Thread: Unholy Conspiracy (Quix and Xana)

Jeff's expression remained dispassionate as the young woman reacted in a manner not unexpected to his blunt honesty. Trained as a Journalist to keep emotion and personal feelings bottle inside, 'just the facts m'aam' , so as not to demonstrate bias, it was only after she stormed out that he released a sigh, massaged his forehead, and allowed a brief wave of guilt to rush over him. Then, he brushed it aside. The poor woman had issues, but what could he do? Junkies and whores, each with their own tale of woe, littered the city, and it wasn't his profession to help them out. That's what the authorities, social workers and drug and alcohol counselors were for. Justifying his actions, Jeffrey finished his beverage, left a tip on the table, then returned to his office to continue with his research on the graft and corruption article. However, as he sat at his desk, the memory of the look in her eyes, and desperation in her tone continued to nag at his subconscious, and he found his fingers tapping the keyboard, typing the name Father Thorne into the search box on one google tab as he awaited a map of Woodrow Street to load on another. An hour later, what he'd discovered had piqued his interest enough to pick up the phone to call Patrick McCarthy, the editor of the Herald's Society Pages, and a trusted colleague. Pat, it's Jeffrey. What can you tell me about a Father Dominic Thorne? A man, Jeff had discovered, who'd been ordained in Philadelphia, moved Parish three times in the decade after he'd commenced preaching, before being transferred to Boston five years previously, and was currently listed, vaguely, as an Administrator, absent contact details or congregation. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Come in, Child. Damien smiled at Jana, and gently closed the door behind her. I hope breakfast was satisfactory, and the other girls welcomed you into the fold? He asked as he shifted around in front of the young woman. The last sentence contained a touch of sarcasm, as it appeared obvious from her expression and submissive demeanour that she hadn't exactly been comforted by mess-hall conversation. If not, don't be concerned. As I mentioned before, many of the women have experienced a difficult time, and are suspicious of those who are new, who they may perceive as a threat, real or not. They'll come around, but also at times, they do need to be reminded of who is in charge of this facility. The Priest shrugged, further closed the distance between them, and lifted a hand to cup the young woman's chin, so that she couldn't avoid his eyes. Which is why I am required to advise you of the most important rule, if you wish to remain in the shelter, and safe from the retribution of your Father. Pausing, Thorne raised a brow, then quoted, by heart, from Timothy 212. I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man rather, she is to remain quiet. Holding her gaze, he smiled. That is the Word of God, Jana, and it's relevance here is, that to ensure the safety of our wayward flock, I, and my fellow Priests, possess ultimate authority. If rules are broken, or we believe it is for the benefit of all residents, discipline is ours to decide upon and administer. As God's representatives on Earth, we carry out His will. Do you understand? Thorne, his tone still gentle, pressed the Bible, its pages having been expertly flipped, into her hand, indicated the passages circled in red pen Corinthian 113 , and Corinthian 119 and motioned for the girl to assume the position of prayer, where she'd be at direct eye-level with the erection that tented his robe. If so, please display your comprehension, and oath to acquiesce to our commands without complaint, by reading the highlighted text aloud, then explain what it means to you, and offer your praise to the Lord Saviour for delivering you into our care.