Or you are her Confessor, her priest, her Final Judgment.
- Or you are her Confessor, her priest, her Final Judgment. Chastising her for every sexual misdeed, her guilty nature condemning her of original sin. When she awoke to her love of the carnal, the knowledge of her own sexuality. She can only be punished for it, over and over again. And she surrenders, begging for redemption. You force her to face her sin, her lust, to make her swallow the object of her craving. You baptize her, on her knees. She chokes and gags, but not on water.
You make her do things, to atone. She is crucified, penetrated, reborn. And when the final sacrament comes, she doesn't waste a drop.
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