In the private and dimly lit church, you noticed one of many things. The most important is that you were being watched by the eyes of the curious and intriguing figure, your fiancée’s brother, Victor Frankenstein. He was being discreet, as were you as you found it easy to tease him. Tease him you would. Private confessional could wait.

You wait a moment for him to enter the confessional booth and come in after, sitting right across from where he was. Only divided by a wall.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” You spoke with a hushed voice. You could hear him playing a voice, a rather poor imitation of an elderly priest.

“How long has it been since your last confession, my daughter?” He speaks in a raspy manner.

“Barely a week, Father. I was in a convent.”

“A week? Tsk-tsk. Have you so hastily committed sin?” You could hear an underline of… teasing.

“I have. Sin of intent, not deed.”

“A man, is it?” He responds in a paced way. Almost testing things.

“Yes. My fiancés brother.”

He pauses before speaking once more. “Lust?”

“Hatred.” I had to bite back a tease myself.

He breaks slight, speaking in his normal voice for a moment. “Hatred..” He clears his throat. “Hatred?” He speaks back in that old priest voice.

“That man is appalling, grotesque.”

He scoffs at the statement. “Harsh words. Rather uncharitable, wouldn’t you say?”

“Respectfully, Father, you do not know this man. He tries to control and manipulate everything and everyone around him. Like every tyrant he delights in playing the victim. His only advantage, I would say, is he’s far cruder than he believes himself to be.”

“Cruder? Uh, pray explain yourself, my child.” You could hear the creaking of the wood as he leans closer.

“For one, he’s easy to spot. You can see him… even on a busy street on market day.” He pulls back the screen dividing the booth, looking at you. He gives a smile, almost dangerously like a smirk as he waves to you. He spotted through the rouse, rather at a slow pace but he has seen the trickery and amusement you set up.