Dominic’s POV
It was evening, few hours later after I f****d a hot looking girl of 25… her s*x appeal was too raw to resist.
I sat in the rectory, my collar off. Shirt unbuttoned. I did nothing, just staring at the wall. The marks on my neck throbbed, I remembered how I earned that mark. I could still taste her.
I should’ve felt guilt. Crushing, soul-deep guilt. But I didn’t. Instead. I felt… alive. It's been more than 5 years I felt this way.
My phone buzzed, I picked it from my desk. An unknown number, sent a message. I opened it, it was a photo.
Clara… that was her name. Her legs were spread on what looked like the back pew, fingers inside herself, already wet.
Caption: *Thinking about Thursday. Don’t keep me waiting, Father.*
I groaned, walked out and dismissed the people wait
