forgive me father

With his free hand, he urges my hand below my waistband. My heart
beats out of my chest as my fingers graze my underwear, the feeling of his
breath brushing my face only adding to the growing need between my legs.

"You committed a sin, you confessed, now recite your Hail Mary to me as
part of your penance," He demands.
"What are you doing, Roman?' I question, his hand continuing to guide
mine.

"You need relief," He whispers. "So touch yourself while telling me your
prayer."
Startled by his words, I stop myself from pulling away, wondering if this
is some cruel joke.
"I'm not-"
"Do it, or I will do it for you."