I Like This Dream!

"Anna Sullivan, do you admit your crime?"

Anxu stood tilted and looked at Sister Mary who was judging her. Just like the first day we met, Grandma Mary never smiled, her wrinkles solidified into stern lines, and she looked like the dean of Anxu High School. Not far away stood the wounded Mr. Mason. After Sister Mary appeared, he was like a dog that had found its owner. He finally gained some courage and dared to look directly at the murderer who broke his leg.

An Xu smiled at him, showing two rows of white teeth. The big man shrank back as if he had been burned, almost shrinking into the wall.

"I'm asking you, Miss Sullivan!" Mother Mary snapped, "Did you attack your classmate and even bite off his finger?"

"Why does everyone start like this?" An Xu chuckled, "It's useless to say 'he hit me first', right?"

"Mr. Ma Nan has already explained the situation to me. For those who violate the rules, students of the same level can also give appropriate punishment. He accused you of contempt for the classroom, contempt for the teacher, and committing lies. Do you admit it?"

"I still said the same thing. I skipped class and didn't do my homework, but I didn't lie." An Xu said bachelorly, "I can't read."

Mary raised her eyebrows and looked at the person who dared to tell her such nonsense. Aunt Mary is the preceptor of the entire college and has the power to judge and impose punishments. How dare she repeat lies in front of her?

"The eldest daughter of Sullivan can't read?" Mary snorted coldly and ruled. "You despise the classroom, despise the teacher, tell lies, and attack your classmates! You should receive twenty canes and copy the Confessions a hundred times. Before you confess, Not allowed to return to class.”

"It's strange. You all said that I killed my whole family. Is there no punishment for this?" An Xu tilted his head and asked, "Or is being sent here and looking at you a punishment?"

"I will execute you personally in the square at noon." Sister Mary said coldly.

If it hadn't been for the personal care of the dean, this sinner would never have been sent here in the first place. Mary thought with disgust, let me see, she should be purified by fire.

Early the next morning, Anxu was tied to a pillar and took off his shirt to expose his back. There are people under the high platform in the square, wearing black robes, and it looks very dark. It seems that no matter what era, especially in places where entertainment is lacking, executions can attract a lot of spectators.

Don't you think it will pollute the minds of young people by stripping a little girl down to her midriff? she thought absently. By the way, where are those people in white robes?

An Xu glanced at 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 owner 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 it and remembered the abo settings that he had forgotten somewhere. So being shirtless is just like a guy wandering around shirtless in the summer, so there’s nothing to worry about? Instead, the "little girl" needs to cover her eyes and run away screaming? Are those people wearing white nun uniforms the "little girls" here, the omegas?

Anxu suddenly became cheerful, and finally had a real feeling of gender change. This is not a normal world, nor is it a female deity. Gender recognition is particularly difficult. The extra meat down there basically doesn't affect life, and the sick body has not reached the stage of being full and warm. There are compartments in the toilet and bathroom, and the facilities inside are all available. There are no special reminders - now that I think about it, here It's a strict religious school. Omegas all live in different areas. No wonder there are no toilets/bathrooms dedicated to omegas!

The first whip pulled An Xu out of her thoughts about the world. She felt no pain, only a shock all over her body. She tried her best to turn her head, but the cane also hit the side of her face. She felt her cheeks were hot and a whip mark was swollen.

"Repent!" said Mary.

It's the same thing again, just like that of the ascetic monk. But what did Anxu have to repent of? Her heart was magnanimous, her emotions and sorrows were all reflected on her face, and she never felt that she had anything to confess.

"I don't know how to read, and no one teaches me," she said. "Whoever hits me, I hit him back. Otherwise?"

"Lie!" Mary shouted loudly, she raised the cane whip high and brought it down heavily.

After only the third whipping, a blood mark appeared on the girl's white back, intersecting with the swollen whip marks before, making it look very dazzling. The victim's voice did not change. She also raised her voice and said loudly: "I didn't lie!"

"quibble!"

The fourth whip.

The cane whips of St. Andrew's Theological Seminary are specially treated and can break through the thick fur of animals. In its century-old school history, only a few people have been tortured in the square, and the most hard-core people began to seek forgiveness at the second whip.

