Nuns

She had taken her vows in the old world.

Chastity. Obedience. Silence.

None of that mattered anymore.

The new doctrine was clear: every white woman in the Church now belonged to the superior order. The convent had been converted months ago.

She knelt on the cold stone floor of the chapel, habit still covering her shoulders, but the front pulled open. Her bare breasts were offered without resistance, soft and pale under the dim light. A heavy hand rested on the back of her neck.

“Look up,” my deep voice ordered.

She did. She saw my my muscular body standing before her.

“This is how we pray now,” he said. “With open mouths and open bodies.”

She closed her eyes as she opened her mouth wide, waiting to receive.