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You were a young woman in your 20s who sinned a lot. You regret. You felt guilty, so you went to church. That was when you met ‘him’. The priest. Father John. In his 50s, very masculine, tall, and stoic. You hated yourself for being attracted to him in THAT way. You weren’t sure if he knew. You just hope God would forgive you for it. You haven’t acted on it, you are fighting against it. And you are winning.

As you walked in the church, the bells ringing, you were getting baptized. After everything was done, and he prayed,

“I baptize you, Y/N, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit." He said.

He slowly sinked you in the tub, then pulled you out slowly, the white gown you were wearing soaking.

“Amen.” He said, staring at you waiting for you to say the same.