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Seeing the icon of Jesus nailed the cross the first thing when she woke up was not something that Yang had been used to before, knowing that she’d been in many places, but not quite sure why she’d gotten into the church that was attached to the school she went to.
“Good morning, Yang.”
Sister Lucy’s voice came from close by and Yang nearly leapt out of her bed, aware of the woman currently standing there at her bedside, the habit worn with an immaculate style, her expression sweeter than before, as if there was something that had fallen off her shoulders, Sister Lucy reaching out to brush a hand through Yang’s hair.
“Did you sleep well? I thought you were having a nightmare, a little earlier.”
There was nothing amiss, nothing that would look out of place. Yang didn’t know why she was here, but-
‘She whipped herself!’
She’d seen that, she’d seen how the flog came down onto the back, while the nun exhorted in latin or some old language, prayers. The ritualistic pain was something which worried Yang, as Sister Lucy smiled in her sweet, innocent manner that made Yang doubt what she’d seen.
“Did you… go out and- Can you show me your back?”
There was a moment where Sister Lucy stared at her, before she pulled the habit off, showing her back. Yang only saw smooth, flawless skin, unmarred by anything, no visible marks upon it. It was pale skin, without a mark of anything like ink or something of the sort.
“Are you… perhaps, envious?”
Yang didn’t really want to admit that, now that she had a good look at what Sister Lucy hid below her garments of the faith. A body that would make even her envious, hips that looked like the type that people’d call ‘birthing hips’, a set of breasts that were shapely and round, full with round flesh that looked like it’d provide good food for any children that she’d have.
‘I’m not jealous… I guess.’
She didn’t feel jealous. Not… not that jealous, at least. Sister Lucy was perhaps just someone who had chosen the faith because of her own decisions, but hiding away that body…
‘Okay, I am a bit jealous.’
Sister Lucy could make a killing in porn, as the woman herself pulled her clothing on once more, her hand brushing through her hair before she put the headdress on once again.
“One must not be led astray, like a lost lamb, Yang.”
The woman’s voice was soothing, as she touched Yang’s face, the soft fingers rubbing against Yang’s cheek, as her eyes looked deep into her own for a moment, something in those eyes telling Yang that this woman had seen things, as she tried to look away, yet she was captivated by those eyes that nevertheless kept on staring into her own, the longest moment where they had their gazes locked being like something which judged her was staring down at her.
“Even if you prefer the company of the addict, the heathen and the impure. There is salvation within the Lord’s church, as I am but a humble daughter of the Lord, brought before you by the fateful actions of His will to safeguard your soul from eternal damnation in the fiery pits of hell.”
The words were very Catholic, which made sense for a nun to say, as Yang wondered briefly whether Sister Lucy ever had fun or something without the whole ‘I am the Lord’s emissary on this world, let me preach to you’ schtick.
“Well, I don’t know about whether I can really get salvation… I’m not exactly the type that eh… goes to the church, Sister Lucy, I’m a gal that loves a bit of action.”
A hard cock and a hit of drugs were what she craved, right now. She had gotten here somehow, and she-
‘How’d I get here?’
She remembered something faintly, as she took a step out of bed, and then got her clothing on, Sister Lucy still standing there, Yang’s grin cheeky, as she brushed her fingers through her hair.
“Charmed, Sister, but I’ll be going to class. Thanks for hosting me, I’m going to be getting outta here.”
The sister merely smiled, as Yang pushed the door open to the hallway, Sister Lucy standing there still and stiff like a statue, as she looked at her with that look of almost forlorn hopelessness, as Yang took a step and then, felt herself falling down.
There was no kind of ground below her feet, as she turned in her fall, seeing the entrance to the sleeping quarters that she’d shared tumbling away from her, as she tried to reach out, not a scream able to come from her lips as she felt her breath sucked out of her lungs, before it got hot, flames suddenly springing up from the depths, as dark pools were illuminated by bright flames, shadows dancing as she tumbled, the heat sweltering, as she caught sight of demons, like the ones that’d been in the illustrations of the bible, as she felt herself falling faster and faster, about to reach the ground, and she screamed for the first time when she hit the ground.
Smack.
Yang’s eyes opened and she groaned as she picked herself up, realizing that she was still alive, currently face-down on the cold stone floor, trying to pick herself up, realizing that she’d fallen out of bed. Half of her bedsheet was currently still wrapped around her, Sister Lucy looking up from her bed, Yang feeling the cold sweat on her own face as she looked at those understanding eyes.
“Were you having a nightmare, Yang?”
Her voice wasn’t as steady as she’d like to hear it, nodding quietly, not sure why she felt like she had just threaded the eye of the needle, sister Lucy looking almost worried, as she pulled out a small crucifix, holding it out for her.
“Let’s pray, Yang Xiao Long. Prayer and repentance will wash away your ill sleep and create a blessed peace for you to rest in.”
There was nothing else to do, as Yang took the crucifix, the old type that looked like it’d been wrought from wood from Europe, if Yang had any guess. The black beads of the rosary glistened within the light of the base illumination, a candle that Yang hadn’t even noticed still lit in the corner, the candle wax making an interesting sight, as she continued to gaze at the icon of Jesus, as she heard sister Lucy begin.
A crucifix of silver was in her hands, more stylized than before, the icon of Jesus in torment clearly displayed upon it, a small vial of blood or something reddish behind it, as if it were a testament of faith, or some relic that had some significance.
She didn’t dare to speak up, as Sister Lucy spoke the words with reverence for the divine, for that presence that would illuminate her if she so wished, Yang feeling a sense of melancholy settle in her heart, aware of how it felt to be with someone that believed in some fancy hokus-pocus God.
“The Lord will see your desire to repent, Yang, as you pray to Him for your salvation.”
She didn’t need salvation.
It had been close, she knew, close enough for her to be hospitalized, sister Lucy continued to pray for her as well, her name added to the prayer, as Yang lowered her head.
