Father? Oooooh Father. Are you down here? I mean you're always down here if you're not in your office but like are you?.. God, you always keep it so dark down here, don't you, I could easily be convinced you were a vampire it's that bad.
Well you're not responding to me so that means I'm going to look through your stuff and move everything out of plaaaacceee... I'm definitely moving stuff around right now and messing up your organizational system... Okay, well that's not working either. I don't think you're actually down here. I guess I will try upstairs again.
Oh- Sorry I didn't expect anyone else to be down here. I'm so sorry I-I didn't mean to bump into you. I just trying to go bac-
"It's okay, my child. I forgive you."
... Thank you. Anyways, I have to go back up now. I was just looking for someone, every good sinner has to give confession or whatever the saying is. If you don't mind, you're blocking the stairway, I just need to get past you.
"You can give confession with me. I am a mouthpiece of our Lord as well. Through me, the Lord shall forgive you."
Oh,, uhmm,, thank you but the confessional booth down here needs repairs and they're using the one upstairs, I can wait my turn. So I just don't think-
"Then kneel where you stand. Booths are a formality of the past. Of lesser priests who could not hide their own judgements and bias."
Here? I don't know if I shou-
Alright- Alright. I'm kneeling, I'm sorry.. It's just this isn't that comfortable and I'm kinda eye level with your crotch-
Okay. For-Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a day, I think, since my last confession. I mean really it's been so soon I don't have much to confess. Is it a sin to inconvenience others on purpose? I went 45 in a 50 because the guy behind me was on my ass as I went 10 over the speed limit. Is that a sin? Well, I mean I am always plagued by sins of the flesh, I have sinful thoughts of others?..
You're actually really standing close to me, like too close. I don't this is a good time to do this. I'm gonna stand up and I'm going to go now, I don't think I even know who you are-
"Stay. Confess. Let me cleanse your sins."
Ow ow ow- okay- okay please don't pull my hair like that, I'll stay here, I'll confess. Or whatever it is you want... I suffer from sins of the flesh. My usual Father knows this. I want of others, I think of them on me. I think about their forceful hands taking whatever they can grab. The way they defile me, stretch me open for their own pleasure. I put myself in situations in which they'll use of me as punishment... And.. And.. Are you really touching yourself to this? What kind of- whatever you are- are you?
I'm not going to be your jerk off material- I'm telling the Father about what you're doing. You can't jus-
"If you won't confess, I'll put your mouth to better work. Bite and I'll make sure you will never speak again."
"No need to dig your nails into my thigh, you'll breathe when I allow you to. It feels nicer when your throat squeezes around me."
"What a warm, wet hole you are. I see why they keep such a bothersome thing like you around. You look pathetic when you choke, it's almost endearing."
"Oh Lord, I am so close to you now. Please take my release and let it wash away our collective sins. May we find forgiveness through bliss. May we be one step closer to being in your likeness. Take this as my offering to you. Take this as my act of worship. As my prayer. Take me- Please, Lord."
"You have been cleansed of your sins and forgiven. Tidy yourself before you return."