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Oh, goddess… what have I done? What have I done?? What have I done??? The last look lingers in her eyes. The raw fear when my claws went around her bone and the gasp when I tore it out. They haunt me. It’s evident on her face. Not being able to stare at it anymore, I let my head fall on my knees, bloodied hands going around me in a protective shield as I rock myself into oblivion. “I killed someone,” I whisper. “I killed someone.” It is my new worship song.

This was a career-ending sermon. Confessions were just as bad. As a priest, I obviously could not judge them, but it was quite something. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I lusted after my neighbor’s wife with desire in my heart,” the man confessed. I nodded sagely, trying to focus. “And how many times—” “But she looks just like that dangerous-hot looking Norwegian ex I had. Her ass is round and perfect and…” I coughed to get him back in order.

Creighton drew a deep breath as he pulled his tee-shirt off. “I don’t know this song of yours, I’m afraid.” Sandra stood and hurried down the hall to the bedroom, ignoring the display of wrinkled bedding, kinky toys and handcuffs spread across the very used bed. She pulled her iPod from her purse and shuffled through the many songs as she walked back into the room, just in time to see Creighton remove his jeans. She blushed at the revelation that he had not bothered to put on underwear, then quickly found the song she was looking for. She turned it on, allowing the song to filter through the small speaker. Creighton listened for a few minutes, his eyes narrowing at her.

I sighed first and then played what I wanted to sing. I just wanted to be able to relax my brain by singing so I went there. The song was entitled, “Secrets” and I relate myself to it. Yes, I have so many secrets. Secrets that are not easy to confess or to talk about. Even though I'd like to tell others about it, I always end up telling lies. Instead of telling it to others, to let this off my chest, I did the complete opposite from what the song says.

Mel's POV I clear my throat, feeling the alcohol loosening my restraint. “This one’s for my mom,” I announce, my slurred voice booming through the room. Then, I start singing the lyrics to “Rain” by Sleep Token—loudly and likely off-key. Who fucking cares.

As I was walking, pushing my cart, the supermarket started playing music right as I was about to pay. The song is so unfair! Dahan / Jireh Lim I won't cry anymore, I won't force myself to Love you forever I won't listen anymore, my mind is confused You should know that you're the one I love And if you're not for me The love you gave I won't hope anymore To be held again Slowly let go My heart that can't fight back Because you left me once I'm hurting so much I won't let you hurt me again And forget our past

If it were some news it would have been easy for me to talk, and I would have been done with it by now. What I’m about to say is something that’s so so easy to blurt out. “I’m waiting Robert…” Julian says bringing my wandering thoughts back to the present, and I look up at him. I rub my sweaty palms on my jeans and I took deep breaths, I had no idea it would be this hard. I wished I din’t get involved to begin with. I start to make my face look remorseful, as I finally say, “I’m here to make a confession.”

Henry:i don't know why, Why I did those things to you, What happened through my mind and I don't know why, Why I broke heart again, I guess that I was blind Oh baby how I wish you, could forgive me, Just one more time. Baby And I swear,I'll be there Anytime you want me too, I'll be true,just for you Don't leave me lonely, Cause I need you I sang and kneel down in front of her and everyone gasped including her. Yes I've been a fool, Now I see the price to pay, I can't run and hide Am loosing you, And am just a step away, Each time I lie oh baby how I wish you, could forgive me,

The dried wax that clung to the edge of my ribs. And the collar. I ran my fingers across it feeling not restrained, but claimed. Underneath the pillow, I found another card. Rest. Breathe. You're not broken. You're opened. When you're ready, write your next confession. There were no flowers. No demands. Just space. And the echo of everything we’d shared. Somewhere between heat and silence, I smiled. Because I wasn’t just a submissive anymore. I was a story unfolding. One confession at a time.

Ruth repeatedly played the recording. Each time, Esmerelda's voice filled the air again. The hospital room was eerily silent, except for the recording playing on repeat. Minutes dragged by until, all of a sudden, Ruth hurled the phone against the wall. She then turned her cold eyes on Esmerelda. "Do you have anything left to say?" Esmerelda frantically shook her head. This time, her tears were real. "Mom, I was wrong. I was joking. I didn't think Clara would take it seriously… I really didn't mean it…"