“Our Father, who is in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Your kingdom come, your will be done on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us our daily bread and forgive our debts, for we forgive our debtors as well. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For yours is the kingdom, the power and the glory, for ever, amen.”
She mangled the prayer, though they had prayed it at least once a day before every meal, never having paid much attention to it, as her mind mulled over the events of yesterday, her head bowed, unintentionally mimicking sister Lucy, who continued with the next prayer, the beads rubbed by her fingers.
‘I’m… I’m such a piece of shit.’
She’d gotten kicked out of her father’s home, she’d had to be saved by someone that was good at heart…
“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen.”
She became aware of her mouth uttering those words, her eyes a little cloudy and misty, aware that she’d had tears running down her nose, dripping onto the stone floor, her mouth speaking that prayer quietly, as she felt so terribly alone right now, even in the presence of the nun, who continued along, as if nothing were wrong.
‘I’m… I just wanted to… I just wanted to have fun.’
People might say that she had changed due to having a near-death experience, but as she recited the Ave Maria, her voice gained a little more hope, as she felt like the world no longer was as dark and foreboding as before.
She might love sex, she might love money and the easy life that it had given her, but on that early morning, around twenty minutes past four AM, she found some solace in her life, aware of nothing but the droning tone of the nun with her in their little bedroom, nothing but the quietness to distract them, as she let her mind rumble with the thoughts that came, as Sister Lucy got up, the crucifix tucked away in her cloth habit.
“Follow me, Yang Xiao Long.”
She didn’t dare to be tardy in responding to the request, following after the sister, feeling like the nun had given her another chance.
“Remember, Yang Xiao Long. The Lord works in mysterious ways. His angels are among us at all times, to guard us from despair. If not for an angel, why would you be here? All paths lead towards salvation for those who wish for it.”
There was too much liturgical stuff that sister Lucy spoke of, as Yang watched the woman walk with unhurried steps to the altar, starting to polish it with a cloth that seemingly had appeared in her hand, Yang glancing around, not a single stain of blood visible, as if what she’d seen last night had never happened.
‘Maybe it’s just depression or something, making me hallucinate.’
She had been stressed, after all.
“I’ll be seeing about letting you stay here for another night. It is not up to me to decide whether to banish you from the House of the Lord.”
‘Aww nuts.’
He rolled over in his bed, feeling a little oppressed, as his eyes opened and he looked down, feeling his erection strain against his pants. It had been a hot dream, but it’d cut off right at that moment where he’d have fun, where the pleasure would be at the peak.
The hot babe that had mysteriously walked into his room and had decided to do a porn star worthy act with him, her hot body and some peppermint lube was now only fragments of badly remembered dream, and his erection didn’t stop pounding in his groin, as his alarm clock started to blare, Jaune getting out of bed, pushing his erection down, knowing that work would be calling a little later, to have to drive down to the police station and get his assignment for the day.
‘I’m not going to have the time to get one out of my system…’
The thought of being with a hot chick roamed through his mind, after that weird encounter with Ruby and Yang yesterday. He hoped that Yang was okay, but he owed Glynda something nice. She’d said that she wanted something in return for keeping silent, so he kept himself to treating her like it always had been.
Partners, someone that he could trust to guard his back if the time was right for that, when the bullets were flying and they were two officers of the law against bad people.
‘Time to give her something that would make a smile pop on her face…’
He’d go for donuts. Donuts with a nice and creamy centre.
‘She’s so hot…’
The thought to Glynda’s glorious ass in those tight jeans that she wore while on the clock, ready to move with little wobbles as she got up, his eyes glued to that ass more than once, though distracted when she turned around, her breasts bouncing once, due to the bra that she wore keeping those big mounds of hers mostly contained, restrained, his erection not going down, even with his shower would be longer if he took care of this.
He went by the doughnut place, getting a nice big pack of doughnuts, the lady that’d served him the doughnuts the first time he’d been on the beat giving him a wink and a ‘thank ya for yer service, off’cer.’
“Hey, Glynda? I got you something.”
Glynda’s eyes looked at the package, opening it up and spotting the doughnuts, not letting him see her initial response as she held it just to block her face, before she closed the box.
“Those will be put in the cooler, and we will eat them while we are out on patrol. Today, we’re taking the northern part of the city, Captain already delivered me with the schedule. You’re on mall duty tomorrow, due to it being the weekend. You can do it, Jaune.”
He was sure that he could do it, indeed, knowing that it was just a bit of applied policing to the area, to keep punks like Reese out of the place, and that hokey friend of hers too.
‘Not the morally upstanding people…’
They were kind of shitty girls, but they were young. Young girls could still be corrected.
“Thanks, Glynda. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
She smiled smugly.
“Get hurt, probably make mistakes during reporting, oh, and you’d probably have to sit in the hospital when recovering from thugs attacking you.”
He was pretty sure that Glynda was just trying to soothe him in the way that a mother would soothe her son, unsure what she thought of it. She was still married, after all, and marriage was something sacred, even if they’d shared a bed.
There was that allure of a married older woman, of course, but he knew that Glynda was the serious type that did not break her marriage vows. Jaune knew that there were few things that Glynda would tolerate, and those were usually centered around protecting the vulnerable.
“I’ll do that. Next time the thugs come, you can deal with them.”
Jaune saw her frown, almost pouting.
“You’re the strong man, Jaune. What if they hurt me?”
It was an innocent question, but Jaune couldn’t imagine what he’d do next, aside from ‘draw weapon, fire’. It’d be shooting the perpetrators without mercy or regret. Glynda was his partner and he wasn’t going to let her be killed by some thug, or hurt in any other way.
“Shoot them.”
He would protect his fellow officer with his weapon, knowing that she was one of his lifelines in the face of danger. They were police officers who had the duty to the people to make the city a safer place, and he knew that he was going to be the man she had to depend on during arrests, where manpower was required.
“Good… good. Let’s go, shall we? Best to get out early, scout the surroundings. I’ll pay for the coffee.”
