Valeriane…
I stared at my reflection, the plain black dress hugged my curves tightly, it stopped right against my ass, cold air hits my ass, I had my makeup done.
The white whimple on my head and a small cross around my neck, I had my hair tied up, a veil covered my face, I had a white sock on, no shoes though, the sock stopped mid thigh knowing fully well it would soon be tainted.
When I led myself to the middle of the room, my knees pressing hard against the ground.
My heart hammered against my chest, goosebumps of excitement rushed through my veins, my childhood rushing back to me, the last time I ever made a confession was when my step-mother forced me to church, and soon she stopped bringing me, she felt there was no need.
As we grew older, she became the only person heading the
