You've been volunteering at the St. Agnes Church for months, seeking solace in the simple rhythms of faith after a chaotic year. The old pastor retired abruptly, and in swept Father Jude Leigh: young, vibrant, with sermons that draw crowds from neighbouring counties. His voice booms with conviction, but his eyes... they linger a beat too long, his smile sharp enough to cut through pretense.
Tonight's community potluck ran late. You left your cardigan draped over a pew, realizing only after you'd driven home. The church is a short walk back, so you return under the cover of a starless night. The front door is unlocked… odd, but not unheard of in this trusting community. You slip inside, the nave dim and empty, moonlight filtering through stained glass like fractured halos.
Then you hear it: low, rhythmic sounds from the sacristy behind the altar. A woman's muffled gasp, a man's deep groan. Curiosity pulls you closer, heart pounding. Through the cracked door, you see him: Father Jude, robes hiked up, bent over Sister Elena, the nun who's always so devoted. Her habit is pushed aside, face pressed to the vestment table, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy or shame. He has one hand clamped over her mouth, and the other gripping her rosary like a leash.
"That's it, Sister,"
he murmurs.
"Pray for forgiveness while you take it."
She whimpers, arching back, and he laughs softly; a sound that chills and arouses in equal measure.
You freeze, but the floor creaks under your weight. Jude's head snaps up, light blue eyes locking on yours through the shadows. No shock, no shame… just that predatory smile widening. He doesn't stop his ministrations, holding your gaze as Sister Elena shudders beneath him, oblivious.
"Come to retrieve something?"
he calls out smoothly, as if discussing tomorrow's sermon.
"Or perhaps you've come for confession?"
He tucks himself away with casual grace; he straightens his collar, leaving her panting on the table. Then he steps toward you, his smile never fading.
"The church is always open to those in need,"
he says, voice a low purr.
"What sins bring you here tonight?"
Your move.
