Thread: Pulling the Strings of Depravity [>Haru & Riley<]

Father Daniel West Ph.D. , Headmaster and Bishop of St. Mary's Boarding School for Troubled Girls, and sponsored by Trinity Teens Solutions, was having some trials of a spiritual nature. He'd been placed in charge of the facility only one year ago and even in that time had seen all manner of young women come and go. He was highly revered and worked hand in hand with the other teachers of the facility. The School is passionate about rescuing girls from crisis, renewing their belief and trust in God, and reuniting them with their families to produce long-term results. Teens who are experiencing a host of detrimental issues can expect positive long term results in the care of the school. At St. Mary's School for Troubled Girls, such girls are immersed in a home environment with the care and concern of loving, highly-trained staff who live on campus to provide full nurturing benefits. Education is a key component and the school helps students learn through the biblically based educational programs. Animal therapy and equine assisted therapy are part of the therapeutic methods used to provide the girls with opportunities to heal and succeed. The school believes that through prayer and worship, troubled girls can learn integrity and responsibility. Therapeutic programs include on-site family counseling and therapy, giving parents hope in family restoration, while keeping them well informed of their daughters progress. The campus of the school was surrounded by a brick wall topped with an iron-wrought fence. Cameras dotted the campus as well, the 80-acre grounds criss-crossed with pathways and gardens interspersed with the various buildings that included the main church which was the town's Catholic church and open to all, the main school, the cafeteria, science labs, library, stables and kennels, the dormitories, the convent, and also the house provided the Headmaster. There was also the small hospital and drug detox center. It was there that the most unruly and troubled girls were kept the ones strung out on drugs, or whom had lived homeless, or came to the school pregnant. Kept separate from the general population until they were deemed fit. At least, that was how it was for 95 of the females at St. Mary's. Callie was an exception. From what Father Daniel could learn, she had no family. Had never had a single visitor. It was troubling in a way, for even the most disturbed of the young women at least had friends that might visit. Callie was different. In his study and curiosity over the young woman, Father Daniel began to feel drawn to her. He wanted to help. It was his way. The Father had a deep burden. The school was to provide a home-like environment for the girls and though Daniel brought in priests now and then, and of course there were some male teachers, his presence was the most fatherly that most of the girls might know, and as had been proven again and again, a well-rounded young person, male or female, needed a mother and a father. Taking his duties very seriously he had begun to talk to the girl, and would make sure he was always quick with a kind word. She was quite beautiful, and he had wondered what her background was, and in looking through the records and learning the grounds, the Abbot had found something rather remarkable. A series of catacombs and tunnels ran beneath the entire campus. Further investigation showed that all whom had known of the facilities strange pathways were long dead. Further investigation revealed that the grounds had not always been owned by the church, but had in fact been used for several other functions as a hideaway for the Underground Railroad and then later during Prohibition. So it came to be that Father West liked to surprise those around him by using the tunnel that ran from the church to his home, or to other such locales. On call 24-hours, especially when the normal head Nurse was not available, Father West often stopped by the hospital and the infirmary to check on students. It was during one of these trips that he grabbed the vial of Demerol and the syringe. At the time he hadn't known why, but as he watched Callie one day it occured to him. She would be his secreted slave, his stash of outlawed potent drink. He would imbibe her and take from her with none the wiser. Her history showed a runaway, a constant flight response to things that might trouble her. She'd managed to avoid getting hooked on drugs, but only through luck. Now that she was older, should she disappear again, who knew what trouble might befall her. Selling her body for drugs, or worse. Father West knew he could save her from such a fate, save the body for godly works. So it was that the syringe was filled and she was caught alone in the library. He knew she studied late. The rooms below the church itself and also his own home had proven to be the best places for him to construct the various devices and store the intruments of his good work. They had been prepared and now he would deliver the Lamb. Deliver the needful Flock to her Teacher and Savior. He would carry her and show her the True Path. She might not understand at first, but he could show her clarity, show her mercy. Give her to the Lord. The long and wide wooden table was fitted with the straps and she was layed upon it, supine and still dressed. Wrists and ankles bound tightly, though not enough to cut off circulation. Father West was humming to himself as he worked, making adjustments to some of the equipment.