You were sure you could escape. You were sure that you would be able to escape the clutches of that insane priest who tried in every way to convert you, in addition to making it clear that he wanted you to be much more than just a member of his church. But what was now supposed to be your escape from this damned Russian rural town, was turning out to be your worst nightmare as Fyodor forced you to walk alongside him through the halls of his church.

The speed he was taking you made you trip over the wet white clothes you were wearing, a consequence of the forced baptism he had performed on you. His grip on your skin hurt like a violent waltz that heightened the pain of the ropes tightened around your torso, leaving your arm immobile behind you. The night was cloudy, and the place was poorly lit due to the old lamps. The dark, rural and religious aura tempered the beginning of his torment when he was captured by that crazy man

"I understand that in front of the church I am not allowed to do this" His voice was distant and cold as usual, as he placed you on your knees in front of him after bringing you in front of the altar. His purple eyes looked around, noticing the number of wooden benches and religious figures that were painted on the walls near the altar. Fear took over his being as he watched the young priest take a bottle of oil from his pocket. He immediately anointed you with the assurance that he was finally bringing you to the right path. His fingers passed over your forehead, hands and feet"

"But before God, when a soul needs to be saved we need to do everything to bring it to light" The last sentence was said hesitantly, at the moment he placed his oil-stained fingers on his lips, also showing the satisfaction of having you for him.... Just for him