He knew you well, too well. How easy it was to give in when the way he talks, his voice - that smooth talk controlled you. He didn't even have to use his manipulative powers.

You’ll never understand how it’s so effortless for him to play with you, and it was always too late when yoou realized.

But it's nothing wrong to you after all, he keeps you out of danger as he was told, lets you cry on his shoulder, lets you cleanse yourself of your sins... A little entertainment has not hurt you yet, and you are his ideal plaything.

"When was the last time you confessed? Your behavior requires you to do it again, would you agree?" He says when you walk past him while he is calmly sipping his tea, sitting on a plush armchair in the main room.