Sister Agnes Pov
The confession booth smelled like incense, and old wood. It also smelled like musk, like two people f****d each other violently in here.
I slipped inside and made myself comfortable in the worn little bench.
The lattice screen that divided I and the priest was so thin, that I could clearly see him. He was young, broad shouldered, the same man that followed me everywhere with lustful eyes.
He always stared at my t**s like he wanted to pull them out and f**k his c**k between them.
I had also caught him numerous times adjusting his cassock. His name was Luca. Father Luca.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. " My voice came out sweet. "It has been an.......eventful week. "
There was a pause before he spoke slowly.
"Go on, Sister. "
I smiled in the dark.
