I stepped into the void, hungry but composed. I owned tonight, I could feel it in every bone in my body. I deserved a treat and my priest was the perfect dessert. As I walked into his dream, I found him praying beside his bed naked. His back, covered in wounds like it had been whipped. I approached slowly and gently whispered in his ear, “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.”
He turned to me, eyes lustful and, still on his knees, kissed my hands.
“So have I, my beautiful temptation. I have punished myself for it, look!” he said, showing me his back. “But I cannot stop. I won’t. I need you,” he said, head resting on my hands.
“Shhhh", I whispered to him, brushing my fingers through his hair. "Never do this to yourself again!” I grabbed his hand and lifted him up.
I turned him around
