leaving small marks here and there.
"Please no, oh God!" Jude screamed, the feeling was confusing her. She tried to squirm as much as she could, but he pinned her down with his own arms. He pulled her dress up, revealing her once holy body, her small stomach had not a single mark on it. He unclasped her bra, and revealed her already hard nipples. He took one into his mouth, and then the other, making her moan involuntarily. Jude kept thinking about God, and her short time with the church. She kept her eyes closed, she didn't want to remember this moment. Marc removed his pants, his hard member now resting on her inner thigh, making her moist.
"No, no, no, no, no, no!" She cried out, as Marc began to pull her underwear down, as well as his own. He didn't warn her, nor did he bring protection, he just plunged himself into her. Jude kept praying in her mind, as Marc took advantage of her, tears were now drowning her cheeks. It took thirty minutes, and he fell on top of her, his seed spilling deep inside of her. He licked her lips quickly, and held her close, still inside of her, as he had begun to drift off into a quick slumber.
Jude wiped her tears, and tried to push him off of her, but she didn't succeed, he was like dead weight on her. She tried to remove him from her as well, but it was no use. So Jude fell asleep as well, hoping it would all be a nightmare, and she would wake up in her bed in her office at Briarcliff Manor.
Two hours later, Jude woke up in darkness, Marc was now gone. She was in some pain, but she tried her best to stand up. She held her head, feeling a bit dizzy, she went to go turn the lights back on. Then she walked over to the boxes Marc had left, and opened them. There were some new clothes, and things to decorate the house, to keep her busy, so she wouldn't get bored. She made her way to the restroom, where she prepared herself a nice warm shower, and wrapped herself into a big warm blue towel. Then she threw her clothes into the wash, and changed into a black and white striped jumpsuit, along with some white lace undergarments, and some white sandals. She found some nice new nailpolish colors, and set them on the nightstand next to her matress. She ate some fruit, and put the still warm meal into the microwave. Then she changed out the sheets, and washed them along with the blankets. When she was done, she got back onto hed knees, and began to pray again. The one thought that kept going through her mind was, "I don't belong here."