'Come to me, darling girl' keeps playing in your head as you walk out of the store. And while you're thinking, you walk automatically without paying attention to where you're going.

Much to your relief, the constant repetition of the same words ceases, giving you the opportunity to think for yourself. Yet, now realising you've been strolling for a while, you look up and see yourself outside the church.

"What the hell?" you blurt out, your mouth falling open while your puzzled gaze veers up at the tall wooden building.

You were supposed to be heading home, but somehow your feet ended up here instead.

"Why the hell am I here?" you mutter as you approach the entrance. The moment you neared, the front door began to creak open, and a chill of unease ran up your spine.

You pause, wondering, "Should I?," before extending your arms and cautiously pushing it fully open. It swung wide and you hovered in the doorway.

As the night sky began to become darker, you were drawn to the church's lighted interior. You crossed the threshold while feeling your stomach twitch with nervousness.

You gazed around warily, but there didn't appear to be anyone in the empty, quiet hall, not even Tom.

You walked down the middle aisle, but spotted the confessional booth on the far left of the hall. Curiosity got the better of you, and so you approached it, sliding yourself inside, and taking a seat.

You felt silly and immediately thought of leaving, having no clue how the whole religious confession process worked. However, just as you were to get up and exit the booth, you hear movement on the opposite side as someone enters and sits down.

A small latticed compartment opens and a sultry deep voice speaks. It's Tom, he's asking you to confess.

Your body experienced an instantaneous adrenaline rush, excited by the prospect of being alone in a cramped area with him. You became turned on and energised.

"I've been a bad girl, daddy"

Oh fuck, did I just say my thoughts out loud?

Your heart pounded against your chest at your inappropriate slip of tongue. It was so uncharacteristic of you. Sure, your mind thought such obscenities but you never acted them out.

Tom remained silent for a few seconds, then just like how he taught you to fix a shelf, he began teaching you how to correctly start a confession.

"It's forgive me father for I have sinned." he instructs, waiting for you to repeat his words.

You feel compelled to continue stepping out of your natural behaviour. A mischievousness comes over you, and you feel naughty.

"Yes, daddy I have sinned, I keep having impure thoughts about someone"

Why am I doing this, what the fuck ... I'm well and truly damned.

The booth stayed silent throughout, yet he appeared to be breathing more heavily. And at this point, you weren't certain if the butterflies in your stomach were caused by excitement or nerves. You were thrilled, carefree, and totally unsure, but also so utterly aroused.

"It's forgive me father for I have sinned" Tom reiterates in a more authoritative tone.

The shockwaves that were caused by your suggestive role play made your body tremble with desire. You snub his more commanding tone, enjoying it more than anything else, and curtly carry on speaking.

"I fantasise about him everyday. His large hands caressing my body. His tongue tasting me" 

You find yourself swaying slightly against your seat, desperate for friction to alleviate the intense ache in your pussy. You move to squeezing your thighs together instead, and finally your desperation was eased a little by the pressure on your clit, but it also made a faint whimper escape your mouth.

By this point you can almost certainly smell his honeyed breath against the openings in the lattice, and hear his breathing becoming more harsh. Was he frantically attempting to look inside?

You suddenly hear him fidget within the small booth, his body shuffling in his seat. Your ears prick up, faintly hearing the obvious sound of a zip unfastening.

Was that his zip?

You imagine him stroking himself from the other side, and instinctively, you place two fingers in your mouth and suck, saturating your digits with your saliva before darting them between your thighs.

As your fingers press against your painfully stimulated clit, another low groan escapes you, and immediately the sound of him spitting can be heard in the quiet of the booth, followed by the sinful noises of his hand jerking his cock.

You work up a sweat, causing your brows to become heavily dotted with perspiration, and placing your palm flat against the compartment to brace yourself, you thrust two fingers deep inside you. However, in doing so you release a much louder moan, your sound reverberating in the small space.

The delicious sound you made stirred his desires, which fuelled him to stroke harder, causing the wooden structure to vibrate. And now Tom's voice grew louder and more hoarse as he worked his cock into a frenzy. Both of your movements were so vigorous it was plainly obvious from the outside what you were doing.

Thank god the church was empty you thought.

All of a sudden, his forbidding voice once again repeated the same words, just as you were about to gain your release.

"It's forgive me father for I have sinned" he yelled, while pumping harder on himself.

His seriously charged voice sounded just like the man in your dream. You release your fingers from inside you, trying to remember his name. But the sinister sounds of Tom on the other side as he still self pleasured himself was too distracting.

Lo.. something.. You can't quite remember—you think hard, the images of your dream replaying in your mind. The shimmering palace, the colourful bridge, and then him, strutting towards you dressed in green and gold leather clad.

You see his mouth moving but no sound replays in your memory—Damn, what was his name!

"Loki!" you boom, your voice causing even yourself to jump out of your seat.

You hear Tom abruptly leave the confessional, and within a flash, your side of the door is thrust open.

You see Tom looking down at you before his blown wide eyes drop to your legs. Your skirt was so far up your thighs where you had been touching yourself, you now expose your pink panties. Your eyes roll down the full length of his body, the all black priest attire arousing you further.

