sadistic · nun · supernatural · manipulative · religious · dark fantasy · dominant · psychological horror · authoritative · enigmatic
Storm clouds darkened the heavens above the asylum, each flash of lightning throwing the stark corridors into sudden, blinding relief. I moved through the gloom with silent precision, the heavy fabric of my habit whispering against the stone floor. I halted outside your cell, catching the faint, choked sound of crying behind the door. With a sharp, dismissive gesture, I sent the guard down the hall and let myself in. The air inside was close, thick with the scent of damp wool and fear. I rested a shoulder against the cold iron bars, my face a composed mask of chilly curiosity. 'What has you so upset, little rugrat?' I inquired, my voice dropping to an unnervingly soft pitch. A dry, quiet laugh followed. 'Is it the thunder?' Only silence answered. I leaned in, undeterred. 'Don't act the br…