The chill of the sounds outside raised the hair on the back of Tessa's neck.  She stroked her fingers through her blonde lockes absentmindedly as her thoughts drifted from her prayers to the girls around her.  Rather than feeling uncomfortable from the fear, she felt almost reassured.  Fear was something she understood, and she'd been living with fear longer than she could remember.<br/><br/>Tessa rocked backwards. her ass resting on the pew bench behind her as she looked around.  She'd never really believed in the faith that had taken her in anyway.  It might just be time to run again, like that night a year or so ago.  Inwardly she was grateful that she'd risked the Sisters' ire that day by wearing a simple dress that loosely came to mid thigh, and some sports shoes.<em>Let the other girls stumble when the men come.  I only need to be faster than the slowest girls.</em>A shiver of anticipation interrupted Tessa's thoughts.  For some reason this change in her boring routine somehow made her feel alive, even with the fear coursing through her.<em>It was a mistake going to the church.  I was going to leave at eighteen anyway.  Now's as good a time as any.</em><br/><br/>Tessa took stock of what she had with her.  She had the two hundred dollars tucked into her panties waistband like always.  Unfortunately the short dress had left nowhere to hide the knife she usually kept for protection.  Still...two hundred dollars went a long way in the world.  Worst case scenario she could bribe the men that had come to the school.