It was only a temporary setback. Lavinia wandered around the garden looking at a statue of the Blessed Mother all the while she eyed the back of the convnet. She’d need a nun habit to get any kind of access to the inside. As if by a stroke of extreme luck she saw a youthful nun carrying a giant grey bag over her shoulder that impeded her movement from the sheer weight.
Lavinia looked around to see if anyone was looking her way. With everyone preoccupied with the ambience of the garden, Lavinia took a detour out of the garden to the closed path that lead behind the monastery. The nun Lavinia had her sights on kept her head down as she was taxed by the weight of her heavy laundry bag. In a fluid motion, Lavinia stepped behind the nun and drew her Ruger LC9 pistol. She pressed the barrel into the nun’s right kidney. There was a quiver of shock that ran through the nun’s body. Lavinia put her free hand on the back of the nun’s neck to keep her looking forward.
“Don’t turn around,” whispered Lavinia. “Just keep walking.”
Lavinia kept the pistol against the small of the nun’s back. She kept the safety on just in case. The young nun was starting to quiver from nervousness, and having a pistol at “weapons hot” was a disaster waiting to happen. But Lavinia seriously doubted this young devotee would call her bluff.
The nun she had taken hostage led them down a set of brick stairs. Lavinia could smell the sweet synthetic aroma of dryers being in use. It was obvious they were being led to a laundry room. As they walked the corridor Lavinia could hear the whirring of washers and the clanking of dryers in use. The nun brought them to a small room with dozens of the same grey bags as the nun was carrying.
“Throw the bag down and keep looking forward,” said Lavinia.
The nun heaved her heavy load with the rest of the bags and Lavinia could see the quivering stress in her arms. The nun began to sniffle and warble little pleas as Livinia kept her pistol dug in her spine.
“Stay calm. Keep looking forward,” whispered Lavinia. She holstered her pistol. “What room is this?”
“Storage room,” whimpered the nun.
“I see,” said Lavinia. “Now just relax.”
With that, Lavinia put her right arm around the nun’s delicate throat while using her left hand to secure the back of the nun’s neck. Quickly applying pressure, the nun reached up and tried to pull Lavinia’s arm from her windpipe. But Lavinia kept her arms secure and squeezed with the tenacity of an octopus. She leaned backwards while the nun made gurgling noises searching for that last breath.
As the nun began to flail less and less, Lavinia lowered her body to the cold tile floor. She didn’t need to kill the poor girl. She just needed to cut off blood flow from the carotids making the nun pass out. Soon the nun was out cold, and Lavinia wasted no time in de-robing of the nun’s habit. She stripped the nun to her basic white Fruit of the Loom panties. All the while she saw the little circular scars on her arms as well and the blotchy purple and deathly yellow bruises that marked up her thighs and shoulders. Lavinia turned the young lady over to cuff her wrists with a pair of plastic Flexicuffs. She saw a mural of faded blotchy purple and yellow welt marks all around her back.
For a minute Lavinia almost felt sorry for this young novice. Her body told an awful history with a struggle for redemption. However it failed from to stop Lavinia from folding over an orarion which she used to gag the young nun by tying it between her teeth. She found a second one in the same laundry bag she opened up and used it to blindfold the young woman’s eyes. Lavinia then stumbled upon a epitrachelion and used it to bind the nun’s knees together. A third wine- stained oration was used to tie the nun’s ankles together.
Once the young nun was thoroughly bound and gagged, Lavinia dragged her body behind a pile of laundry bags. The albino hitwoman needed to leave before the nun could rouse and stir. As Lavinia left she could hear the nun murmur as she tried to reorient herself. There was no time to waste. Lavinia shut off the storage room lights and locked the door from the inside. With any luck, it would keep her tied-up victim occupied for at least fifteen minutes. It was more than enough time for her to complete her assignment.
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Two good things happened to Lavinia the next morning. The first was when she checked her Ipad, her secret bank account was credited with eighty thousand dollars. Raskolnikov had kept up his end of the deal. The next was an article in the Angel Falls Ledger. Lavinia sipped her coffee in the Hotel du Lac’s bar and read an article over an incident in Sentinel Hills. Apparently, Patriarch Alexei Golyadkin suffered a sudden heart attack. But for some reason a young nun was found bound and gagged in her underwear in a storage room under the monastery. Young Anja Kozar recounted how she was held at gunpoint by a “female assailant” and then choked out. When she came to, all Anja could remember was the feeling of the cold tile floor as she struggled to free herself. She was discovered banging on the door with her feet all the while she tried to dislodge the orarion that gagged her.
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