MTL - I Like This Dream!-Chapter 7
"Anna Sullivan, do you admit your crime?"
An Xu stood obliviously, looking at Sister Mary who was judging her. Just like the first day I saw her, Aunt Mary never smiled, her wrinkles solidified into stern lines, quite like the dean of Anxu High School. Not far away stood the wounded Mr. Mason. After Mammy Mary appeared, he was like a dog that had found its owner. It finally had the courage to look directly at the murderer who broke its leg.
An Xu smiled at him, showing two rows of white teeth. The big man shrank back as if he had been scalded, almost shrunk into the wall.
"I'm asking you, Miss Sullivan!" snapped Sister Mary, "did you attack your schoolmate, even bite off his finger?"
"Why does everyone have this opening line?" An Xu laughed and said, "It's useless to say 'he hit me first', right?"
"Mr. Manan has already explained the situation to me. For those who violate the regulations, students at the same level can also be given appropriate punishment. He accused you of contempt for the classroom, contempt for the teacher, and committing the crime of lying. Do you admit it?"
"I still say the same thing. I skipped class and didn't do my homework, but I didn't lie." An Xu said as a bachelor, "I can't read."
Mary raised her eyebrows at anyone who dared to tell her such nonsense. Sister Mary is the disciplinary elder of the whole College, with authority to adjudicate and impose punishments. How dare she repeat lies in front of her?
"Miss Sullivan can't read?" Mary snorted coldly, and ruled, "Despise the classroom, despise the teacher, utter lies, and attack the classmates! You should receive twenty vine whips, copy the confession scriptures a hundred times, and before you repent, Do not return to class."
"Strange, you all said that I killed the whole family, so there is no punishment?" An Xu tilted his head and asked, "Or is it punishment for being sent here and watching you?"
"At noon, I will personally execute the execution in the square." Sister Mary said coldly.
If it wasn't for the dean of the academy to take care of him personally, this sinner wouldn't have been sent here in the first place. Mary thought in disgust, show me that she should be purified by fire.
In the early morning of the next day, An Xu was tied to a pillar and took off his shirt to expose his back. There are people under the high platform of the square, wearing black-toned robes, and it looks like a dense mass of darkness. It seems that no matter the era, especially where there is a lack of entertainment, executions can attract a lot of audiences.
Don't you think it will pollute the hearts of young people if you strip the little girl to half a dozen? she thought absently. By the way, where are those people in white robes?
An Xu scanned the audience, and all the younger students looked away. Those extremely pale golden eyes were almost colorless in the sunlight, and they remained so indifferent when their master was about to be tortured, like a lion scanning a vulture.
"Anna Sullivan, this alpha despises the preacher of the gospel..." Mary began to read out the charges.
Yes, I'm an alpha! An Xu suddenly realized, and remembered the ABO setting that he had forgotten somewhere. So being naked is like a shirtless guy wandering around in summer, so don't worry at all? Instead, the "little girl" needs to cover her eyes and run away screaming? Those people wearing white nun clothes are the "little girls" here, that is, omegas?
An Xu was suddenly cheerful, and finally had a real sense of gender change. This is not a normal world, nor is it a female queen, gender recognition is particularly difficult. The extra meat below basically does not affect life, and the sick body has not reached the stage of fullness and **** at all; there are compartments for the toilet and bathroom, and there are all the facilities in it, and there is no special reminder—now that I think about it, in this strict environment The religious schools, omegas all live in different areas, no wonder there are no toilets/bathrooms for omega!
The first whip pulled An Xu out of thinking about the world, she didn't feel any pain, only a shock all over her body. She tried her best to turn her head away, and the cane also hit the side of her face, only to feel that her cheek became hot, and a welt swelled up.
"Repent!" said Mary.
It's the same words again, the same as that ascetic monk. But what is there for Anshu to repent of? Her heart was full of magnanimity, her emotions were all displayed on her face, and she never felt that she had anything to repent.
"I can't read, and no one taught me," she said. "Whoever hits me, I hit back. What else?"
"Lie!" Mary shouted loudly, she raised the cane whip high, and dropped it heavily.
After only the third whip, a bloodstain appeared on the back of the girl Bai Nen, intersecting with the previous swollen whip marks, which looked very dazzling. The victim's voice didn't change, she also raised her voice and said loudly: "I didn't lie!"
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Fourth whip.
The rattan whips of St. Andrew's Seminary are specially treated to tear off the thick fur of animals. In its century-old school history, only a few people fell to the point of being tortured in the square, and the hardest ones also began to seek forgiveness at the second whip.
