THE THREE LIVES OF CHRISTINA THE ASTONISHING (#33)

As Told by the Holy Woman in Her Own Words
A Hundred or So Years after the End of the World

How I died my second death in the Hygiene Maintenance Facility of the duchy of Sequoia, and what happened afterward

This time when we reached the Hygiene Maintenance Facility, the Duke’s men carried me bodily through the doors and flung me into a cell. The man in charge, the same stocky bald fellow who had come out the first time, slammed the cell door shut and locked it. “Let’s see you fly out of this cage, my little sparrowhawk,” he laughed. But the tall man looked worried and whispered something in his ear. “I’d like to see her try,” the stocky man snapped. “Those bars are pure stelio from the old days.”
After the Duke’s men had left, he came up close and pressed his face against the bars. “I know you can fly,” he whispered. “What else can you do?” He looked around; the building was deserted. He unlocked the door and came in, close to where I lay in the corner. He lifted up my dress and ran his hands over my body. “You’re a juicy little bird, aren’t you?” His face was so close to mine I could see the thick white hairs in his nostrils, smell his meaty breath.
With a regretful sigh he pulled my dress back down. “I’d love a little sample before we put you down, dearie. But Giver knows what you’d do with my pecker once I got inside you.”

(to be continued tomorrow)