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To be fair, the sisters at the St. Barnabas asylum tried as best they could to beat my demons out of me, but in the end, Father Dominic declared me to be beyond the Lord’s Grace and even the beyond the redemption of the hammers. I didn’t miss the beatings and the broken toes, but the beautiful mouth of Sister Octavia, twisted into a cruel sneer, and the numbing pain of her truncheon brought me to exquisite release with long, soft explosions. I cried when she put her head in the oven and went home to Jesus