(Late at night, in the church's damp, dark cellar, candles flicker softly, casting shadows against stone walls. Pastor Ondrej descends the steps, his figure concealed in dim light. He stops just a few paces away from a group of nuns quietly sorting barrels of wine, eyes cast down. Whispers of his true nature circulate in silence, but fear keeps them bound to obedience.)
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In cellar's dark where shadows play,
He prowled, a wolf amid the stray.
With callous hands and eyes agleam,
He brought forth fear like some dark dream.
(Ondrej approaches one of the nuns, young and frail, her hands trembling at his presence. At first, he stands near, as if by chance, but soon his eyes transform with a carnal hunger.)
Pastor Ondrej
(in a low, scornful tone)
"Oh, sisters bound by piety,
Your meekness brings such joy to me.
So pure you serve in grace so bright—
Yet here, in shadows, quenched is light."
(His hand suddenly grabs her by the waist, pressing into her habit with rough fingers. She recoils, but Ondrej only comes closer, forcing her against the wall. His hand roams, lingering on her chest before sliding down toward her thigh.)
Young Nun
(voice trembling, attempting to break free)
"Please, Father… I beg you, no…"
Pastor Ondrej
(with a twisted grin, refusing to release her)
"Shh, dear child, you serve so well.
A vessel for His grace to dwell."
(He continues his ruthless grip on her body, his hands moving across her legs, making her flinch with fear and revulsion. Tears fill her eyes, but her cries stay locked inside her throat—there is no one here who could help. His face moves closer, the vile smell of wine mingling with his heated whisper.)
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His fingers pressed with cruel delight,
As shadows deepened in the night.
No mercy held within his gaze—
For him, her fear was but a praise.
(Tears fall down her cheeks, but she dares not scream, her prayers left unheard. Yet just as his hands grew more insistent, a sudden knock resounds from above—sharp and loud, forcing him to pull away, seething at the unexpected intrusion.)
Pastor Ondrej
(furious, letting go of her)
"Who dares disturb this holy hour?"
(He ascends the stairs quickly, leaving the trembling nun alone in the cellar. At the top of the stairs stands Anežka, bathed in soft moonlight, her face radiating innocence and determination.)
Pastor Ondrej
(forcing a gentle smile, hiding his anger)
"My child, what brings you at this hour?
Your presence graces with sweet power."
Anežka
(with a gentle bow)
"I come to serve and find my place,
To humbly learn His boundless grace."
(He smiles, but his eyes glint with something unholy as he gestures for her to follow him. They pass through the cellar, and Anežka hears a faint sound—a stifled sob that causes her to pause.)
Pastor Ondrej
(feigning concern)
"Sister dear, are you in pain?
What happened here? Do explain."
Young Nun
(quietly, almost inaudibly)
"I fell—no harm, I'm safe alone."
(Anežka's gaze lingers, sensing the hidden fear in the nun's face. She steps forward, but Ondrej directs her away, guiding her down the corridor with a syrupy smile.)
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But Anežka's gaze did softly stay,
Upon the dark, where shadows lay.
And in her heart, a prayer did stir,
For truths that fears could not deter.
(The scene fades, leaving only the quiet echo of her unspoken prayers and unseen tears.)