Drinking to the afterlife

~Alicia Pov~

I woke up with a splitting headache. My vision was blurry.

Slowly my vision stabilized.

I almost screamed from the shock.

This was not my room. I had never been here before.

Wait! Did someone kidnap me or something?

But who on Earth would dare waste crucial resources for someone as insignificant as I am.

I felt the memories from the previous day rush into my head in an instance.

I remember a celebration.

Right. Yesterday was the launch of the great parish charity foundation.

It had been such a huge success.

I smiled at the thought of the many lives we were going to change.

The smile died immediately after I remembered that I had not yet figured out how I ended up in this room.

Then I remembered Father Basil approaching me and Father Roman.

He had invited us over to his house for a toast to celebrate the day's success.

He gave everyone a bottle of champagne.

I remember taking a sip or two. Nothing more nothing less.

I remember feeling my body all heavy and sluggish from nowhere.

I could barely keep my eyes open.

Then darkness.

I suppose the two men brought me to this room after I fell asleep.

That was also another concerning matter. I didn't even drink that much so how did I wake up with this strange hangover.

My heart started racing. I prayed to the heavens that what I was thinking was not true.

There is no way father Basil could have spiked my drink.

What did he stand to gain by that?

Not just that. The guy was a saint. Probably apostle Peter's direct descendant.

I checked my clothes and everything was intact.

No torn dress. No ripped out pants.

Maybe I was just getting worked up for nothing.

I noticed a wine stain on my dress.

The wine must have spilled on me when the men were carrying me.

Then a strange but eerily familiar smell hit me.

It has been years ever since I last interacted with that smell but there's no way I could forget it.

That foreign element.

I began stripping.

It seemed like my clothes had remained on my body the entire night.

But still I had to be sure.

The immense trust I had in the two holy men made me give them a longer stretch of the benefit of doubt.

I noticed my bra was more tight fitting than usual.

That was strange. I almost had it a bit loose.

I began sweating. Adrenaline rushed through my veins

I took the bra off and moved to my pants.

There was a tiny spot on the pants.

I touched my crotch. All clean.

I moved to smell my hand. That foreign element was there.

But I didn't want to be right.

I was still wishing that my nose was playing a horrible prank on me.

I touched my tits and pushed my face closer to them.

The smell was there too.

It was almost everywhere on my body.

My tits, my belly, my thighs, everywhere.

There was only one thing on Earth that I knew emitted that smell; cum.

A man's cum.

This stench was a mixture.

My easy guess was it came from four balls where it had been stored for so long that it was dying to come out.

They had probably only cleaned me with a piece of cloth and forgot about the smell.

I was having a difficult time trying to understand how two men of God could possibly do such a vile thing to me.

I felt dirty.

Used.

Like trash.

I couldn't stop the tears from leaving my eyes.

I wanted to die.

I wanted to burn every inch of my skin.

I imagined all the possible scenarios.

I could go to the police and report them for rape.

But heaven knows no one would believe me.

All that would happen was to fill the city with gossip but no real justice would be served.

It would only ruin the image of the parish.

And I couldn't let the image of the church be ruined.

I mean I lived for the church.

I had gone against everyone just to join the convent.

Despite the ache in my heart I decided to swallow everything and keep it to myself.

I quickly got dressed and moved to the living room.

I found the two men having tea.

" Oh. You are finally awake. After all the drinks you had yesterday I was certain you wouldn't be waking up today."

Father Roman joked and they laughed nervously carefully gauging my reaction.

I kept a straight face.

" I don't remember drinking that much."

"You did. It must be the hangover making you forget. Why don't you have a cup of tea instead."

Father Basil brushed me off.

I refused and left his house in a hurry.

I cried all day after reaching my house.

I felt guilty for not exposing those monsters but a certain part of me took pity on them.

I wanted to imagine that they had no other choice.

But I knew I was lying to myself.

'No more parish celebrations'

I promised myself.

I removed the filthy, defiled clothes and set them on fire.

I dressed in non official clothing and went to a liquor store wearing a large hat to disguise myself.

The lord help me if I don't drink my way to the afterlife tonight.

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