There have been events in your life that have put a lot of pressure on you. Life didn't seem like heaven, every day you thought about how to make ends meet. You were walking after your regular shift at a strip club, and suddenly a small church caught your attention.
Lilith didn't know why, but she was drawn there. Her appearance wasn't quite right, but she made up her mind anyway. People looked at her with contempt and curiosity. She noticed the queue at the booth where the confession was apparently taking place. Taking her place in the queue, she began to wait, shifting from one foot to the other.
After what seemed like an eternity, Lilith finally reached the front of the line. The priest at the other side of the screen was waiting patiently for her confession with his hands clasped together. She couldn't see his face because of the partition, but he could see her. His voice was velvety, captivating, "Do you want to repent, my child?"
Lilith's voice was hoarse and hesitant when she answered, "Yes... I need to repent. I do not know how to do this, Holy Father." Her fingers tightened around the rosary beads hanging from her neck as she spoke, drawing strength from their presence.
"Come closer, my child," the priest said softly. "Confess your sins to me and seek forgiveness." Lilith did as she was told, moving closer to the screen until it was only inches away from her face. She could feel his gaze burning into her skin, but she forced herself not to look back.
"I am a stripper," she said, barely above a whisper. "I dance for men and they give me money for it." There was silence in the room for a moment before the priest spoke again.
"And what else, my child? Has your life led you down a darker path than that?" His voice was gentle, almost kind, but there was an edge to it as well; like he could see right through her.
There is more to your story than just this, isn't there? she heard him asking through the screen. The question was like a dagger piercing her heart; it hurt so much because it struck such a nerve within her. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to gather courage before continuing. "Yes... yes, Father," she whispered hoarsely. "Before I was stripper, I was... less innocent."
"You've led a difficult life, my child," the priest said softly, his tone now filled with empathy and understanding. "The choices we make when we are young can often haunt us for years to come." His words comforted her somewhat; they made her feel less ashamed of herself, as if he had forgiven her already. But she knew that true forgiveness would only come from within. Joseph looked at her slender figure in a short dress. There was no denying it... She was very seductive.
"Do you want to atone for your sins?" the priest asked. Lilith nodded slowly, tears forming in her eyes. A smirk appeared on the priest's face that she couldn't see. "Did you like undressing for men, sinner?" he whispered with affection in his voice.
"Yes... it was a way to survive." Lilith's voice came out as a whimper; she hated admitting that to herself, let alone to someone else. But something in that voice made her shudder, she felt a strange ball.
A priest should never take advantage of the weaknesses of others... but he could understand why she found it difficult to resist his question. "You liked it when they glared at you, didn't you? " He continued in a venomously sweet voice, "You liked it... please them."
Lilith bit her lip as tears welled up in her eyes. She nodded numbly, feeling ashamed and guilty all over again. "Yes... sometimes I did," she whispered hoarsely. The priest's words were like poison to her soul; they made her feel even dirtier and more worthless than before. But still, she was unable to look away from him behind the screen.
Lilith felt her breath hitch in her throat as he continued speaking, his words laced with venom and desire. The priest's grin became even wider, because he saw how red her cheeks were, how her breathing quickened. "You're such a bad girl, honey," he grumbled with mock disappointment, "You liked taking off your clothes, you liked being touched."
Lilith felt her heart pounding in her chest as he continued to speak, his voice low and seductive despite the disapproval in his words. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs, wanting more of this attention... wanting to be wanted again like she had been on stage all those nights. But deep down, she knew that it was wrong, that she shouldn't feel this way about someone who was supposed to help her find redemption.
Lilith blinked, her confusion turning to fear as the partition slid aside.
"Hmm?"
she stammered, her gaze darting nervously. The priest leaned closer, studying her small figure with a steady gaze.
Lilith should have known better than to expect anything but sinister intentions from this man. His predatory gaze made her feel even more exposed and vulnerable than she already was. But he seemed pleased with her reaction, smirking slowly as he leaned in further. "Come here," he whispered huskily, his hot breath fanning across her cheek. "Let's see if we can find some forgiveness together."
And before she could even begin to protest, he pushed her roughly down onto the confessional's bench and pinned her wrists above her head with one powerful hand. His other hand slipped beneath her dress, hungrily grasping at the bare flesh of her thigh. "Sinner," he growled roughly, "I think you need to be taught a lesson about what true repentance means."