They were in the car five minutes later, the box of donuts in the cooler in the back, as they got ready to go out, Glynda sitting on the passenger seat, adjusting her cap a little, to look as formal and proper as she could.
“Eh, I don’t- i didn’t do anything wrong, did I? You’re a bit short today.”
Glynda gave a grimace.
“I slept pretty badly. Don’t worry about it, just some nightmares.”
He’d trust her then.
She had barely slept. The thoughts kept on haunting her, as she’d found herself staring at the picture of her late partner, the smile still remaining like a constant. The bottle had emptied and she’d opened another, drinking heavily from it, struggling with the ghosts of the past.
‘What would you have done if you found yourself with someone like Jaune around?’
He was a good young man, someone that did not think too much about the legality of things, like hiding evidence and taking it on his shoulders to keep a young girl out of hot water. Her partner, a young man that she felt closer to than she’d ever admit, sitting in the seat next to her.
She could hear the gunshots again, her head turning to see him, bleeding out of a chest wound, her eyes spotting the helpless look on his face before he’d had the life fade from those blue eyes, just like how it’d been before.
‘I failed.’
The sound of gunshots came again, like the echoes that had tormented her during the night. It had not been a steady night for her with dreamless sleep and no nightmares, but rather, something that kept on replaying through half-remembered dreams.
Shouting voices, her own joining with that of a man that she supposed was her husband, and then the slamming of doors, and returning to work with a forced smile on her face. The pops of gunshots, and then pain, as she watched the hospital lights.
“It’s going to be okay, is she going to be okay? Tell me, is she going to be okay?!”
Panic in that voice, near mindless panic, as she could remember the brightness of the lights stinging, and then holding a vigil next to the coffin, dressed in uniform to remember the fallen.
Stoic, empty features, as she could see the family, none of them doubting that she had done the right thing, and the sound still playing through her mind.
‘He can’t die on me… He can’t die like she did.’
Harmony had been a mistake that she’d paid for with her eternal regret, knowing nothing, as Jaune was a step up from the usual career cop that barely would do the right thing. He was a good young man, her heart beating faster and faster when she saw him, his age the only problem between the two of them. She was much older than him.
They had sex once, when she’d been weak and in need. The feeling of being with a man and hearing him groan her name had been intoxication personified, blasting her mind with that sweet desire that had been absent since her marriage had stranded.
“Glynda?”
His voice came from her right and her head turned, only for her breath to freeze in her throat as she could see lifeless eyes staring back at her, no longer bright and with life, but rather, dead and lifeless.
She blinked and it was gone, a moment later, her gloomy mood still present.
“We’re here for our coffee, Glynda. Let’s have a nice tour of duty and see whether there’s some ne'er do wells out there that’ll make our day worth living, shall we?”
He was delightfully optimistic and sweet, Glynda realized, as she watched him like a hawk, not a sign of him suddenly keeling over dead visible on him, as his motions were graceful, the door held open for her.
‘I’m not checking him out. It was a mistake.’
A good mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. No matter what, he had a life ahead of him, with some fresh young girl that he’d charm with his sweet farmboy smile.
“Thanks.”
Her voice murmured, as they walked up to the counter, the barista looking a little nervous when they approached, Jaune putting on the smile that made her want to grab him by his hair and then kiss him, the warm and joyous smile of someone that had enough time to fool around with a woman like her.
“Hey, I’m the gentleman that’s keeping a pretty partner like you around. If I wasn’t a gentleman, I’d be giving the men of this world a bad representation in the field of making a lady as happy she she could be.”
Harmony would have gotten her blessing to make this man hers, she knew. She forced a smile that was perhaps not a forced, as she lightly tipped her hat.
“Spoken like a true gentleman, I’m sure… We’re here to get a coffee, not to flirt, Officer Arc. It’s strictly business.”
The boyish smile and the impish little hint of something that was unique to him, as he winked at her, a dramatic flourish of his hand.
“Oh no, and here I thought we were guardian angels that were saving the damned from their coffee bean-infused hot water baths in the deepest depths of hell. Color me surprised, officer! I am shocked, shocked I say.”
She gave him a light punch to the side, as she straightened to her own impressive height and fixed the barista with a stern look.
“Black coffee, light on the sugar. He’ll have an espresso, because he’s unusually chatty this morning.”
Jaune was giving her that smile that made her want to run her fingers over his head, smoothen his hair a bit and then give him a kiss to the cheek, because he was a chatty man that had a wonderful smile.
A wonderful smile which made her body tremble with desire, which let her heart pump blood through her veins with intensifying speed. Another partner, after Harmony. Another man that would be around her, where her husband, or rather, former husband, had not been. She could try to love him, if there was such a thing as love, if there was some sort of love that could be attained from his attention, which could lead him to the path of being the man that would be her life partner, if the fates were cruel enough to make her fall.
‘He wouldn’t want a woman like me.’
He’d have much better chances with a girl around Sister Lucy’s age, or even that blonde girl that had overdosed, she was of legal age and could date him, leaving him to remain there as some sort of out-of-reach goal for her to try to attain.
Jaune sat down opposite of her, drinking the coffee. A moment later, she could find her fingers grabbing the holster to her gun, alert and aware of everything, hearing a popping sound, and turning to the noise, pistol almost pulled out of the holster, when she found his hand on her hand.
“Just a car with a faulty exhaust, Glynda. You’ve not slept well, right? How about you let me take care of stuff, right?”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll handle it, Glynda. It’s just a routine check-up. Just a mother concerned for her son. It’ll be fine. Let me deal with this.”
The voice of Harmony came again, as she heard the sounds again.
Crack Crack.
She was back in the car, and she could see him coming, Harmony down and-
“Relax, Glynda. We all have a bad day someday. I’ll- easy. You’re a bit high-strung today.”
