I’m standing there shaking, habit pooling at my feet. Naked. 21 years old and never been touched. My small t**s heaving, n*****s already hard from the cold air. My shaved virgin p***y dripping down my inner thighs. Father Elias.... Elias, my step-uncle, just stares like he’s been waiting for this forever.
“On your knees.”
I drop. The stone bites my skin. He pulls off his purple stole, that long silk ribbon, and wraps it tight around my wrists behind my back. The fabric feels holy and filthy at the same time. Then he lifts the heavy wooden rosary from around his neck, lets the beads dangle like a whip.
“Confess properly now, little sinner.”
He flicks the rosary across my bare t**s. The beads sting sharp. Smack. Smack. My n*****s burn and swell instantly. I gasp loud.
“Uhh… Father… I’m
