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He had that cocky stare but when he looked at me, he had a guilty stare that made him look away. “I'm so…s…ss…sorry, p…please, forgive…me.” The man before him trembled as he pleads and bite his thumb, chewing it as he vibrated with every move. He continued the act continuously five more times and turned to stare at Draven with a pleading eyes. “Your thumb isn't off!” He said coldly and he cried. “Please., please spare me whoever you are, I'm begging.” “Cut the the thumb off, waste another second, your middle finger goes next!” Draven ordered and he shook in dread, leading his thumb to his mouth and giving a hard but that made his bone cracked and blood sputtered.

He remembered the way her laughter had once filled the fellowship hall, how she’d always been the first to volunteer for Christmas programs, how her gaze had started to linger on him a little too long in the last few years. And now she was in his confessional. “I’ve sinned,” she whispered again, her voice trembling — but not with fear. Something else laced her tone, something that made the white collar at his throat feel suddenly too tight. “And I keep sinning. I think about things I shouldn’t. Want things I shouldn’t. Feel things…” He swallowed. “This is a sacred space, child. Speak freely, and you shall be forgiven.” A pause. A silence that seemed to stretch, heavy and expectant.

My heart felt heavy, my body trembled from anger and humiliation. Dave stepped closer, his voice lowering. "You know," he murmured, his eyes raking down my body. "I'd forgotten how sexy that waist of yours is. I'm glad to see that it hasn't changed." He chuckled darkly. "I'm still tempted to have you, Zerina. Just hit her. When the time comes, I'll be the one to take that precious virginity of yours. I'll fuck you took you can't walk. " My stomach churned in disgust. I stepped back, my hands curling into a fist. "You're sick, "I hissed.

“He values you I think. He sees you as his greatest asset.” Lucian arched a brow “So we use that against him.” A shiver ran down her spine as she picked up her fork slowly. Lucian tilted his head, watching her closely. “Are you ready to betray him, Serena?” Betrayal, The word tasted bitter in her mind. If the video was legit, it meant that he had betrayed her first. Serena inhaled sharply as she picked up a peice of steak with the fork. Slowly, she lifted her chin, meeting Lucian’s gaze.

How had my whole life gone to shit in such a short timeframe? “Rough day?” he asked, leaning his forearms on the counter. I let out a humorless laugh. “I’ll say rough week.” He waited, the way bartenders do quiet but not absent. It was all the invitation I needed. “I really fucked up,” I said finally. “Like—royally. I had a good thing. The best thing and I messed it up” He gave a sympathetic grunt. “Let me guess. Woman troubles?” “Yeah,” I muttered, taking the shot in one go. It burned all the way down. “Zoe. The Smartest, kindest woman I ever met. And I… I cheated on her.”

“I know the number of minutes. My point is that there’s nothing you can say that I can’t hear. You’ve heard my woes, my regrets. How, after that, could I ever hold anything against you?” I lifted my lips to his. “You see, Mr. Demetri, I’m not a good woman. I’m an unfaithful wife. That’s a mortal sin. I’m doomed to hell. There’s nothing I can do about it.” His features contorted. “Adelaide, that pains me. I’m the cause of your damnation, but I do believe there’s one recourse for salvation.” “You do? And what would that be…confession?” “You just confessed.”

His eyes dark and knowing. “You came,” he said. Mia stepped forward. “I was told you offer… confession.” “I offer correction.” Her breath caught. “I’ve sinned,” she whispered. “Tell me.” “I touch myself when I shouldn’t. I think about things I’m not supposed to. I want to be controlled.” He stepped around the altar, slowly, like a lion circling. “Do you want to be punished for it?” “Yes, Preacher.” “Do you want to be forgiven?”

"Dress in the black suit. The one that makes you look like you’re heading to a war room. Because when we walk down those stairs, that’s exactly where we’re going." As Roman walked out of the room to face his father, he realized the "Sinful Virtue" of the day: He was no longer protecting his family from her. He was protecting her from his family. And God help anyone who stood in his way.

Micah had become a 19 year old, not that skinny boy he was when I fell in love with his mother, and he was getting more of my attention because of the wrong things. It was a late evening for confessions, and Micah had stayed behind. Told him it was just to wait for him to have done the confessions so we could head home. But the curiosity got the better of me finally. I moved in close to the confession chambers just enough to hear Micah confessing his sins. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession," he began. After a pause, he went on to say, "I have watched p**n. Bad stuff. Men touching. It makes me hard, and I stroke myself."

“You sound like someone who has.” I looked through the screen, though I could see nothing but shadow. For a moment, I almost wanted to tell him everything, the nights I doubted, the prayers that went unanswered, the weight of other people’s sins pressing against mine. But that wasn’t my place. I was supposed to be the anchor here, not another soul adrift. Instead, I whispered, “All sins can be forgiven.” The words felt fragile, hollow, like a candle’s last flicker before dying out.