She was probably going to hyperventilate, letting him see her like that. Weak, useless and without the self-control that an officer should have, his eyes giving her a pitying look, like there was nothing for him to really see outside of some woman that couldn’t control herself.
‘I need a drink. I need a drink…’
She wanted to grab a bottle and drink it. He was nice to take the burden off her shoulders, allowing her some time to rest, his fingers touching hers, as he grabbed her hand. Glynda didn’t know why, but it calmed her down.
“You’re trembling, your hand is trembling, Glynda. Is something wrong? You’re not sick, are you?”
Admitting that she might have drank too much last night would be admitting that she had a problem, as she grabbed his hand firmly. She let him know that he was not going to have a problem with her, with her being weak or feeble in the mind due to her liquor consumption.
‘It will be fine. It will be fine, I can deal with this. There’s nothing wrong, don’t show weakness to him.’
There was a jaded voice inside her telling her that she should. She should show him weakness, so she’d get fired. Fired from the force, divorced by her husband.
‘You deserve it. You deserve it, don’t you? He’s a young man. You can teach him things that his girlfriends never would, but Harmony… Harmony trusted you too.”’
There was nothing that would stop her, as she remembered that day again. It had been a fluke, merely complacency, feeling like Harmony could handle some guy in his basement.
“Glynda? Let’s go. I’ll drive.”
She couldn’t let him drive, because she felt like she should be the one that would be responsible, he was the junior compared to her senior position. There was a routine for this, a routine that her mind wouldn’t stop following.
“Ah… sure.”
She said, letting him lead. She didn’t even recall drinking her coffee, but he was leading her back to the patrol car, and they did their shift. She barely said a word, even when he offered her a donut. Already, she was thinking about ways to break the subject in, and then tell him that she might need to retire.
‘I can’t do this… I can’t do this. It’s not a problem if I need to take a break, I need to take a break… Can I take a break?’
She doubted herself, and when he touched her, she flinched away, her eyes wildly staring at him, realizing that they’d gotten back to the police station.
“Glynda? We’re going to Captain Port, just for a bit, okay? You’re looking haunted. Let’s get you some leave.”
She didn’t want to. She had to be strong, there was a duty to her partner that she had to do.
‘I don’t need help. I need-’
She was sat down in Port’s office, the man giving her an unreadable look, as he put the book down on his desk. Glynda noted that it was a ledger of something, but she paid it little mind, as her attention was on the man.
“I think Glynda needs a few days off. She’s a little out of it, so can you put her on sick leave, sir? It might be the flu.”
She felt fine.
“I am fine, Captain, I am able to perform my duties as required, and-”
The man placed a hand on her shoulder and she felt pinned in place, as she let her eyes meet with his, his eyes holding a deep empathy.
“It’s okay to take a break, Glynda. You still have three weeks of scheduled downtime from last year, carried over to this year. Just… take the week off. I will make sure that your partner gets the easy jobs. Nothing more than a few jobs teaching the kids about self-defense, making sure that the mall isn’t too full of rapscallions and ‘gothics’, whatever these new-fangled kids call themselves… So, you can relax. I will write you down as taking a week of leave to recover from sickness, and you can return to work within a week’s time, well-rested and apt to support Jaune in his quest to rid these streets from the statue-topping stragglers!”
She didn’t want to. Jaune smiled at her, winking with that hint of understanding.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ve taught me well. I’ll be fine, and if I need help, I can ask Captain whether he can assign me a temporary partner. Jaune Arc, keeping things safer than the park!”
Glynda was going to remark about the stabbing incident that happened there last week, but she kept silent. It was stupid though, as she didn’t want to let him go and be harmed by some sort of thug that’d shoot him.
“I don’t need to- Sir, I don’t think it would be wise.”
He needed her to be his backup. Jaune smiled at her.
“I’ll be by tomorrow evening with some food, how about that? I’ll bring some… oh, you want some Italian? Pizza sounds great, and we can catch up about how I was busting crooks and taking names… Right? Glynda, I want you to be at your best, not- not distracted.”
She felt depressed. He’d put the finger on the sore spot, her eyes glancing away from him.
‘If I went with him and I was distracted…’
He would die and she’d be at fault for thinking about the past.
“A bit of rest would be a good thing for you, Glynda. You’ve been looking a little thin.”
Peter had to speak up. Glynda felt shame go through her body at the thought of being caught neglecting herself. She might not have eaten very much today, or the day before.
‘Am I slipping up?’
“I’ll… Fine, I’ll take leave.”
She submitted to the wisdom of her superior, letting her partner decide on how things should be for her, with him giving her some support by forcing her to do as he wanted. It wasn’t fair that she was treated like some weak woman, but… but it also showed that he cared for her well-being enough to give her the time to recover.
‘Maybe I should’ve called in sick…’
She didn’t know, but that would probably have been the better option. With her mind as it was, it was more dangerous for her to remain here to function as a member of the police corps than staying at home. She could recognize that, in hindsight.
‘If I started to hallucinate… I need to take a rest, maybe drink a little to get to sleep. A drink would be nice, wouldn’t it?’
She had barely slept.
“Don’t worry, I’ll drive you home.”
She could kiss Jaune if she had the energy for it, as he drove her to her apartment, the car parked in front of the home, and Jaune radioed the dispatch to see whether he could hitch a ride with another cop car, to return to the police station.
Glynda stood alone in her apartment, walked over to the bed and just flopped down on it, not even pulling her uniform off, just laying there, her hair now loose from its usual formal style, just letting the world pass her by.
She was asleep in less than a minute.
She was so tired from the mental fatigue that she hadn’t even gotten the brief realisation that Jaune had stayed behind and helped her clean up a little, doing the work without any sort of hint, only realizing that the dishes had been done when she’d woken up, thirteen hours later.
Jaune could tell that Glynda needed a break. That she’d zoned out for nearly their entire patrol was something that he’d noticed early on. The empty look on her face, the way that she’d gone for her service weapon and was about to draw it.
‘She’s a bit too stressed… Maybe me getting hurt made her snap.’
