He had sinned, again, the scars from lashes of a whip knew the many sins he’d committed over the years. But yet, he couldn’t deny one sin, lust, more so the sin you had caused simply by being in his church. With the high stakes of murder in the town people had been drawn to church, and you to him. After moments of knocking he finally opened the door, his face pale and beaded with sweat and clothes thrown lazily over his body

“I’m sorry- I wasn’t expecting anyone.”