Disclaimer: This story contains themes of non-consent however, it is purely fantasy and the author does not condone this in real life.
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Emily slipped on her uniform and adjusted her head piece; she served as none other than a gracious nun. Although this thought often appears in everyone's head...No! She is not the type of nun to strip down and whip you for being a sinner, Emily is a genuine nun. The five foot four woman had just entered sister hood two years prior and had just woken from her twentieth birthday. A honey brunette hair sat under her head scarf, her eyes were the same colour as emeralds, nice round posterior with a narrow waist. Emily had all the qualities that young men would lust after; it was almost cruel for them to learn about her chastity and servitude to a higher power. After she was satisfied with her appearance, Emily made herself down stairs to begin on flower decorations. The pastor wanted the chapel to look as pleasant as possible for the Sunday sermon. As Halloween drew closer the Pastor Phillips grew ever restless to denounce the influence of Halloween and the pagan decadence of the commercialised holiday.
He was ever so keen in warning members of his church to keep their children in doors after six in the evening the pastor ending the sermon with his most famous lines. "...and remember, when you knock on the devil's door, all the treats are tricks..."
"Amen."
The claps echoed through the pews as the sisters prepared to collect the donations. Emily smiled as she picked up the bowl and moved towards the now settled people. 'Another year, another Halloween speech' she thought to herself. Although she was a nun and forbidden from romantic relationships with men, she always knew that she was lusted after, the looks on the young men her age told her much about it, the looks on the fathers and older gentlemen told her everything.
Emily slipped the church debit card into her purse which sat snug in her handbag. "You have the entire list, sweetie?" Sister Mariam asked; placing one hand Emily's shoulder before resting her cheeks on Emily's head. It was the first time that Emily would go shopping for the church on her own. Mariam stared down at the young nun's phone. "Oh I remember when I first joined; we had no smart phones to carry our list." Emily looks at her and smiled; she was then given a peck on her forehead. "Go child, before the supermarket gets packed."
The endless cloaks, ghouls and killer clown costumed lined every aisle with parents running amuck trying to buy every single item they were forced to buy. A man with a clown mask on attempted to scare his wife; though she was not truly frightened there were certainly hints of amusements in her shriek. The thought that Emily had so dreaded popped into her mind. 'What if they think I'm wearing some sort of early Halloween costume? No they can't... They must have seen me at the church, but what if they are non-church goers.' Emily's mind panicked, on top of never shopping for the church alone, she never shopped during the Halloween period since she joined the church. She did not like the idea of being fetishized; most girls her age would be out partying, smoking and having sex, but not her...never her, she was not prepared to be a mere fetish.
Desperate to fill her trolley up quickly to make a dashing exit, she found herself bumping into quite a lot of objects, spooky skulls that would light, move and talk, wicked witches and a section dedicated to help young women perfect their slutty Harley Quinn look. Emily stomach grumbled and her mouth ran dry. "I wish this line would hurry up." She muttered. Although she spent two years as a nun her tendencies to swear still remained, every time she stopped herself from cursing was a mini victory for her.
"Now that's a sight. I didn't know they still sold nun costumes." Emily turned around to the sight of a tall pale young man; about her age or maybe older. "Sorry, I didn't mean to cause any offence; it was just a mere jape... banter as my friends would put it."
Emily stood still, she tried to open her mouth to speak but no words could come out, she just stood and watched the young man's face. Everything about him seemed mono toned, his black hair, coat and eyes contrasted against his skin.
"I have to pay now." Emily spoke blankly. 'What on earth is wrong with you? You can't fall for a random stranger you met in the supermarket, you're a nun.' She thought to herself. Out of pure nerves she burst into a fit of laughter. "That's funny. Well I'm in fact a..."
"A real nun, I know." The young man interrupted, giggling. "My name is Adam. I work at the library whiles a study."
"Oh what do you study then?"
"Oh well, I study criminal phycology."
"Oh that's impressive. I knew you seemed like the intelligent sort." It was a breath of fresh air for Emily to meet a 'man' her age that did not speak like a wannabe street 'gangsta'. Though romantic and sexual relationships were forbidden to her, she decided that it would not be a great sin to have an intelligent conversation with the opposite sex after all; perhaps she can make a new member of the church. 'Okay Emily, freeze. Let's ask him to a proper talk without it sounding like a date' she prepared herself mentally.
"Oh and I have not asked your name, terribly rude of ..."
"Emily! It's Emily." She interrupted.
"Well, Emily. Want to grab some coffee; I would say this time tomorrow." She took a deep breath, it happened so fast.
"Yes." She replied.
The cashier grinned as she followed the entire conversation; there was no telling what ran through her mind.
"Oh wow. So your dissertation helped the police catch an actual thief?" The two traded stories back and forth.