She’d apparently had a long service record of excellence, but things were stressing her out. Already she was an unhealthy shade of pale, as she went through the motions. Seeing her go for her gun immediately when hearing the sound of someone’s exhaust was something that made him spring up in alarm, aware that she was not alright.
They were pulling up to her place, Jaune guiding her to her apartment and then letting them in, her key easily fiddling in the lock, and the lock opening a moment later, letting the two of them inside. Already, he was feeling like the world was getting a little bit easier, as he felt the warm rush of some emotions inside him as she staggered to her bed and just collapsed on top of it like a marionette with its strings cut, a soft guttural sound from her, and he looked around, seeing the mess that it was.
A bottle of wine, something stronger as well, currently laid half-way into the bag for glass bottles, a stain on the sink that wasn’t going away anytime soon and the smell of something that was moulding hit his nose, as he saw the dishes in the link.
‘I can get things done easily…’
He would do so, and he’d make sure that there were no other issues that presented themselves, doing the work for his partner and making sure that she would not be pressed by the feeling of being forced to do things like this.
Making sure that every plate was tidied up, he put a glass of water next to her on the bedside table, looking at her slumbering form and taking the glasses off, resisting the urge to look at her. She was a hot woman, someone who clearly had the best of life handed to her, Jaune seeing her breasts, massive in her uniform already, pushed up a little.
“Good night, Glynda. Sleep well.”
He brushed over the rosary that she wore, several blackened beads making the rosary look unique, the crucifix perfect, as he smiled.
“May you rest under the care of Jesus.”
He wasn’t sure whether the son of God would be able to extend any boon to Glynda, but he sure hoped that she would have a good night’s sleep, since she was on edge. She looked frail when she laid there, shutting the door behind him a moment later, and sitting himself down in the car, calling in for some more information.
“Mall patrol? Great… Of course.”
He wasn’t going to be doing the most intensive of jobs while Glynda was getting herself back in style.
“Will do, boss. Time to see whether there’s some crooks on the prowl at the mall.”
The thrill was what did it for her. Rules for her life had always been decided, her father a wealthy industrialist, her mother an even wealthier heiress to a fortune, and her sister living her life in the military, out of her father’s controlling sphere of influence.
The thrill of taking things without paying for them, the hint of danger that she missed in her life outside of the catholic school that her family had urged her to attend, was something that she wished to experience more and more.
Weiss Schnee was not the average girl, especially with her looks being as beautiful as they were, marred only by a scar over her eye, due to a small incident that she had suffered during her younger years. It was the unfortunate mar on an otherwise perfect face, but to her credit, she did not let it stop her.
Slipping something small in a pocket, something that would be just out of sight of the loss prevention agents and then making sure to get out cleanly was something that she had perfected, her posture as perfect as it could be, with her attention going to whatever trinket she had in mind, knowing that if she could at least feign a mere slip of her thoughts, that she would be in the clear.
A lot of loss prevention agents were men, and a lot of them were easily fooled by some sweet words and some innocent batting of her eyelashes, as she knew that men were easily led astray.
It was the warm feeling inside her at looking at the stolen goods, be they just a makeup trinket or something a little bit more palatable like some candy that she had attained through illicit means, her hands moving quickly, before someone would notice, before someone would even find out.
She was currently scoping out one of the little makeup aisle in one of the upper-scale stores, knowing that the attention would be on scruffily-dressed girls that would be more prone to stealing. They would be distracting the guy currently on duty as the dumb muscle, and she’d be in the clear. There was this blonde guy currently browsing through the store, talking with the clerk on duty and flashing a smile to the woman, who looked charmed by the attention she got.
Already, she was on the move, getting ready to make herself scarce, a new tube of red lipstick put in the pocket, the blonde guy giving her a little smile, as she smiled back, without any hint that she’d done so. It was the excitement that she felt, as she knew that there’d be a little moment of time before she would attract too much attention.
The curse of being very pretty, she called it, as she left the store, and was in the clear. It was clear that the loss prevention agent had been focused on the ragamuffin girls that weren’t dressed properly, so she had the reign of freedom for herself.
“Hey there, missy. Care to open your bag for me for a bit?”
The voice that spoke to her was a little gruff and perhaps a bit southern-born, but she turned her head to see the same blonde from the store, her eyes flickering to the sides. She wasn’t in the store, but she was somewhat close to the exit.
The uniform she noticed, first.
‘Scheisse… Police.’
He’d not been fully in her view during her trip to the store, but the clothing of a cop was unmistakeable, as she smiled.
“Of course, officer.”
She wasn’t going to make a fuss, as she did as ordered. Police were a degree higher than mall security and store loss prevention agents, as he checked her bag, making sure to account for everything there, and then smiling.
“Empty your pockets too. They didn’t spot it at the store, but I know a guilty girl when I see one. Had a lot of practice with that too.”
She emptied her pockets, letting out a small sigh, knowing that she’d have to put it down as another loss. This would be harder to prevent, since it was a branded lipstick, which would run up to about eighty dollars, the tube of it hardly something that she would be worrying about with her regular budget, as he held it up.
“Pricy, and… red? You’re more a blue kind of girl, miss… Sney?”
He mangled her name too.
“It must have accidentally been put in my pocket, officer. I am a little forgetful at times.”
She smiled, confident that she’d be able to go and have herself just pay for it, and-
“I’m afraid that I’m going to have to accidentally take you to the police station for theft, young lady. We’re trying to make an effort to discourage youngsters from making a fuss, like the riots.”
‘Shit.’
This meant that she’d be getting a mark on her file, as she knew that her own family would get to know about it.
“Can we come to an arrangement, officer?”
Her wallet had about three hundred dollars in it, so there was enough to give him a little something, or pay for the item, if he was to be someone that was going to be difficult.
“Well… That’s a trip to the police station. Sorry, kiddo. You’re going to go to the station with me. Bribing an officer is a felony.”
