Sinful Man. Part 47

Sister Olivia wandered back and forth in her bedroom, muttering prayers to herself to try and stay awake. It was past midnight but she refused to let herself fall asleep. If she didn't sleep, she couldn't dream, and if she couldn't dream, that man couldn't get her. She didn't care how long she had to stay awake, she couldn't handle another night of torture.

She rubbed her eyes, trying to ease the stinging dryness. She pulled her hands away and found herself no longer in her room. She had been transported into the church. She immediately screamed and fell to her knees, beating herself to try and wake up from this "dream".

Xavier stood over, chuckling in amusement at her fear. "Oh, don't tell me you still think this is a dream."

Her sobbing stopped and she looked up at him with wide eyes.

"That's right, you heard me. All this time, you thought that it was your conscience torturing you, projecting my image as the one who defied you and punished you in ways that