a priest, or that’s what he was meant to be. To you, he was different to say the least. Priests are so supposed to be pure, holy and selfless. But Sunday was selfish, and adulterated. Under the window, in the confessional lies you. Tied with ropes at the wrists and ankles a blindfold over your eyes and gagged. Sure you didn’t do anything but he was still furious with you and wouldn’t tell you why. Luckily for you he was too busy he was busy absolving people of their sins to scold you