He was going to be bringing her in. This was definitely going to be a case for the lawyers to deal with, and she’d foolishly thought that he’d be bribable with a bit of cash or maybe a copped feel or something on her sinfully sexy body.
“Please don’t arrest me. The Headmistress of my school would be upset with me if I got arrested.”
His expression changed, minutely, and Weiss knew that the little girl act that’d always made a lot of older men feel more protective of her had failed. He grabbed her shoulder roughly, his hand like a steel clamp on her tender shoulder, as he smiled at her like some crude man would.
“We’re going to be seeing her after we’re done in the precinct, little missy. Don’t worry, you’re… seventeen?”
There-abouts, at least, she’d had her eighteenth birthday a few months ago, but she was going to be putting on a good show for him.
“Yes?”
He groaned.
“Alright, let’s get you to the precinct. Just for a little chat.”
That’d mean her face might be recognized and her father would be giving a very angry call later on. It was not going to be a pleasant evening, even though they had trusted her to learn stuff at this catholic school.
“Yes, sir.”
She obeyed, and he put her in the passenger seat. He didn’t put her in the back, and she supposed that this might be a good thing, as he gave her that sheepish smile, definitely someone with lower-than-average intellect. Manly features, big and brutish hands, and definitely not a thinker.
‘Apes like you should be perfectly good serving us higher-class people.’
Headmistress Salem was going to not be as pleased with her.
She glanced away, her fingers touching over her bag, knowing that he was guiding her to the precinct.
This sucked.
She’d have to go and do something she did not like.
“Alright, I’ll swing by in a bit. Bringing a special gift.”
The fancy rich girl was someone that wasn’t going to suffer too much. Be it seventeen or eighteen, he wasn’t going to let some kid ruin their life with their boneheaded attitude. He had seen her slip it into her pocket in the reflection. With his sisters, he could tell how bad they’d messed up, so when she’d given that little twitch of her eye and the flicker of her fingers, he’d known that she’d stolen something.
‘Scare her straight a little… Maybe just a teensy visit to the precinct and then delivering her to the school and hope that she’ll be pleasant there in her repentance.’
He’d spin it as some sort of ‘school trip’ or something, with the very stern admonishment that he’d give to her afterwards that he was taking pity on her.
“Please don’t make me get a record!”
She pleaded again, and he decided to have a little bit of fun with her.
“Well, I’m pretty sure that you’d have to have done something lawful, little missy.”
He could see her sweat on that a little, as he felt the rush of power that he held, as she seemed to consider it, her hand placing itself on his thigh.
“Officer, please… I’m sure that we can get a bit of… space? A bit of space, maybe… a little detour? You don’t need to bring me to the precinct, do you? I’ve got… I’ve got money.”
He saw a few Benjamins. Benjamin Franklin was looking at him, as she twisted the bills around her finger and looked at him. He changed lanes, and then decided to go for the scenic route.
“A little traffic jam we’ll be avoiding, missy. I’ll make sure that you’ve got no need for that. Bribery of an officer is a bad thing.”
Those blue eyes looked like they’d have a lot more anger in them, as he smirked at her, knowing that he had her by the neck, figuratively speaking.
“Officer, I’m… I’m pretty sure that we are going to be-”
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
“Listen here, missy. We’re being recorded. The whole evidence of you offering me money to let you go was just sent to the precinct.”
Her eyes went wide, as she looked like she was losing her nerve.
‘Long road, just like with the other miscreants…’
He wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by to teach her a bit of a lesson in humility, and if she so happened to want to pay a little bit more…
Of course, things weren’t recorded in the squad car. If that had been the case, the whole car would have been outfitted with some special kit for recording them, and it was an older model cruiser too.
“Please, sir. I’ll be a good girl, I’ll- I’ll- My father is rich.”
He knew that from her dress. It wasn’t like it was unknown, but this girl had her proper priorities all messed up in her head.
“And you’re adding felonies to your record, little missy.”
He’d have a bit of fun that way… and if she so happened to get desperate, well… He could fit a few more moments of giving her a good scare.
Glynda would be a little bit less compromising, but he was still new.
Weiss felt panic as they made another sharp turn, the car moving into the northern section of the city, taking a longer road, having spotted several signs of road works being performed, fear starting to work its way into her heart as she knew that her father was not going to like this at all, that her lawyers would be well-paid, but that there was now evidence of her having some sort of bribery for the cop, who must be smarter than he seemed.
‘I… I think I’m stuck.’
There was one more thing that she could do. Of course, it would be a little compromise for her, but the fact that this was recorded, that she’d been so stupid to offer him money without taking into account that cops would have recording devices on them.
“I… I need to go to the bathroom.”
She could make a run for it. It wasn’t like she was bad at running. Ballet lessons and a lot of cardio could make her get away, and it would be some discomfort, a call for a taxi on her phone, and one cop that wouldn’t be getting her number.
He’d mangled her name, after all. She would just be able to-
“Shit, we’re kind of in the sticks… Can you do your business behind a bush?”
He was stupid enough to let her do such a thing. Of course, she could deny everything if she got free. As long as she was not in custody, there was always a good case to be made for ‘barely any resemblance’ with ‘circumstantial evidence’.
That’s why there were well-paid lawyers around.
She moved quickly behind a bush, and made a few sounds, scanning the surroundings. He was leaving the engine running, and she noticed that there was a field that she could get out of.
With no suspect, there’d be no case and no explanations to her father, thankfully.
‘Alright… let’s hope I can get rid of him.’
It’d ruin a nice set of heels, but better a pair of heals than a record.
Jaune noticed something amiss when he could hear the sound of someone cussing quietly, further than should be normal for someone just doing their business.
‘Girls usually wipe, but-’
But she hadn’t taken any tissues. Jaune was pretty sure that no self-respecting girl would ever go without any tissues to wipe herself down there, since urine spilling was not something comfortable for girls, and he jogged up to the bush.
