Chapter 31
Her Grace woke from a drug-induced rest. Sometimes, when she was tired and woke up too quickly, she would try to sit up. She would panic for a moment when she couldn’t sit up. Today, or was it tonight, was even worse. She tried to sit up and then, when she couldn’t, tried to reach out to pull herself up. Her hand would not move. She cried out in frustration as she remembered that she would never sit up on her own, never pull herself up again. Her sigh gurgled as she pushed the button to summon help. At least she didn’t have long to endure the prison her body had become. Soon, she would sit in heaven at her savior’s right hand.
The doctor, summoned from a nap of her own, appeared at her side and asked, “How may I serve, Your Grace?”
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“It is time to summon the counsel. This new troublemaker needs to be dealt with. I have a plan that will take care of him, the Jewess abomination, and rid us of an old thorn in our side, all at the same time.”
Her Grace was quite positive that she would have died long ago if it were not for her mission. Some days, most days, when she woke, she had to manufacture the will to live. She did this by focusing on the plan, the projects and the details. She relied on the doctor to send in her secretary.
She had decided that the beautiful young woman, the one she had almost had reassigned, would do. It would be good to have her learn more of the Church. And there were missions that required feminine wiles and beauty. Men were so weak, and some women. Usually they had to bring in outside contractors to do this work. It would be much easier if one from the inner circle of acolytes, as this beautiful young woman was, could be used.
The young woman came in and curtsied. Her eyes really were beautiful. According to their very extensive background check this young girl, despite her beauty, had only taken two lovers before she took her vows. Would it be better to have her retain her innocence, or should she be trained? Her Grace’s blood pressure rose as she thought of watching the video of the training. As she pictured the young woman restrained and whipped and entered in every way possible, the alarm sounded on her medical telemetry.
“Your Grace, are you alright?”
“Yes, my dear. I become so excited thinking about our savior’s work. And, I am very impressed with yours. I believe that there is a place for you to make an even greater contribution to our cause. I will discuss this with you later. “
At first the young woman was very excited. In the back of her mind there was a small caution. There was something in Her Grace’s tone.
“Oh, thank you, Your Grace! Yes, please? Anything to help stamp out these evils.” As the session went on she was not so sure of her commitment. There was information that could only have come from the confessional. There was an accounting of money transferred by the Church to an animal right-to-life group. They had burned down a lab, killing two of the physicians who controlled the experiment. The beagles that were released had first spread a mutated virus and then were shot by police and sheriffs. Many beagles that were loved family pets had been killed by neighbors. Owners in their panic had even killed some of their own dogs. All but two of the few who were captured died because the doctors could not give them the antidote they needed in time. She had loved her beagle Amadeus more than anything when she was a child.
She still remembered how he smelled as he snuggled with her at night. She remembered the little sounds he made in his sleep.
“I am sorry, Your Grace, you were saying?”
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