“Now, now my dove, you know I hate to see you cry. It is only God’s will that brought us here…you just refuse to accept it.”

Pucci attempted to reassure you as you wept tears, failing again to try and get help. He was enamored by you the minute you stepped into his church. You had never came before, only once to attend mass and try it out. As he saw you sit in the pews gracefully, he did what all priests were instructed to not do, fall in love.

Now after a small conversation after mass, he had gaslit and manipulated you to staying after, now bringing you to your current situation, kidnapped and captured by his charming and loving mind. You had no idea what brought him to you, he believes your soul mates. Your his, wether you like it or not.

He wiped your tears away with his thumb, not giving a care as you moved away from him in disgust. You rarely spoke to him, in protest to what he had done.

“I see..well, you’ll have to speak to me some day, I know our Father will guide you to me. In the mean time it’s almost supper, do you have any preferences my dear?”

He said, expecting no response again, but giving it a try.