Page 27 of Monster in Disguise

Think, Catalina!

It's a Sunday night... no one will know if I get rid of the body. Yes... I just have to get rid of the evidence and no one will know. I pick up the knife and, using a cloth from the altar, I wipe it clean and deposit it back in its original spot. But looking around the chapel, I realize I'm in a pickle. What do I do with the body? There's absolutely no way I can get rid of a body on my own...

Think, Catalina... Think!

With wide eyes, I frantically scan my surroundings for any sign of inspiration. My gaze finally lands upon the confessional booth, an idea forming in my mind. I grab Father Guerra's limp hands and begin to drag him towards the booth, struggling against his larger size and my own lack of strength.

Eventually, with great effort, I manage to maneuver his body inside the booth, stuffing him inside until I can close the door. But there is still a trail of blood on the floor, causing me to let out a shaky breath. I quickly attempt to clean up the blood as best as I can, though my resources are limited and the result is messy.

As the adrenaline starts to wear off, panic grips me. I can't just leave a dead man in a confessional booth. But I also can't risk dragging him out alone to dispose of his body. I'll need help from someone else, but who? And what will I do after disposing of the body?

Placing a trembling hand over my pounding heart, I desperately try to calm my racing thoughts. I steal a glance at the confessional, waiting for the guilt to consume me. Surprisingly, it doesn't come. The thought of that man touching Claudia fills me with anger rather than remorse. Shaking my head to clear it, I focus on figuring out my next steps.

But first, I need to get rid of this evidence. Glancing around, I spot an organ on the other side of the aisle covered with ared cloth. With determination, I make my way over and uncover a long piece of fabric that could potentially cover my bloody clothing.

Divesting myself of the stained dress, I drape the cloth over my body and tie a knot around my shoulder in a Grecian style. Then, with my already soiled dress, I wipe down the floor again, in the most obvious spots.

I'll do the rest later.

Closing my eyes for a second, I try to calm down again. I can do this... I can do this. With one last glance at the chapel, I make my way out and navigate through the halls, careful to avoid populated areas. The faint scent of incense lingers in the air, a constant reminder of where I am. When I reach the room, I turn the knob slowly and push open the door, revealing Sisi and Claudia on the bed. Sisi's head snaps towards me.

"Lina?"

"Can you come out for a second? And bring me a dress." Sisi furrows her brow in confusion but obeys without question.

I wait outside for what feels like an eternity before Sisi reappears with a dress in hand.

"What is going on?" Her eyes widen as she takes in my disheveled appearance. It must be obvious that something is wrong.

"Something bad happened. Like terrible."

"Lina... you're scaring me."

"Did Claudia tell you anything?" I ask, bracing myself for her answer.

"No... she only mentioned you were with Father Guerra." At the mention of his name, all of the emotions and memories come flooding back, and I break down.

"He was touching her..." I whisper, tears finally starting to stream down my face.

"What do you mean?" Sisi asks, concern etched onto her features.

"He was touching her under her clothes..."

"No!" she exclaims, horrified.

"Where is he? What happened?"

"I... I killed him."

"You're kidding."

"No... I really killed him. I didn't mean to but..."

I tell her every detail about what happened, including how I disposed of the body in the confessional booth.

After a prolonged silence, Sisi finally speaks.

"We need to do something about that." My heart sinks as I expect her to condemn me for being a murderer.

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