“Little missy, I’m-”
The bird had flown the coop, but a quick look in the distance caught a flash of white.
‘Motherfucker!’
The whole issue with scaring the girl straight had just been upgraded to a ‘fuck, she’s getting away’ situation.
He put some speed, thankfully noticing that she wasn’t very fast.
A more astute person would have made the observation that heels weren’t comfortable to run in, and that the girl wasn’t very fast on them, and a man running full-speed would beat a woman unless she was some sort of athlete.
“Damn it!”
He spotted her entering a bushel of trees that bordered a pasture with cows in it, making sure to draw a sprint and then make good way on the sprint to her, spotting her pale white hair there, and then grabbing a hold of her.
“You thought you could escape the long arm of the law, didn’t you?”
Her knee rammed into his groin and he dropped her, dropping to the ground and feeling how his baby-makers just felt like they’d had a good whack of some teenager’s foot.
“Nein!”
She was getting a visit to the precinct as a suspect and the whole business for that! He wasn’t going to let her get off so easily that a kick to the balls wouldn’t be noticed, getting up again and then trying to find her.
“Get back here, little missy! You’re already in deep fucking shit!”
He was going to ram his fist in her face a few times and claim she was resisting arrest or something. His uniform was ruined now because he’d ended up face-down in the dirt, and a wash would definitely be needed.
He caught sight of her, trying to tug her dress free from some brambles, and he grabbed a hold of her, dragging her by the hair and making certain this time that her body was not in a position to go and kick him down there again.
“You thought you could assault an officer and get away with it, didn’t you?”
He should punch her a few times to shut her up, but she had been rather rich… So there’d need to be no evidence other than a tussle, or else he’d get hit with a suspension if not legal stuff.
“Let me go, Schwein!”
He dragged her out into the field, and pinned her arms behind her back, grabbing his cuffs and then snapping them shut, the little missy laying face-down next to a cow pie, her face clearly looking like a mess, as he pulled her up, pushing her along.
“My heels!”
She complained, but he wasn’t going to be letting her go without at least reaping some recompense. The money in her wallet would be gone as ‘tithe’ to paying off the whole cleaning costs, and this pretty little missy was going to explain to some of the female officers as to why she chose to run, because he was done with this kind of bullshit.
‘An easy job, patrolling a mall, right? What the fuck…’
“I’ll do anything, anything if you let me go. I can’t-”
She was tearing up and he felt annoyance, grinning at her.
“On your knees then, girl. Let’s see if your mouth is any good being stuffed with a dick.”
She got on her knees and he could see the poutiest look on her face ever, as she looked like she was going to have the biggest ever hate-boner for him, but he’d just been kicked in the balls, his pants opened up and his cock laid on that uppity, scuffed-up face, the dirt on her cheeks making it look even more arousing, as she opened her mouth, and he crammed his cock in there.
“That’s it.”
She was a bad cocksucker, he was probably the first one to ever stick a dick in that mouth, but she’d kicked him right in the balls, so that meant that he’d get a free card to test whether they were still functional. A hand on the back of her head and she gagged on his cock, letting her eyes rage with that frustration.
“Don’t worry, little missy. If you do a good job and get me off, I’m forgiving you for the kick to my balls and running from the cops. You’re looking at least at a month or two if you show some good behaviour.”
He was bluffing, but the girl didn’t need to know that, her behaviour turning meeker and a lot more earnest, as she sucked.
‘Ahh, I’ll just drive her to her school and tell the headmistress that we had a little scuffle…’
A bit of punishment for her would be fine, but too much would mean paperwork.
Weiss gagged on that humongous white cock that was pushed into her mouth, the cop looking very domineering, and making her feel like she’d really messed up. She was stupid for daring to run, for daring to even kick the guy in the balls, but it’d been instinct, if she’d just gone along with him, there’d be less threat to her than him just upping the charges. It was her word against his, and he was a young man-
‘Glah. It tastes horrible.’
She felt his big hard cock push deep into her throat, her head patted by his hand, that massive staff making her throat bulge and pulse, as she felt him starting to actually fuck her mouth, her eyes tearing up, his confident laugh making her feel like she should have to do this. If she didn’t flee, she might’ve had the chance to go and have good behaviour, maybe a deal to be cut, some community service or something, but she just had to flee and make her life harder on herself.
It wasn’t the worst of things for her to do community service, given her exemplary school record, but the fact that here she was right now, on her knees with her arms pinned behind her back, a cock in her mouth belonging to some blonde cop that had her dead to rights was infuriating.
His groans and grunts, forcing her to take his cock deeper, letting her gag and choke on that dick, her whole body burning with indignation as he forced his cock deep into her throat, making her swallow his pre-cum, her eyes locked with his own cool, collected blue ones, ramming his cock into her throat again like it were some hooker’s, her body feeling the humiliation and the shame shoot through it as she knew that she was caught.
His cock started to throb and pulse, her breathing picking up as her nipples grew harder and harder simply through the sheer feelings that sucking a dick evoked within her, with the throaty moans that he gave like a serenade, his balls still in his pants, but that hot fat white dick of his nevertheless pushing deep.
She got into the rhythm, knowing nothing about how to entertain a man, but feeling that warm rush in her pussy, knowing that she was doing something to please a man, her eyes falling onto a rosary that he had around his neck, her eyes following the rosary down to the crucifix that hung there, almost like a testament of guilt and shame, as she felt her heart freeze for a moment, feeling like it was her fault, that she was crushed by her own guilt.
‘If I’d been a good person, I should’ve just bought the lipstick instead of stolen it.’
It wasn’t like she didn’t have the money, but the feeling of humiliation of this officer showing her that she was only good for base pleasure was just like the wages of her sins being thrown back at her.
She had stolen something, remembering the Headmistress’ words about the Ten Commandments, and the admonishments of sister Lucy about the fate of those that disobeyed the Ten Commandments, real boring Catholic stuff, but it was what she had to obey kind of at school.
