The Devil’s Daughter

The Annabelle Oakley institute was a catholic re-education facility for “sexual deviants” who had to be “cured” from their “sickness”.

Corporal punishment and public shaming was a daily affair, and the nuns would would both figuratively and literally whip out the wordt punishments just suspicions of wrongdoings.

“Confess your sins, harlots!” Commanded a stern looking nun, holding a leaking garden hose in her hands. “When you finally do, we can stop this nonsense.”

“Please, sister Barbara,” begged one of the girls, tears streaming down her cold, red face. “We already told you the truth. Nathalie believed she hurt her hips, and she only asked us to look if it wasn’t serious!”

“Liar!” Without warning, sister Barbara turned on the hose again, freezing the screaming girls. Turning the hose off she ignored she cries and wailings and demanded, “again, what did you do?”

This continued for another hour, until the girls finally were send to the bedrooms on the top floor. Shivering and weeping, the girls slowly marched upstairs.

“No breakfast for liars.” Shouted sister Barbara, before taking off without making any eye contact.

Natalie wept quietly in her bed. She started doubting the events of the day, as she started doing more often. Did she really ask the other girls to check her injury, or did she desire to be watched? Was she sick like the sisters and parents told her?

“… Here are the bedrooms. Check ups at random intervals, so don’t try anything funny.” Spoke a nun disinterested.

“My, I would never!” Spoke a voice sarcastically.

Walking through the doorpost, she saw the most hauntingly beautiful woman she’d ever seen. The bagginess of her shirt hid it well, but the white fiber revealed some rather toned arms and abs. She had the stare that’d make you believe she owned the whole building, and a smile that would make you think she’d wanted to blow the place up. Her fiery red hair waved down to her shoulder blades, which accentuated her green eyes. Her sharp nose and mole on her chin only brought forth the flawlessness of her skin.

“Here is your bed. We provided sleepwear and a toothbrush. Be up at six, or you won’t get breakfast!”

“I love the place already! In my old school they kept us in separate rooms, but here you put all the spices in the same pan.” There was a genuine seriousness from her voice.

“Listen Watson, your old school might’ve been too weak-willed to deal with some sick nobody like you. But we are harsher. We will cure you. Understood?!”

“Roger!” The girl walked over to her bed, staring to the other girls. “Name’s Jess. Pleased to meet you gals.”

Nobody even having the will to answer her, she’d shrugged and looked at her pyjama. “There seems to be an issue with my pyjama.” Asked Jess.

“What’s the matter?” Nathalie stood up.

“It came from the 19th century. Isn’t there something that doesn’t look like Scrooge’s hand-me-downs?”

“Jess, please don’t make a ruckus. You don’t know what the nuns here are capable off.”

Ignoring the warning, Jess continued. “Eh, I’ll just sleep like this.” She stripped off her clothes, revealing a red single strap bra and a matching string.

“Jess, we’re not joking.”

Jess just reached towards her shoes, and opened a hidden compartment in her heel. She grabbed a cigaret and a lighter, lit it up, and took a deep puff as she lied down in bed.

“JESSICA WATSON, WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?!” Shouted sister Barbara. “How did you get that cigaret?”

“Why, you want to borrow one?” She grinned before tossing the lighter and the box of cigarettes to the nun. As she stared down in Barbara ‘s eyes, she pressed the cigaret against the wall, leaving a black mark.

“Get over here, you!” Barbara grabbed Jess by her wrist and dragged her down. “You get a firsthand experience in how we deal with whores like you.

Later, Jess was put outside in the pouring rain in nothing but her underwear, not allowed to enter till tomorrow morning.

At first, people believed that this would be an one time only thing, that Jess would regret her actions and fall in line by sunrise like many before her.

But despite the freezing cold and heavy rain, she grinned. In fact, she looked at the windows where some of the nuns were looking, and kept piercing their eyes. In the end, she just happily entered the school the next morning.

And it didn’t end there. She kept breaking the rules over the next month, and no matter the punishment, she grinned throughout the whole process. Hosing her down, holding her head underwater, sleep deprivation. But that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part were her eyes.

For as happy as her mouth looked, her eyes just looked dead. And yet, whenever someone stared at her, they felt in immense dread.

This, combined with her behavior, landed her the moniker;

The Devil’s Daughter.

“Hey, Jess!” Natalie caught up to the girl in the hallway. “Why are you doing all this? You can’t enjoy this suffering, can you?”

“Dear Natalie,” whispered Jess, holding Natalie’s hair as she pulled her closer. “I do this for my one goal.”

“A-and that is?”

“To make this school their hell, and our paradise.”