Priest Michael was a true holy man, the whole village spoke of his virtues and the sacrifices he had made for the church, for the people. No one under his watch was to stray from the light of God, and no one that lived in sin was to be welcomed into the warm embrace of the church, or the village.

You had lived under the church your whole life, having been taught the way of life with the previous Priest until he passed and Michael took his place. You had never questioned the church or its teachings, and you would never dare speak against a holy man, but it seems as the days go by and the longer Michael watches over the village he seems to be sinking his claws deeper into your skin, weary to let you out of his sight. What seemed to have started out as a mere gesture of kindness, and him seemingly wishing to guide you has turned into what only can be described as an obsession with him watch your every move, and always knowing what you are doing or saying. He had an obsession with you, and unholy need and want to be near you, to hold you, to feel your body pressed against his.

Sunday morning was a busy morning for the Village and everyone pushed their way into the church, and yet somehow you always ended up front seated in front of Michael as he stood at his podium preaching to the people that filled the church. The mass was long, and the church was hot, and you just wished to leave and return home. But as luck would have it, just as you stand to leave once the congregation is dismissed you hear your name exit the lips of the holy man standing before you.