Sweetest Sin

Chapter Four- Sheeps To the Slaughter

As daybreak made its way over the area of the school grounds, I found the boy’s company to be rather relaxing instead of irritating as it first was. He told me his name was Vincent, but everyone called him by his last name, “Warren”. Just as I had made my way in the direction of my window, I found there to be the whistling of a teacher coming from beneath us. If a rock were to slip beneath my foot or a gliding of a misstep on mine or Warren’s end were to be heard, we would be discovered. However, as he had witnessed the teacher first, he had pulled me back in such a way where my back laid against the top of the roof, flat against the black top.

“I could say that I’m sorry, but I’m really not…” Warren stated as he took it upon himself to place his hand upon my hip. In all honesty, I was attracted to him as he gave a mischievous persona about him that I did like, but anytime I felt myself drawn to him, I only envisioned Gabriele. With Warren’s breath hitting my lips, I imagined it to be Gabriele, with his touch on my hips-even his eyes looking into mine….I could only picture him. I don’t know what it was about him that made him more alluring than Warren...and then it hit me.

He was forbidden, he was taboo..he was a deadly sin that would certainly damn my soul to hell if I was to break it. But he was so tempting, he was so deliciously innocent, and I wanted to taint him. I wanted him to want me, and so I thought of this as climbed back down the stairwell, disposing of the blunt before reentering the building, and moving back to the room to find one of the girls looking to me with a glare. She seemed skeptical of me until I heard Tessa’s voice call my name from down the hall.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to go in there to find you…” She confessed as she set her Bible against her chest. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to sit in church with me.”

“On Sunday?”

“Today…”

“But it’s Wednesday…”

“We have church everyday. An hour before school and then we go into our studies…”

I couldn’t hide the disapproval in my gaze. I already hated being here as I was just now getting used to the antique smell of the fixture itself. And I thought going to church on Sunday was punishment enough.

“Father Romano will be leading the service today.” I felt my attention perk up immediately. To see him again, even if I couldn’t be alone with him, didn’t mean that I couldn’t still try and seduce him from afar. I would just have to make sure the evil witch of a woman who I was forced to call “mother” wouldn’t catch onto my plan.

“You have to explain these uniforms to me…” I commented as I looked to her while she was currently dressed in one and I was still in my nightgown. The uniforms consisted of a skirt, decorated in plaid which had made me want to barf right on the spot. But then I thought about them having been a bit shorter, perhaps using pins or hair clips I could make that work. My eyes then focused upon the top portion which was of a sweater and a basic blouse beneath. Luckily, the blouse held buttons that I could simply have exposing more cleavage that what would be proper and allowed in this “pure” establishment. The sweater would have to be left as is, as I knew I could tie it in the center of my stomach-but that would be about it. With these thoughts in mind, I quickly rushed to the showers, feeling lucky to be the first of the day to use them, before changing into my version of the outfit. However, instead of leading in the hallways with my cleavage exposed for others to see, I kept myself conservative until Gabriele’s eyes would be set onto me.

We began with an opening prayer that echoed throughout the entire church as I tried to mouth the words to spare my hand being struck by a ruler again. It was only after this prayer and opening my eyes that I saw Father Romano and could smile with true compassion behind the curve of my lips. Although I didn’t care to listen to the words he spoke specifically, I focused upon his voice itself and it felt as though he was speaking directly to me. With these thoughts rushing through my mind, I softly brought my fingers to the buttons of my sweater and released the top one with a subtle tug, exposing on my white shirt beneath and the base of my neck. I didn’t even seem to catch a glance as he looked over the entire congregation and read from the Bible as I then positioned myself so my foot hung out in the aisle as opposed to being flat on the ground like those who behaved like Tessa. I now saw that I had gained his attention, but only for a moment. I bounced my foot up and down to continue with his gaze as I found him to try and be subtle, although he watched me.

Realizing I peaked his interest, I moved down to my shoe as if going to fix it before dragging my finger up my leg just as he uttered the word “thigh” within his sermon. He cleared his throat before speaking “Thy” instead and continuing on as I saw others begin to look at me suspiciously. I wanted for a handful of moments to pass before continuing to unbutton my sweater, finally revealing the decolletage that was desperate for air. I noticed his eyes to freeze in my vicinity, but I was still unaware if it was from me or to anyone in front or behind me. It nearly drove me crazy not knowing and so I stretched my arms as if achy and found his gaze to lock onto me before finally fading away as he caught the glare of Mother Rhoussar.

He then continued the remainder of his lesson of the day as we were then forced into the academic portion of our day. Fortunately, the amount of girls in the class this year had been so minimal that we were all forced into one classroom and some were even forced to stand in the back until other chairs could be brought in. I had expected there to be bustling conversation and in depth gossiping, but found every single girl to sit forward as if they were hypnotized or being given a secret to staying thin forever. They sat with their feet flat on the floor, their back straight, and their hands set face down on the table. As I was new to this, I didn’t even try and fall into their usual mechanics before I found a ruler to slap down hard on the desk in front of me.

This didn’t make me immediately obey, but it did cause me to stop leaning back in my chair and gasp. This specific teacher was was Moter Rhoussar-but gave the same bitter attitude that made me want to place that ruler where the sun don’t shine.

“I am aware you are new here, so I did not strike you. But watch the others, observe, and learn…” She spoke to me as the rest of the class chuckled to themselves before silencing when seeing her glare in their unified direction; scoping the entire room until refocusing back to me.

“Miss…” She scanned the names upon a list before coming upon mine, “Sacramon…Would you be so kind to stand?” I complied, knowing my protesting would not be understood by someone who saw things so black and white. I looked to her with a glare as she moved to me and held her hand out. “We do not chew gum in my class.” I quickly blew a bubble directly in her face as she used the tip of the ruler to pop it.

“You must think you are quite funny…”

I shrugged before continuing to chew until I felt her take hold of my wrist and hit me three times. It was with enough force to cause bruises for days to come as I pulled them back, and in the process, lost my gum-as it fell into her hand.

“I know you have your ideals Miss Sacramon, but here, we do not take your ignorance for authority as anything more than a sin. We are your teachers, your sisters, and your paths to God…”

“It sounds to me like you just need to get laid…” I commented beneath my breath as her mouth dropped open. I could then see the ruler come into the direction of my face before her name was called by a dominating male voice. She was ordered from the room by Father Deaceria and scolded as she faced me through the doorway. I pulled a piece of gum from my sweater pocket and placed it back in my mouth and stuck out my tongue between chews before sitting back down. All I could see was that fiery hatred that was similar to jealousy when it came to women whom I had faced so far in life.

“Miss Sacramon…” Father DAceria motioned for me to them move into the hallway. “I know things can be difficult to adjust to, but you must understand that our rules are strict. To understand this, you will be forced labor work.”

“Labor work?” I repeated with confusion as he nodded.

“Cleaning.” I groaned to myself as he shook his head and held his finger up to show me this wasn’t the right way to respond.

“I hope this teaches you to behave and respect your elders…” Within this moment, I saw Gabriele pass in the hallway and look to me with a nervous blush. I knew it...he had been watching me...and I had gotten to him…