You narrow in on his crotch, not surprised to see his zip unfastened. You smile, thankful you weren't imagining it all. You dart your eyes back to his, and for a moment you think you see carnal lust glisten in his eyes.

"You need to leave... NOW!" he snaps, urgency in his tone.

You're taken aback. While you've heard of his dour nature you've never had it directed at you.

You get up feeling rejected and leave the booth. But you proceed to walk slowly, not wanting to give up on your intense moment together. You seductively touch each pew with your hand as you pass—your last ditch effort to allure him.

Your hand intentionally brushes a book of hymns off the edge of a seat. It falls to the floor with a loud thud that echoes throughout the church.

"Ooops!" you say as you bend down, making sure your short skirt rides up, showing your plump cheeks in all their glory.

You feel his eyes still on you as you slowly make your way back up and place the book gently on the chair. You continue walking down the aisle, feeling sexually excited that he's had full view of your rear.

As you glide away, his gaze never leaves your back.

You extend your arm and reach for the door, deciding not to give him one last glance before you leave. But the eerie calm of the peaceful church is abruptly broken by his loud voice.

"Wait!"

Despite being so near the exit, you halt in your tracks.

The sound of his footsteps drawing closer causes a flutter in your belly, and feeling his warm body practically press up against your back accelerates your heart rate.

"Girls like you don't go through that door" he whispered, his hot breath fanning the nape of your neck, "let me show you the correct exit"

His hand moved to your waist, guiding you away from the main church doors. He kept a tight grip on you, which seemed to get stronger the closer you got to the large tapestry on the wall.

He's led you to a dead end, and you're wondering why. However, your eyes widen in shock as his other hand moves the tapestry to the side, exposing a secret black door.

Your sexual arousal is further heightened by the sense of mystery. The hidden door surged your desire with excitement, yet also roused your fear.

You attempt to turn your head and look at him, but he quickly grasps hold of your neck and forces you to stare straight ahead.

"Girls like you only look at me when I say so, do you understand?" Despite his serious tone, his disturbing rules stoked the flames already present in your body.

"Yes" you reply.

As soon as you spoke his other hand griped your throat and squeezed.

"Girls like you don't speak unless I say speak, do you understand?"

This time, you remain silent as his grip starts to feel uncomfortable. But you felt even more aroused as he applied stronger pressure. Your body was well and truly ignited; you could cum anytime if he demanded it.

"Speak" he orders harshly.

"Yes, I understand" you reply, fighting back the urge to touch him.

His hand loosens from your throat, and he moves his lips towards your ear.

"Good girl," he whispers, seductively, "you've proven this door is for you."

Your breasts are now rising and falling as your heaving chest quickens its beat. You notice Tom's eyes slowly descend, staring longingly at your cleavage with lust on his face. But he swiftly reverts to his hard persona and holds up an old iron key.

He firmly grips you while he inserts the key into the lock, and now your ability to move is restricted by his fingers digging into your skin.

When he twists the key, the door unlocks with a noticeable click, and he commands in a deep voice, "Push it open."

You stretch your arm and firmly push against the door; the heavy weight of it calls for a lot of strength. You both stand there at the doorway as it slowly opens, looking solely at the pitch-black space in front of you.

You have never witnessed such utter blackness. It appeared to be a doorway into the unknown, and now you felt frightened as a wave of unexpected dread poured over you.

For the first time, you felt fear, and now your mind hints for you to flee. But your body—your heart—is telling you to stay. Something is keeping you grounded within his arms, and it fights against the natural instincts of your mind to run.

Was it your extreme sexual arousal at his sudden dominance that made you stay? because you physically couldn't leave. Your body would simply not let you. You crave him, you desire him, and you accept whatever fate he has in store for you in that dark abyss.

Your bodies were constantly in contact as he pushed you to continue walking. You enter the darkness and are now entirely in a pitch-black space, illuminated only by the light coming from the open door.

You sense his hold slipping away, and in your state of nervousness, you don't realise that he has left you completely. When you hear the door close with a bang, your terror grows even more, your heart rapidly pounding in your chest as you are thrust into darkness.

You desperately circle around in the deep black, looking for him, while attempting to focus your vision. And when terror grips all of your senses, you begin to feel a bit silly, berating your body for not listening to your head.

"Are you scared, girl?" his dominating voice echoes from all corners of the room.

You remain silent, feeling fearful.

"SPEAK!" he yells, his voice powerful and commanding.

You quake but regain your composure. You don't want to make your fear obvious to him.

"No, I'm not scared."

"LIAR!" he shouts.

As he yells, you can hear items banging against the walls. His voice was so loud that it shook the room.

"I'm not lying, I swear" you plead with a shaky voice.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, oh my sinful girl, didn't I say not to speak until I say so, now you need to be punished"

Your mind swirls with thoughts, punished? What does he mean?

The lights flicker on just as you realise you might be in trouble. The room is now completely lit, and in the farthest corner of the room, you can see him standing tall.

He holds his gaze on you while grinning arrogantly.

As you turn your head away to take in the room, what you see makes you gasp. Dread fills your soul, and all you can think about is that you should have run when you had the chance.

Why didn't I fucking run!

When he answers your thoughts as if you had spoken them aloud, horror grips your entire body.

"Yes, you really should've run, darling girl."