Page 89 of Bad Habits

“She is the reason I have this scar on my face. Pull the van over by the park. I am taking all the misery I had out of her ass, then I will dump her in the woods.” He shrugged.

“And what am I supposed to do?” I scoffed.

“You can join if you want to.”

“Fuck off. I will stand guard for your stupid ass.”

“I’ve waited for this retribution since the night my face was sliced by the smugglers who paid for her. She not only defected to the convent, but she killed the woman who was controlling the girls who we were trading.” He sounded so angry. I was glad I wasn’t on the receiving end.

Pulling into the furthest parking spot, I nodded to let him know, it was his time to get his payback.

* * *

Purity

Thrashing around in the back, I knew if I didn’t find a way out, I was signing my death warrant. I guess I had forgotten about Rita. No one had ever come by to question her death.

I finally felt like I had found a place where I belonged, my secret happy place. Now, I would never see it again. This man had every intention of doing harm to me. I didn’t have anyone here to help me out.

Praying was what felt natural. As he dragged me out of the back door of the van, I prayed for all my might. I asked the Lord to forgive me, to forgive my sisters back at the convent, and Mother Superior. As women, we were just trying to make our way.

Flipping me over the back of the opened van door, the bag was removed from my head. His greasy hand held my face down so it couldn’t move. He pulled my robe up, yanking my panties down, then shoved his cock hard inside my pussy. My scream reverberated through the van as he ripped through my hymen. I could feel the blood dripping down my leg.

“Ah shit, this cunt was a virgin.” He grunted as he thrust harder and harder.

My mind went numb as he rutted me like an animal. It wasn’t like being with the priests. They made sure they didn’t take my innocence.

This man, this animal, just took the chastity I held dear. I needed him to pay. To suffer horribly. His final grunt, as he shot his vile seed into me, made me vomit all over his van.

He cursed, calling me a filthy cunt, then slammed me around so I was facing him. His disfigured face was seething in anger.

His fist shot out connecting with my face. Then his other fist came right after. Tensing up, waiting for another round of pummeling, I was shocked when he was lifted off of me. Before I passed out, I could’ve swore I saw Father O’Rourke.

Chapter 11

Father O’Rourke

Looking out the window,seeing the mutt put his hands on Purity made my blood boil. I was on my way out to see what was going on when I was stopped by Sister Kaisha. She wouldn’t stop yammering. It was almost as if she was trying to hold me up.

I saw the van and only had time to jump in my car when I saw them speed away. Following them, I checked to make sure I had my cellphone on me. Calling the police, I told them who I was and what I had witnessed.

Parking in the coverage of the trees, I slipped out of my car and took the driver by surprise. Putting my arm around her neck, I was able to knock her out. Squeezing just enough to block all the oxygen, she was down for the count.

Seeing the cops pull up, I waved to them, then pointed to the back of the van. Two burly police officers grabbed the thug, then put him in cuffs. Running to the back, I saw Purity laying there covered in blood. The son of a bitch took her innocence. The ambulance came, took her to the nearest hospital.

Calling Mother Superior, I assured her that Purity would be alright health wise. I advised her of the situation about him taking her without a condom.

I was adamant about being there with her. She shouldn’t be alone.

* * *

Sister Purity

Waking up sucks after you’ve had the shit beat out of you. My head is pounding and everyone keeps saying my name.

Opening one eye, I peek around. I assume I’m alive since it hurts so damn bad. There is a doctor or someone right in my face talking to me, asking questions.

I try to mod appropriately but I really just want them to go away. Then I see him. He is sitting by my side looking quite tired.