The news spread like wildfire through the Sisters of Divine Mercy. Guards shot, alarms triggered, a daring breakout during a transfer. Claire stood frozen in the chapel as Mother Superior announced the lockdown and warned every sister to stay inside the walls. “He is extremely dangerous,” the older nun said gravely. “Pray for his soul… and for our safety.”
Claire’s rosary slipped from her numb fingers and clattered to the stone floor.
She knew, deep in her bones, that he was coming for her.
That night the convent was quiet, heavy with tension. Claire lay in her narrow bed, habit still on, unable to sleep. Every creak of the old building made her heart leap. Her body betrayed her with constant, throbbing need—her p***y slick and swollen, n*****s tight against the rough fabric. She whisp
