The Three Belles pt 9 - "Why am I dressed as a Nun?"💘

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What's all this? Why on earth am I in a church? And why the hell am I wearing a nun's outfit? Are you kidding me? I know you didn't just slap a nun in the backside.

Oh sweetheart, I would never do that to an actual nun. Who on earth do you think you are? Standing there half naked and tanned and kind of hot.

Hot, I mean sweaty. Hang on, no way, is that you in there? But of course, leaving my signature on your ass makes me instantly recognizable, does it not? I had to be close, and this gardener just happened to be the closest.

You like how I look, Belle? Yes. No! Of course I do that, I mean fucking hell.

Anyway, care to explain why the fuck I'm dressed as a nun? Because this I've just got to hear. It's a little bit complicated.

Huh, you think? Explain, now. You need to take the place of Sister Sophia.

Who? You are joking, aren't you? How long for? She's a very gentle soul, who was basically given little choice by her family.

Forced even, a few years ago, to give her oath to serve as they believed it to be the only way of saving her. Saving her from what? That's a very good question.

She is in trouble for committing a sin and was told to report to Bishop Andre, who's planning on excommunicating Sister Sophia. But Bishop Andre has been called away for an urgent meeting in Rome. Vicar Saul has been sent to replace him, and he's a very unforgiving, somewhat brutal man.

He intends to defend Sister Sophia on the one hand, while blackmailing Sophia to ensure she stays here for his own purpose and use. There's no way that Sister Sophia will cope at all, let alone do well with the situation that's about to unfold. I have no doubt that he'll be violent towards her.

This is where you come in. I'm sorry, what? Vicar Saul has no idea what Sister Sophia looks like.

She has heard rumors about him and is already terrified about what will happen. She won't survive the trauma of his actions. You will.

I'm sorry, what? Why don't you just make him step on a rake and knock himself out and everyone can live happily ever after or something? Belle, this is important.

Everything happens for a reason, and when the time is right. He'll get his comeuppance, but not today. Sophia will find all the strength she needs to change, not just her own life, but the life of many.

And she'll find that strength through you and on a path she was born to travel. Seriously? Okay, you owe me one for this.

I don't care who you think you are, little god or not, you owe me for this. Don't worry, you'll be fine. Just know that this has to play itself out this way for those events to domino.

For fuck's sake. Okay, I'll do it. Where is he? What do I have to do? What do I have to say? I don't know how all this shit works.

Protocols and all that. You'll address him as Vicar Saul until he tells you otherwise. Say God forgive me in French three times.

Other than that, remain silent. Just do whatever he tells you to do. Say whatever he tells you to say.

You'll get through this and you'll be fine within a few hours as if nothing happened to you. What's going to happen to me? Is he in there now? Where'd you go? I can't believe he just left me here.

Again. Come on, baby. You've got this.

You can handle it. It's all you need to go. Right? I guess that's him.

You can do this, Belle. Just put one foot in front of the other. That must be him.

He's sure I'm going to be okay. This does not feel good. Not good at all.

Vicar Saul. Tu me perdon. Tu me perdon.

Tu me perdon. Tu me perdon. Tu me perdon.

Tu me perdon. Xavier? He mustn't see you.

He doesn't know who you look like. He thinks I'm you. Is he gone? Nice to meet you.

It's okay. I'm okay. I'll be okay.

It's okay. It's okay. I promise.

I was sent to take your place. That's all you need to know. I don't know if it's to do with the church or something else, but you are important.

Don't you ever doubt that. Thank you. It's okay.

I'm glad it was me. I can handle it. Oh, my back hurts so much.

Yes, I can walk. Thank you. Lead the way, Xavier.

Thank you. That was good. Thank you, Xavier.

Why do I get the feeling you don't want to be here? I don't mean here with me. I mean this place.

It's okay. You can talk freely with me. You're safe now, I promise.

