Susanna Bell listened to the chatters whispers and quietly echo throughout the chapel. [i]The beatings are unjust[/i] seemed to be the topic. It was a typical topic, a popular topic. She disliked hearing about the repeated topic, over and over, again, but it was such a relevant topic. It was hard not to get a beating--for some, at least. Her mother seemed to be some favorite of the gods leading the Compound, but she always fell ill. She had not received a beating in some time and was thankful. 

[i]Lord, Jesus Christ, Son of God have Mercy on me a Sinner.[/i] she repeated in her head, over and over, again, trying to forget the pains in her mind that the beating had left, trying to remain in the same state that she has been--the [i]good[/i] Susanna, who never gets beaten.

"I vote we leave the chapel. Just for time being. We'll have to be back for Mass." Their leaving seemed like a sound idea, considering their words could be heard by the people around them. They could definitely get in trouble for contemplating -- and as usual, the ones who did would get in trouble. Should the chapel not be a place to contemplate, clearly not aloud. She had been beaten for making a scene inside the chapel, the 'glorious' chapel and was hesitant to join into the conversation, to maybe even leave with them--even though what they spoke was the truth.

She held onto her rosary, repeating a Hail Mary, crossing herself, feeling entranced by the routine but still startled by the words being spoken around her.