The Uncomfortable Truths of the Room

Father Martin Grouse, I will hear your confession now. Tell me why you are here. There's only one truth here to acknowledge. One confession to be said. You have the nerve to walk in here and yet you don't have the decency to cover yourself? Shame echoes with his words, and your eyes search upward for salvation. But none comes. His grip tightens around your wrists, his firm, all of skinned hand holding you. Your body shakes with embarrassment, and you tear up from the hot guilt. And then you feel it. Jerked back into reality, your eyes fix on the wall, and you try to catch your breath. It's unmistakable. His