Radomir gets what he deserves
Radomir carefully checked to see if anyone was in the corridor, then unlocked the door and entered the room. The nun was sitting completely naked on a chair in the middle of the room her long black hair draped over her body.
He strode towards her his gaze raking over her young supple body. This was going to be too easy. He had been there when Steen had brought the news about the demise of the young woman and immediately an idea had begun to form in his head. She was obviously insane and therefore nobody would believe what she said anyway. And it seemed she did not speak which was an added benefit.
She turned to look at him, scrambling to her feet and growling at him throatily with her fists clenched. The scowl on her face did not stop her from being beautiful. He had always wondered as a child what nuns looked like underneath their habits. Now he knew and he was not disappointed.
He closed the gap between them with a purposeful stride. Now their faces were so close he could see he lower lip trembling slightly, the look of desperate pleading written in her expression. He knew what she wanted, she was just like the rest of them, it did not matter how pious she pretended to be going around in that habit all day. Her thoughts were as impure as the rest.
He wrapped his meaty arms around her waist, forcefully pulling her to him and pushed his tongue into her resisting mouth. He felt her struggling against his body but he knew that this was just part of the game. Then, without warning she shoved him away with a strength he did not expect from such a fragile figure.
She turned and ran from him to cower in the corner of the room, making grunting noises like the animal she was. He was angry that she had pushed him and getting angrier still by this delay. He had not been with a woman in months and now this mad wench was making him wait. He felt his blood begin too boil, the veins on his temples starting to throb.
He marched over to the corner and dragged her to a standing position by the arm. He drew back his arm and slapped her soundly across the face. She growled at him, her lips pulled back to reveal rows of grinding teeth. The candlelight reflected in her eyes giving them the appearance of wells of fire, smouldering in the darkness.
He clenched his hand into a fist at his side, ready to hit her again when he was distracted by the candles blowing out one by one as though someone had snuffed them between two fingers.
He was suddenly hit by the force of another body colliding with him and all the air rushed out of his lungs. He looked around wildly for his attacker in the dark room but could not make him out.
“Ne la touchez pas sheka!”, the room was filled with a resonating voice that made Radomir’s head ache, “Elle est à moi!”
It knocked into him again, shoving him backwards with such force that he almost lost his footing. He did not know how to defend himself when he could not see his attacker and could only hold his hands feebly up in front of him to try and stop the fists which were now raining down upon his face.
Fear welled up inside him as it had done many times before, and once again he was just a small boy. He weakly held up his hands, trying desperately to protect himself from the heavy fists of his father, pounding his face over and over until he could hear the bones splintering.
He felt an icy hand wrap around his throat and he was lifted completely off the floor, his feet hanging uselessly below him. The grip on his neck tightened, his windpipe being slowly crushed between the iron fingers, the air departing from his lungs.
His ears were ringing but he could still hear the sounds Mella was making in the corner. She was muttering to herself in some language he could not understand, her teeth gnashing as she alternated between laughter and sobbing moans.
The foul smell of death and blood filled his nostrils and he felt a hot breath against his ear.
“Elle est à moi”, the voice rasped into his ringing ear.
Radomir could not understand what it was saying but it did not matter because the blackness swirling at the edge of his vision was beginning to cover everything.
He felt the air return to his lungs as he hit the floor with a thud, coughing and spluttering.
He lay there gasping for a minute, sucking huge gulps of air into his burning lungs. Then he struggled to his knees and lurched out of the door and away from the nightmare in the room.
He did not think to lock the door behind him.
OOooooh it is ON like Donkey Kong now!! Nun on the loose, nun on the loose!!!
Loved it, Verity. LOVED it! I must know what/who this thing that has possessed Mella is!!
His father? His abusive father who made him rebel and become exactly like the man? *whimpers* Poor Radomir!
But seeing as how he got in the situation in the first place . . . I mean, she’s a nun. And Mella alternating between ‘laughter and sobbing moans’ . . . are there two personalities in her? That’d explain a lot.
Y’know, when Hepsie got mauled, I was thinking “I wish that had been Radomir” but I was afraid that, unlike Hepsie, he would have the strength to hurt her. Ha!
I feel a teeny bit sorry for him, because, as we already sorta knew, he was abused by his father. But wow! what a creep! Rape a crazy woman because no one would believe her anyway?? WTF? Is he even redeemable?
This was some good writing, too, very vivid. And you’re giving some of those beat-up face masks a work-out, aren’t you?
For the French, if you’re looking for “She is mine” or “She belongs to me”, I would recommend “Elle est à moi.” instead. What you have is grammatically correct but doesn’t say quite the same thing. And is not nearly as kick-ass.
P.S. I just reread the title after having read the chapter. Are you abandoning your narrator’s netural point of view, Verity?
Hi guys.
You will be finding out who or what it is in the next post Mao… hopefully that will be tonight but I am not sure since I have a fairly busy day.
Aithne… it does suck that Radomir became just like his father… don’t lose all hope for him. I actually had this part planned before I decided to make him not just evil. But I do think he can still come back from the dark side… maybe.
But as Lothere said… he really shouldn’t be trying to rape Mella. I guess he has an all-round bad opinion of women which he received from his father and also back then people didn’t exactly have a good attitude to “mental illness”. Radomir sees her as being corrupted now anyway. To be perfectly honest Mella is lucky she isn’t being burned at the stake for witchcraft.
I’m not sure I’ve ever really had a neutral stance Lothere
And I couldn’t really resist the heading either.
And yeah… definitely been using those masks a lot… I am really liking the scars too so I guess my sims are going to be quite scarry.
And also thanks so much for the French help! I really appreciate it. And of course I want my French to be more kick-ass so it has been changed
Hi. When I read the title my first thought was it’s about time!. I suposse we do have to feel a teeny bit sorry for him about the abuse he got as a child but still that’s no excuse to go around trying to rape a crazy nun!.
You say they didn’t have a good attitude towards the mentally ill which is true but they don’t seem to have a good attitude to women either as they had no rights (as far as I know) if they were trapped in a abusive marrige there was no way they could get out of it. Well unless they could get someone to kill him peharps
I’ll be looking forward to seeing what else Mella is going to get up to.
Keep Simming!
See ya.
oops sorry about the link I was trying to use a smilie but it came up with that instead.
Fixed it for you Pandora
but tell me if you wanted me to leave it there and I will put it back 
I don’t see how there is any way out for the woman if they were in a bad marriage. Not sure about the men though… could they annul the marriage if there were enough grounds. I am going to have to look into this more I don’t know as much about medieval marriage as I would like to.
Ha! That’s what you get for trying to rape a nun dude…seriously. He’s goin to the special hell for that one. I have to read on and find out who this mysterious voice is.
Hi. thanks for fixing the smile!.
See ya.