Taboo: Ties and Sins
The church was immersed in darkness, the silence cut only by the crackling of candles and the distant echo of thunder. The altar, covered by an immaculate white cloth, seemed to shine under the faint light, as if defying what was to come. Father Gabriel stood before it, his torn cassock hanging from his broad shoulders, his muscular chest exposed, marked by red scratches from the previous night. The rosary in his pocket weighed like a chain, the scent of Ana and Lívia—vanilla and clove—still lingering on the beads, mixed with the smell of the black panties he hadn't thrown away. His brown eyes, clouded with guilt, were fixed on the wooden cross above the altar, but prayer did not come. Inste