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Rapture...
In the midst of a boarding school's demise, a young and naive nun experiences an intense sexual awakening.
Retold through her diary, the secluded school of St. Martin's is falling apart. To make matters worse, a student goes missing, pitting fear and doubt against the school's headmaster. When the headmaster begins exhibiting disturbing behavior, it's up to the nun to protect the last remaining students. Aide arrives in the form of a mysterious priest, whose very presence poses the rawest temptation for the nun. But as winter closes in on the isolated group, an unseen danger takes hold, threatening escape. The nun's final testimony of her affair with a priest and their battle against seemingly true evil will blur the line between cabin fever and a haunting from hell.
EXCERPT:
February 20, 1995
I've spent the last few
days avoiding Fr. Derrick. Not an easy task in a school with a population of 7.
Today he finally cornered me alone, though. I suppose it was inevitable.
"Do I look
diseased?"
"What?"
"You've done your
best to keep me at a distance, and cover yourself with the kids the past few
days. I'm assuming my appearance has rattled you." He wasn't wrong. My
nerves were on edge, and what I had prayed for was a way out. Not a new
stranger to figure out.
"I like to keep
structure for the children. It keeps them occupied." I wanted to get away from
him, but he was blocking the doorway.
"I'm just asking
for a moment. I'd like to help. The missing boy—that has to have taken a toll.
And the recent disappearance of Sister Mary—also unsettling."
"They're
coping," I said, listlessly. He stepped closer to me, his blue eyes on my
face, impossible to get around them.
"I'm talking about
you." His concern made me laugh. We were all on our own, except for the
children.
"I'm alright. I am
disappointed, I'll admit, that you've essentially come to help babysit."
My tone was biting, unfriendly. And I wanted to back off, but the anger was on
the surface, and I was tired.
“You can’t do this
alone, Sister.” All I could do was nod my head. Annoyance in my eyes, I knew my
speech would be shaky, so I stood mute. Finally he moved away from the door,
and I made my escape down to the kitchen. There was something about that man
that just unsettled me. No, not unsettled. That was the wrong word.
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