Jude. Timothy was horrified as he watched Mary Eunice dragging Jude behind her. She was shaking and definitely frightened.

It was long past bedtime and Jude was only wearing her "nightgown". She tried to cover her naked arms as she was freezing without her blanket.

Timothy hadn't seen her after the electroshock therapy. Jude didn't seem to be herself as she stood weakly and confused in front of the bed.

She looked so small and fragile, he wanted to hug and comfort her. It was then that he realised he was still frozen. He couldn't move wether to comfort Jude nor to cover himself.

Mary Eunice seemed to be the only one looking at HIM. Judes eyes were unfocused and she searched the room for god knows what. Her blond locks fell in her face and Timothy yearned to see her eyes. She was always able to give him strength even in her weakness.

The younger nun was satisfied with his longing thoughts towards Jude. It would make it easy for her to let them suffer. Mary Eunice knew that the pure monsignor wanted nothing more than to become cardinal and eventually pope. He would do everything to achieve that, even if he had to kill someone.

To loose his purity to a nun and let the only woman he ever were able to love watch them, would be more than satisfying.

Mary moved over towards the bed and kneeled again above the priest. Timothy watched her, horrified, as she opened the buttons of her habit. "Jude please, do something! Stop her!"

Jude looked at him for the first time and opened her mouth but no loud left her lips. She didn't really seem to understand what was happening until Mary pushed her habit past her shoulders.

The former nun recognised her red slip immediately but she was too shocked to stop Mary. "Jude please, help me!" Timothy tried hard to stop the urge to rotate his hips against Mary Eunice. Of course he remembered the gown and after finding it between Judes belongings, he dreamed about it every night.

It was wrong, everything seemed to be so wrong. Jude tried to run towards the door but her legs didn't seem to obey her. She stumbled backwards against the doorframe but couldn't turn around fast enough before Mary stopped her.

"Where do you want to go my little rare bird?! He wanted you to be here, why should you leave now?!" Mary grabbed Judes arm and yanked her back. Timothy was afraid she would hurt Jude but Mary left her besides the door which shut by an invisible force.

Jude felt trapped and hugged herself, desperately trying to understand what Mary wanted. Is she supposed to watch them? It was clear that the devil tried to destroy her but this would be too much. She had lost already everything, even Timothy. She couldn't bear to stay and observe them any longer.

Timothy watched helplessly as Jude tried again to get away. Her back connected hard with the stone wall behind her as Mary threw her against it. Jude cried out but didn't move. Her back was straight against the cold wall as Mary aproached her.

"Judy, Judy, Judy. You can't go now. Don't you realise you're here for a reason?! Don't deny that you wanted to be present when he's loosing his virtue and today is your lucky day... You will be present but not like you imagined it." Mary stood in front of Jude and caressed her cheek. She loved the fear and anguish in her eyes.

The former nun had many fantasies about the monsignor and Mary Eunice wanted to destroy everything. Jude would always think back to this night and how another woman got what she desired.

Mary replaced her fingers with her lips and kissed Judes cheek. "Don't move or you will miss the most interesting part." As the young nun turned around, Jude felt that she couldn't move. She was forced to watch them, standing next to the bed with a clear view of them.

Timothy had watched both woman the whole time. It broke his heart to see Jude so fragile and broken. Surely, it was his fault too. He didn't stop Mary Eunice and Arthur. He could have helped her but he was too proud and disappointed to help his fallen rare bird.

Judes expression of sadness and loneliness brought him back to the reality. Both knew now what will happen and Timothy hoped Jude would survive it.

Mary was kneeling above him again but Timothy could only watch Jude. Small, delicate fingers opened the buttons of his pajama but Timothy couldn't feel anything. His eyes locked with Judes for the first time and his body denied Mary Eunice what she desired.

"Oh father, aren't you excited? We are like Adam and Eve. Exploring each others body for the first time." Mary tried to arouse the priest with her angelic voice and by rotating her hips against him. She caressed his chest but his body didn't react like she wanted to...

Timothys mind and body were working in sync again and he only felt anguish and fear. The same feelings he could see in Judes eyes.

A disappointed Mary Eunice stood and walked over to Jude, clearly angry about her failed seduction.

"Maybe we should try something different to get the monsignors attention... Jude, wanna help me?!" Mary started to kiss Judes cheek softly, changing her plan wasn't all bad. Jude tasted sweet and her skin felt incredibly soft.

The devil inside of Mary Eunice had been mostly in male bodies and enjoyed Judes curvaceous body against his own.

"Maybe the monsignor needs something to stimulate his eyes too... Jude, show us what you've been hiding all those years under your thick habit...".

Mary shoved slowly her hand up and revealed the soft skin of Judes firm leg.

Timothy closed his eyes for a couple of seconds. Praying for strength and asking himself if he was in heaven or hell.