The Mission

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An Abby in the beautiful mountains of Brunico, Italy receives a strange visitor. A woman who, with merely a stare, is able to infiltrate and permeate the lives of all the monks there. The talk of the Abby, they can't seem to find any other time for their minds except for her. A preoccupation to the death. Because one by one the monks turn up dead, a strange death. They're found in their quarters the look of unspeakable horror on their faces. And a strange message written in bochman's note: "She is far more precious than jewels. The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain."

"She lives in there.. in the barn." He said. "I will meet her." "You will be amazed, brother."

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Eyes.. the eyes.. her stare seemed so deep. His head was a swirl. "I see you." "You do?" "Yes." But her mouth never moved. And it was too late for him. Too late for his fears. For his circle of securities.. because she was already there in front of his face. A slow pace but still to fast for him. Like time itself became as slow as syrup. He felt the warmth of her body eminating like radiation thru the robes. His and her's. A feeling foreign. Not creepy but not home either. "Who are you?" He said. His face the look of such uncertainty. Such worry. "Don't strain yourself Edward. Lay down. On your back." "No!" And he stumbled sitting down in the hay. "Please leave me be." "The faith." "No!" "I want the faith." And she floated or stepped over his lap to make him lay down on his back, pulling up her robe to reveal the naked truth. A shimmering acid like glow to her skin, so fearful to the touch.

There was never anything pornographic about it, they were both heavily clothed. It was just two robes, thick of wool.. one on top of the other. Yet the most horrible act in all the world to a monk.