Role-play In Church by KissesAndArsenic

I’d love to play the role of a girl suddenly showing up to mass —  a repentant sinner that’s seen the error of her ways and is desperate to find the path of righteousness.

I’d do it all so convincingly. Keep my head bowed during sermons, wearing guilt like a second skin. I’d appear docile and eager for God’s forgiveness. Willing to do anything for it. And that starts with confessions, right? I need to atone for my sins and tell this adorably pious priest about the sordid activities of my past as a despicable whore.

I’d spare no details. Tell him about how I’d corrupted people from all walks of life into my pathetic, simpering little pets. I’ve made people worship others regardless of sexual preference. Become the other woman in committed relationships for both parties. Humiliated them. Corrupted them. Ruined them.

I used my wanton nature to lure innocent people into fantasies of sodomy, torture, rape, and God knows what else, all for my pleasure. If the priest gives into his baser desires during my so very repentant confession, then that can’t be on me. I’m just trying to be honest. To become clean and pure in the eyes of the Church.

At least that’s what he’ll believe. Right up until he realises that he isn’t a shepherd, welcoming a lost lamb back in to the flock. He’s just another conquest, a notch on my belt made to serve and worship in whatever ways make him feel euphoric and so blessedly owned. And by that point, he’ll be too far gone to care.