Sister Amelia entered Father Annalis’s study room with a group of her fellow nuns. It was nearing the end of the academic year for the students at the Christ Summit School for Troubled Youth, which meant that all of the senior boys would start heading home the next month.
Father Annalis was never one for small talk, much preferring to cut his conversations down to the bone. He swiveled around in his high-back chair to face them, clasping his palsied hands on the cherry-wood desk before him.
“As you know,” he said, his voice little more than a wet rasping, “it is time to administer our annual morality assessments to our young men who will be graduating this year. We must see if they have truly turned towards the light of our savior.”
“How many will each of us get this time?” Sister Amelia asked.
He looked at her, irritation crossing his liver-spotted face. “You will take as many boys as I order you to. God speaks through me and He says that you will each receive five to seven. The graduating class this year is small.”
Aggravation rose within her. She resented Father Annalis for all his conceitedness. She was the one doing God’s work, not him, but given his authority over her she had to remain submissive to him.
“Yes, Father,” she said, lowering her gaze. “I am sorry.”
He ignored her apology, which was admittedly better than him accepting it for it meant that he wasn’t truly angry with her. He addressed each of the nuns to personally assign them the names they were meant to test. None of them were brave enough to ask any questions, so it was quickly her turn.
“Sister Amelia,” he said, “you will take on Gabriel Allen, Aaron Brown, Benjamin Lee, Jude Phillips, Daniel Pierce, and Isaac Wright.”
Once all of the nuns had received their names, he concluded their congregation with the recitation of a passage from the Bible. “Remember,” he told them, “‘The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace.’”
“Yes, Father,” came the collective response.
“Get started administering assessments immediately,” he ordered before dismissing them to resume his studies.
The other nuns were never very eager for the end of the school year. This was, however, not true for Sister Amelia, who greatly enjoyed giving out the morality assessments. She was a servant to God, proudly performing his will. She knew she would be rewarded immensely in Heaven when her time came but for now she was only twenty-seven and had many more years left to prove her holy worth to her savior.
Deciding to start with the first boy on the list, Sister Amelia found Gabriel Allen’s dorm room. She lightly rapped her knuckles against the door, and it was only a few seconds later that it swung open.
“Sister,” he said, slightly bowing his head, “I didn’t expect you. Forgive my appearance.”
He was a tall lad, taller than her, but his body had not yet filled out. His light brown hair was cropped short as per the school rules. He certainly didn’t appear disheveled or unorderly, but he was still in his loungewear and that was not conventional for it being so late in the day.
“Put on some appropriate attire and then go to my office. I will meet you there.”
His blue eyes widened in fear. “Did I do something wrong?”
She smiled. “Not yet,” she said. “Please, get dressed and then go to my office. I trust you know where it is?”
“Good. And pay no mind to the plastic covering on the floor and couch. Make yourself comfortable. It’s only there to repel dirt and dust.”
She turned on her heel and walked away, hurrying back to the nuns’ hall. Once inside her own bedroom she stripped off her robes to the nude. She crossed the room to her wardrobe, pulled it open, and took out the red dress that had been hanging there since the prior year. She slipped it on; it was snug and clung to her previously concealed curves and had a low neckline to showcase her breasts. She bent down to retrieve her strappy black heels from the bottom of the closet and then she put those on, too. She walked to the vanity to mess with her hair and makeup. She pulled her long, wavy tresses from its tight bun to let it fall down her back in a cascade of blonde. After brushing it out, she applied a coating of lip gloss and mascara.
She beamed at her reflection. “‘For we are God’s handiwork,’” she said reverently, “‘created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.’”
She opened the vanity’s drawer and pulled out the wooden box within. Inside the box was a long, slender knife wrapped in black silk. She took it and then left her room, making sure to keep it behind her back as she walked to her office.
“I’m coming in,” she said as she opened her door. She stepped inside. “Thank you for your patience, Gabriel.”
The boy stared at her, slack jawed, with his eyes bulging from his head.
Sister Amelia giggled. “See something you like?” she teased. She stalked over to him, hands still behind her as she bit her bottom lip suggestively.
“I – What –”
“Shh,” she cooed, “you don’t have to say a word.”
She slid into his lap, taking her free hand and running her fingers down his jawline. She felt his cock harden underneath her.
“What are you doing, Sister?”
She traced the buttons down his shirt; he inhaled sharply. “Call me Amelia,” she said.
“Okay,” he breathed.
“Do you like this?”
He nodded meekly.
She leaned in close, brushing her lips against his ear. “Would you like to fuck me?” she whispered.
He trembled. “Yes, more than anything.”
“God, yes. You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this.”
She kissed him, and he eagerly shoved his tongue into her mouth. He placed his hands low on her hips and made her sway against him.
She pulled back. “Close your eyes,” she said.
“I’d like to show you something and I want it to be a surprise.”
He obeyed, grinning.
She pulled out the knife, relishing the way it fit perfectly in her palm. It had been a long time but now she was once again doing what she was destined for.
“May God forgive you for your sin,” she said.
Gabriel’s eyes flew open. “What?” He saw the knife. “What are you – ”
In one swift motion she slit the blade across his jugular. His blood spurted out in bright red rivulets of corruption. As it ran down her face she wept rapturously, for she knew that God was looking down on her with pride.