You won't have to worry again. What did you do to get in trouble? You sinned, how exactly? Is that it? Unless you're a serial killer who murdered a bunch of people in cold blood, you did nothing to deserve what that arsehat just dished out.

I swear, the day people across the board see each individual for the unique individuals they are, instead of groups or boxes, the day everything will change overnight for the better. What do you want, Xavier? It's your life.

Why do you think you were given one? And where does free will come into that? I swear, free will is one thing.

Freeing your will is quite another. You need to do that too. Oh, it stings.

I got me pretty good there. My will? What do you mean? Well, if being beaten by that jerk was on the list of options to choose from, of course I wouldn't choose that.

Why did I? Because it felt right in my heart of hearts. And I know me well enough that if my instincts are telling me something is right, then it is.

And that's all I need to know. Not what someone else tells me, not what a book tells me, not what that madman tells me. It comes from me, inside.

The picture, the bird's eye view, the domino effects. You're very kind, thank you. Sure, I can argue and moan about it.

I am a human. But instincts will always be the right way to go, for the right reasons. Even if you never find out why.

Oh, it doesn't make sense at the time. Faith? Well, I guess I kinda.

.. I have faith in my instincts and in my life itself, does that help? What did I say about you? What do you mean? Who? Oh, my instincts? That you're kind, sweet.

You'll do anything for pretty much anyone, even to your own detriment. You must stop doing that, by the way. Your own detriment.

You are important. Don't be your own worst enemy, sweetheart. Be your own best friend.

Because I can tell you now, that you, inside, that best friend of yours, who's been with you through absolutely everything, is just waiting for you to live the life you came here to live. Why do you think I'm so positive? Do you not think this conversation is important? Is it not resonating with you on every level it could possibly resonate on? You need to remember who you are, sweetheart.

Not what you've been told. Not what you've been taught. Not what you've been forced into.

Not even what I tell you. Remember you, because you are here for a reason, whether you realise it yet or not. So, here you try to use blackmail.

He's reversed the decision for you to be as communicated. He fabricated proof to make it so. In return, he intended to use you whenever and however he chose to.

If the example I got is anything to go by, that's the way he thinks things are right now, anyway. The upshot is that you haven't been as communicated. Saul will be taken care of by the powers that be.

He just doesn't know it yet. You won't have to sleep with him or deal with him ever again. You're free to choose what you do from here on.

Oh, a hug. Okay, a hug it is. You're welcome.

Yes, just mind the. .. Ouch.

Oh, you're kissing it better, huh? I don't mind. Feeling better already? I can see why you don't really want to be here.

Oh. I. ..

yes. My breasts do hurt. You got them, too.

First part of me went for, actually. Oh. Feels so soothing.

Thank you. You have healing hands, Sophia. Um, yes.

You can kiss me. This isn't the first time you've done this, is it? It leads to an angel.

I'm not an angel, sweetheart. I'm just a girl. Like you.

Just a girl. Sensitive. Strong.

Just like you. Loving. Giving.

Giving. Just want people to feel good. Because they can.

Just like you. And you're. ..

You're really, really good at it. Please tell me now what it feels like, too. Oh.

You do know, huh? Then tell me. Do you like having your neck kissed? Like me? You know.

.. You have me at a disadvantage. Being as you're still in that claustrophobic outfit of yours.

If you want to, you can take it off. I mean, fair's fair. Being as I'm sitting here naked.

Oh. Oh. You have a scar.

How did that happen? Oh. Let's see if I can do something about that, too.

With a healing kiss. Maybe. Oh.

I brush my lips. Brush your skin. How does that feel? Sophia? Okay.

And how about when I suck your nipples into my mouth? Oh. How does that make you feel? Like Sophia? A healing tongue.

Oh, yeah. Oh, your hands. Oh, that feels so good.

My nipples spring in from one finger to the next. And the next. And the next.

How does that make you feel when I mirror it on your body? I want to feel your pussy against my mouth as much as you want mine. Lay down.

Oh.