"You want to say that I skipped morning and evening classes, and I admit it. Skipping classes requires corporal punishment. I can only say that your place is barbaric and backward." An Xu said, before he finished he was hit again, "He beat me, and I Bite him to bits and make him equal. But I refuse to accept the false accusation of lying! I have never told a lie. If I don’t know the words, I don’t know them. You guys keep gesticulating when talking and teaching. Why, you are all deaf and mute? "

The sixth lash was supposed to be gentle, but the victim actually uttered arrogant words. Aunt Mary, who had been a discipline elder for more than ten years, couldn't help but become furious, and the next lash fell hard on the other person's back. Everyone knows that people born with disabilities were once sinners, and God hated them, so they were born with disabilities. This sinner who was not qualified to enter St. Andrew's College actually bit back and insulted them as God's forsaken!

The girl's back was dripping with blood, and the blue and blood-red paint filled the white canvas, which shocked the onlookers. It must be very painful, but Miss Sullivan was unmoved. She turned her head, frowned, and continued to speak provocatively: "Are you getting angry now? Deaf-mute people are much better than you. They have congenital diseases and must not If you don't talk in other ways, that means you are physically disabled and your mind is strong. As for you, your ears are not deaf, but you just can't hear what others say."

“For our ears must be open to the word of God!” Mary drank.

"So you can't hear people's words anymore?" An Xu mocked, "If you think everything in the world is meaningless, then what else are you studying? Why don't you just take off your clothes and throw yourself on the snow-capped mountains, waiting for God's call?"

There was a buzz in the crowd, and the students were stunned by this outrageous statement. "Don't you know that suicide is a serious crime?" Lance shouted in the crowd, "People are meant to suffer in the world. Only suffering can atone for our original sins and listen to God's words from now on!"

There was a chorus of agreement around him, and the crowd found its backbone and regrouped to stare at the sinner. Miss Sullivan turned her head, with a sneer on her lips and frightening eyes, as if they were the ones being tortured and she was a leisurely bystander.

Mason's arms trembled, and he began to regret coming to watch the punishment. The sound that had just sounded quickly became quieter, and almost everyone avoided her gaze, feeling intimidated in unison. She seemed to remember him when he looked at her, and once he was remembered... everyone glanced at Mason's finger intentionally or unintentionally. They are not timid, they are just worried that it is a devil in the skin of a girl. If she wasn't possessed by the devil, how could she be so nonchalant, as if what she was being whipped was just a borrowed skin? The devil is 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 had not seen a rebel for a long time, review the fate of sinners. Unexpectedly, it instead served as a springboard for her and scared off the onlookers. courage. She shut her mouth and pumped hard and fast, not letting the little devil say another word. Silence returned to the square, with only the sound of wind whipping through the air.

At the end of the twelfth lash, Anxu turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. Mary woke up from a dream and felt cold all over. What has she done? After decades of being an executioner, he can't control his own strength? She was unknowingly deceived by the angry devil. For a moment, she just wanted to shut up the other person, but she even forgot that she had to save her life.

The victim can only be treated after the torture is over. There are still eight lashes left. Can Sullivan survive beyond the eight lashes? Mary's palms were so sweaty that they were almost slippery and she couldn't hold the cane whip.

"Please wait a moment, Sister Mary."

A man in khaki robes separated the crowd, walked to the stage and bowed to Mary. She was a woman older than Mary. She was barefoot and dressed as an ascetic, and many students recognized her.

"Priest Nancy." Mary nodded in return to the people in the audience, feeling secretly relieved. This good old man usually doesn't care about anything, but he often gets into trouble.

"I beg you for forgiveness, Mr. Discipline Elder." Sure enough, Nancy said, "This lady was attracted by the devil and didn't know what she was doing. Maybe she had undergone a great change and really lost her memory, even her words. Don’t you recognize it? As for the priest’s sign language, I guess no one has taught her yet.”

"Well, the Lord is always merciful. Let the remaining whips become more labor to serve the Lord." Mary put down the vine whip covered with sweat and blood with a straight face, and motioned for the healer to treat her. I don't know if it was an illusion, but most of the students in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved that they didn't have to watch this weird and terrifying farce.

"Please let me be her mentor and teach her the common sense that has been washed away by the upheaval." Nancy said.

"You are the original guide, so it would be great for you to complete this matter." Mary agreed, "But once the guidance is completed, Anna Sullivan must copy the scriptures a hundred times. If you don't finish it in one day, you can't go back. Come among us.”

"I think this is a very appropriate punishment," Nancy replied.