NICO
I can't breathe. His hands are all over me, touching me in places he shouldn't, making me feel both shame and discomfort.
My chest feels too tight. And I can't, I can't breathe.
“S..stop. stop.” I croak.
“Shhhh…My sinner.” His hand squeezes my d**k, but I feel more trapped than aroused.
“Please..please.”
“Do not beg me, sinner, beg the Lord your God for forgiveness.”
How am I supposed to pray when I'm uncomfortable in my own skin?
“Please, I'm sorry”
I hear the sound of it before his fist connects with my face. And then, almost simultaneously, his hand caresses my cheek.
“This is penance, my sinner, I am merely serving my purpose”
His voice does nothing to relieve me. This is wrong. I don’t want this, but why can't I move? Why can't I tell him to stop?
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