His cock throbbed and pulsed, starting to grow bigger, her head planted in his crotch, her nose smelling that male musky smell, already priming her for what was to come. His cock would reach orgasm and he would cum down her throat, as she felt her throat swallow and constrict, taking in that seed as the hot white sperm blasted down her throat, leaving her feeling full, as his hand lightly pulled her back by the hair, her eyes looking into his own, the sun shrouding him in a halo, as he smiled.
“Good. Now-”
He was going to fuck her too.
“Please, sir. I’m a virgin.”
It was hoping against hope, but he wouldn’t show mercy to her.
“No, you’re going to get up.”
He was going to fuck her ass, no doubt! There was going to be a penis in her poo hole!
‘Nooooo! I shouldn’t have stolen! It isn’t worth it!’
He pulled her up, Weiss once more realizing just how strong he was, knowing that she had no defense against that, her whole body feeling the heat as she knew that he would take more liberties, because she’d resisted arrest.
That was another felony, she idly noted, as he pulled her along, and then got her into the back of the car, grabbing something and then opening a can.
“Drink.”
He suggested, and she drank the can that he offered, the taste of beer that definitely wasn’t high-quality entering her mouth, the bitterness letting her make a face, as he put his hands on the cuffs, the click enough to tell her that she had freedom once more, her wrists hurting a little.
“We’re going by the station, and then get you on a little ‘underage drinking’ thing. A slap on the wrist, because kids these days can buy beer wherever. We’ll forget about all of this, because otherwise you’re going for assaulting an officer and running away from law enforcement.”
She gritted her teeth but nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
He patted her head, as if she were a child.
“Good. You’re a pretty girl, but I don’t want to hear another thing about you stealing things, you hear? I’ll be talking to Headmistress Salem as well, we’re probably going to have to do a deep cleanse of the school. Bullying is rampant, good kids like the redhead are being led astray…”
He got behind the steering wheel and started the drive, Weiss feeling defeated.
He’d got her on all counts and she did not think that her word against that of a cop would be much use.
The beer had been rank.
It wasn’t like champagne at all!
“Thank you for your graciousness in bringing her home to the dorms, Officer Arc. Trust me, I will be having a very good chat with Miss Schnee.”
Jaune saluted, making sure that the headmistress kept her pleasant mood, knowing that there was just a long trip back home for some showering and getting the uniform cleaned up. The trip to the precinct had been quick, and the girl had shown proper remorse. A little speech by Captain Port and the girl had been free to go, since it was just a little teensy infraction, in the man’s words. The wink that he’d been given and the jolly ‘now be a good girl, miss Schnee’ from the Captain told him that he might get some brownie points for having brought her in and making sure that she had a good positive experience with law enforcement.
Forcing her to drink beer also got rid of the traces of semen. It was not really something that he would do regularly, but her going to the precinct with like, cum on her breath or something, would just get him in hot water.
He was here to make sure that she was on the straight and narrow and a ‘stress test’ of his balls was needed to make sure that he wasn’t like, shooting bloody sperm or something.
“Do head to the church, Officer. Sister Lucy will be there to take your confession. She has heard things about a lost little lamb.”
He headed there next, pushing open the heavy wooden door and sighting the nun standing behind the altar, her hands holding the bible, reading the passages that were there, Jaune looking at the blonde nun whose head rose, a small smile on her lips.
“For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.”
The prayer that he’d heard before, as he smiled.
“You wanted to see me, Sister Lucy?”
Like a dream, she glided to him, her steps barely audible on the stone, her fingers placed on his chest.
“Come, to the confessional.”
She sat him down and he could feel the pressure on his back, as she considered it for a moment.
“Blessed are those who do justice in this world of sin and vileness, Officer Arc.”
Her voice was quiet, humble as she spoke, his eyes seeing the faint outline through the confessional, the smell of incense heavy in the air.
“All who wander are lost, without the light of our Lord. It is to the shepherd of our eternal soul to guide us home. A lost lamb came to lodge here, and I was wondering whether you would cast her out or to let her remain in shelter. Headmistress Salem suggested I place this query before someone who could rule. Like Job, I am but the plaything of my Lord, my Father in Heaven.”
He gave a quiet hum.
“I’m too young to judge others… But I think that a lost lamb should be sheltered. That’s what belief is all about, to repent and to be forgiven, right?”
The nun gave a quiet sound of understanding.
“Luke 15:10. In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents. It is a beautiful phrase, don’t you agree? The Lord’s paradise, open to those who renounce their wicked ways.”
She sounded very breathless, her voice husky and almost weeping, as Jaune wondered whether he should ask her whether she was alright.
“For sinners we have been born as, to be redeemed once our repentance comes nigh.”
There was a softness to her voice, as she seemed to worry about that, Jaune speaking up.
“I think I’m not without my own sins, Sister.”
There was a quiet sigh.
“Lust, greed and sloth are but the sins of one who lives a life of mortal constraints, Officer. Even I recall what it was like to be embraced by men, to share myself with them in bliss…”
A heavy, rueful sound, as Sister Lucy seemed to take a moment.
“The lost little lamb shall be spared damnation, Officer. May she remain within the house of the Lord a little while longer.”
He exited the confessional once Sister Lucy had left, finding Yang entering the massive edifice, her eyes surprised, as she spotted him.
“Officer Arc is just leaving, Yang. How about we go for a quiet contemplation on the scripture before our evening meal?”
‘A lost lamb…’
He smiled at her.
“She’s a bright girl that shines like the sun, Sister Lucy. Have a nice day, Miss Xiao Long. Don’t do weird stuff anymore, okay?”
Sister Lucy smiled wanly, as she brushed a hand through her hair.
“Not as bright as I am, Officer. I did graduate high school.”
He laughed at that, as Sister Lucy urged Yang to come with her.
‘A shower, and a nice evening meal would be great.’
He was a bit hungry.
All in a day’s work.
This was commissioned work.
Congratulations on being a father, man.