BEGIN DAY 3

DAY 3

The alarm went off right at four AM, and in a fog of sleepiness and confusion I recalled that I had promised to cover Sister Helen's bread baking shift. I had a quick shower, threw my shift on and headed to the kitchen which where, as was to be expected, completely dark and empty.

While I mixed the ingredients, an uncomfortable feeling, akin to being completely alone in a dark void, besieged me. Confused and nervous, I questioned what could be wrong with me. Seeking comfort, I moved my hand to my breast, but I felt nothing.

That's it! Father Father Martín's rosary!

I ran back to my room to search for it. As soon as the rosary was back in my hands I felt properly safe and accompanied, as well as a rush of determination to face the day with utmost energy. I put the rosary back around my neck, and it nested comfortably between my breasts as I went back and continued baking the bread for the day.

That bread you're making looks delicious, beautiful Layla. Why don't you grace it with your spit? I'm sure your pure and virgin saliva will make it even more appetizing.

Without questioning the logic behind it, I did what my instinct instructed me to do. After kneading and baking it, I realized this batch of bread was undoubtedly my best. Large, golden, and spongy, the smell wafting from the ovens was heavenly.

After taking it out of the oven, I looked at the clock and noticed I still had a couple of hours before having to take the bread to our sale spot in the Town.

Perhaps I should invest these hours in studying the Bible

With Sister Helen?

The following CHYOA Interactive Erotica is an adaptation of the first 5 days of the game "The Whore of Babylon" published by Kitty and The Lord.

If you'd like to continue the story or know more, please visit kitty-and-the-lord.itch.io/the-whore-of-babylon