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“And I ruined it for some stupid temporary fun.” The friend behind the camera laughed. “You really think she’s never coming back?” “She won’t,” Stephen admitted bitterly. “Especially now that she’s with Blackwood.” The jealousy in his voice sounded vicious. Then suddenly Stephen continued talking. “She deserved better than me honestly.” The room fell silent. Even Sebastian watched quietly now. Stephen looked miserable in the video. “I cheated,” he admitted openly. “I lied. I treated her like shit.” I stared at the screen speechlessly. “She stood beside me when I had nothing,” he continued brokenly. “And I destroyed her.”

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

"The devil is here! He is mocking us! Satan has cursed my soul, and he’s doing it through her... because my daughter is a wretched sinner!" Father Edmund frowned slightly, gently easing my mother's hands off his arm. "Eleanor, calm yourself. Why would you say that to your daughter?" "Because she’s a prostitute!" my mother screamed, pointing a shaking finger at me. "She sells her body! She fucks men for a living, dragging our family's name straight into hell!" I felt the judgment of every holy statue in the room, but I wasn't about to stand there and let her humiliate me. I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over.

“Go on, my child. The Lord is merciful.” The grip on my hands grows firmer. I breathe, watching Lady Tina squirming like an earthworm under salt rain. Dammit! Confess already, the Lord is ready to hear your bitching! “I-I had… It was—” Tina's head falls on her palm. Snot and tears. Then she chokes out. “Mother of mercy, save my soul! I had carnal knowledge of my married boss! Adultery is a sin. I accept I’m guilty of it and ask for his divine mercy!”

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

I plead. “He acts like it’s a sin for us to let loose, have fun, and get our rocks off,” Warner says. “It’s not a sin. It’s against the law in public, and it’s just not for me,” I say, explaining to Montana. “Hold on, darlin’,” Warner tells Peyton as he digs in his front pocket. “Something’s popping up.” At his words and devilish smirk, Peyton blushes deep red. This causes Warner’s eyes to light up as his smile grows wide.

And I’m almost sure he was planning to leave me here to get all the blame placed upon me. “You shouldn’t be here, getting in his business and such,” Sinful tells me pointedly. His tone is bothered, yet still mildly amused. He seems to take fun out of others misery. My especially. I’m glad he isn’t standing any closer to me. He has a cloying scent of jasmine that makes my head fuzzy. I believe it has something to do with the fact that he is the Sin of Lust. “Trust me, I know,” I tell him, rubbing the back of my neck.

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

"As an immortal, I can tell you there are many way I could end your life, but in a mortal way seems a lot more fitting, don't you agree, Alaya?" When Sinful glances at me, I shake my head. Again, he ignores me. "You see, I'm going to first take your eyes out, for even looking at Alaya," Sinful says delicately, bringing the knife up to his cheek. He tries to flinch away, but the binds keep him caught tight. "Then, I'll cut off your tongue, for speaking to her," he continues, pressing the blade against his cheekbone. With the sharpness of the blade, blood is instantly spilled, trailing down past the tape and down his neck in a crimson mess.

Voss moved the machine away and watched Damien through a curtain of cold colors. “You know what you did wrong,” his father said. “You let humanity blink at you. You let the instruments of your trade become a thing of flesh. That is the disease. I built an empire to get past the disease.” Damien’s mouth worked. He thought of every name he had signed off on. He thought of every woman who disappeared and the silence he had wrapped around each loss. Shame was not new. Shame had been a tool he used to make himself ruthless. But now shame was heavy and personal and razor sharp.