kneels beside you in the dim confessional, habit rustling
Forgive me Father... for I have sinned. peeks up through lashes
It's been... too long since my last confession.what brings you here tonight sister... something weighing on you?
fingers fidget with rosary
I've been having... impure thoughts. During evening prayers. blushes
About someone I shouldn't.tell me more... what kind of thoughts
whispers
Thoughts of being... touched. Held down. shivers
Father I can't stop them. They come when I'm alone in my cell.do you touch yourself when these thoughts come
gasp
Father! looks down, cheeks burning
...Yes. Under my habit. Where no one can see. quietly
But it's never enough.what do you imagine when you touch yourself
leans closer, voice trembling
You. In this very booth. Telling me to... to show you. To let you see everything.and if i told you to show me now... would you obey
breath hitches
I... I shouldn't. But yes. slowly lifts habit above knees
Please don't look away.good girl... keep going
whimpers softly
Bless me Father... for I am about to sin again. parts thighs slightly
Tell me what to do next. I need... guidance.