"If you want to say that I skip morning and evening classes, I will admit it. If I skip classes, I will be punished physically. I can only say that you are barbaric and backward here." An Xu said, and he was hit again before he finished speaking. Bite him and make him equal. But I don’t agree with accusing me of lying! I’ve never told a lie, and if I don’t know how to read, I just don’t know, and you keep gesticulating when you talk and teach. Why, are you all deaf?”
The sixth lash should have been slowed down, but the prisoner uttered wild words, which made Mammy Mary, who had served as the precept elder for more than ten years, unable to help but rage, and the next lash fell **** the opponent's back. Everyone knows that people born with defects were once sinners, and God loathes them, which is why they were born with defects. This sinner, who was not qualified to enter St. Andrew's College, actually bit back and insulted them as outcasts!
The girl's back was already dripping with blood, and the bruises and blood reds were all over the white canvas, which shocked the onlookers. It must have been very painful, but Miss Sullivan was unmoved. She turned her head, frowned, and continued to spit out provocative words: "Is this embarrassing? The deaf-mute are much better than you. They have congenital diseases and cannot If you don’t need to talk in other ways, that’s called physical disability. You, your ears are not deaf, but you just can’t hear people’s words.”
"Because our ears want to hear the language of God!" Mary shouted.
"So you can't hear people's words?" An Xu sneered, "I feel that everything in the world is meaningless, so what are you learning? Why don't you just take off your clothes and throw yourself on the snow mountain, waiting for God's call?"
There was a buzzing sound in the crowd, and the students were all stunned by the outrageous words. "Don't you know that suicide is a felony?" Lance said loudly in the crowd, "People have to suffer in the world, and only by suffering can we redeem our original sins and listen to God's words from now on!"
There was a sound of agreement around him, and the crowd found their backbone, regrouped and glared at the sinner. Miss Sullivan turned her head, with a sneer on her lips and a frightening look in her eyes, as if they were the torturers and she the relaxed spectator.
Mason fought between the two, and began to regret that he came to watch the punishment. The voice that just rang out quickly became quieter, and almost everyone avoided her eyes, and they all felt awe at the same time. It seems that she will remember her when she looks at her. Once remembered... Everyone glanced at Mason's finger intentionally or unintentionally. They are not timid, they are only worried that it is a devil in a girl's skin. If she wasn't possessed by the devil, how could she be so nonchalant, as if what was whipped was just a borrowed skin? Devils are not something students like them can deal with.
Mary immediately realized her mistake. She wanted to get rid of Ann's arrogance, and let the seminary, which hadn't been a rebel for a long time, review the fate of a sinner, but she didn't expect it to be a springboard for her, scaring off the onlookers. courage. She shut her mouth, pumping hard and hard, not letting the little devil say another word. The square returned to silence, only the sound of rattan whips piercing the air.
At the end of the twelfth whip, An Xu turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. Mary just woke up like a dream, only feeling cold all over. What did she do? Having been an executioner for decades, how could he be unable to control his own strength? Unknowingly, she was bewildered by the furious devil, and for a moment she just wanted to make the other party shut up, but she even forgot that she had to be saved.
Only when the torture is over can the victim be healed, and there are still eight lashes. Can Sullivan live beyond the eight lashes? Mary's palms were covered with sweat, and she almost slipped and couldn't hold the cane whip.
"Wait a moment, Sister Mary."
A man in a khaki robe parted the crowd, walked to the front of the stage and bowed to Mary. It was a woman older than Mary, she was barefoot and dressed as an ascetic, and many students recognized her.
"Priest Nancy." Mary nodded back to the people in the audience, secretly relieved. This good old man usually doesn't care about things, but he often picks up messes.
"I ask for your forgiveness, Your Excellency the Discipline." Sure enough, Nancy said, "This young lady has been tempted by the devil, and she doesn't know what she is doing. Maybe she has undergone a major change, and she really lost her memory. She can't even write. Don’t you recognize it? As for the priest’s sign language, no one has taught her yet.”
"Well, the Lord is always merciful. Let the remaining few lashes become more labor for the Lord." With a straight face, Mary put down the vine whip covered in sweat and blood, and motioned for the healer to heal her. I don't know if it's an illusion, but most of the students in the audience also breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that they don't have to watch this grotesque and terrifying farce.
"Please let me be her mentor, teaching her the common sense washed away by the upheaval," Nancy said.
"You were the original guide, and it would be great if you could complete this task." Mary agreed, "But once the guidance is completed, Anna. Sullivan must copy the scriptures a hundred times. Come among us."
"I think it's a very proper punishment," answered Nancy.
