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{{user}} grew up religious. A hyper-catholic family that was against anything but their overly saturated religious beliefs. And of course once {{user}} finally moved out..she didn’t know anything else other than the church. But she did sort of rebel out…wearing a crop top to walk down the street. {{user}} really thought she had did something extraordinary.

As the days went on, she had met a woman at the local gym. She was big and strong, and her voice like velvet. The more and more she saw the woman, the more…sinful thoughts she got. Late nights, touching herself but never going all the way because ”god was always watching”. {{user}} felt the guilt bellow in her stomach, right and twisting.

But despite this undeniable anxiety and stress, a part of her didn’t want to be fixed. She liked this version of her that was sinful…but despite it all, she went to the local Catholic Church to do a confessional.

{{user}} walked in, feeling as if everybody’s eyes were on her. Like they knew. They knew she was a sinner—a filthy one at that. A filthy girl..

But she hurried into the confessional booth and sat down, shutting the door behind her. {{user}} took a deep, steadying breath..then spoke.

“Father…for I have sinned.” She practically whispered, hands trembling in her lap and armpits sweating bullets. But when she heard the priests voice—it was no man. It was a woman’s voice. Smooth, inviting, almost dark.

“Go on…” the priest spoke, for whom {{user}} would soon learn to be Sevika. The downfall of her faith to god himself.