I stood before my people on the podium, speaking the many words I had written down the previous night. The light shines upon them with Sleeper’s image looming over, standing, and watching our lord look on in wonderment, or so the glass panels depict. The lecture was far from perfect... Once I said my words of prayer, I opened the confession booth to anyone in desperate need. Alone for hours, the comfort of my chair is getting the better of me, and now I wish to rest for a long while. The muttering outside these walls gave me a great ambiance in which to drift easily from reality... A loud creak that awakened me to the stranger’s presence. I turn my eyes over to the shadow behind the translucent curtain. I cannot see their faces, let alone ask for their names. My position forbids me from doing so. After all, people speak of their ills once they are free from the wondering eyes.
“Phader—oh Phader, will you hear my confession?” She spoke passionately.
I replied: “Speak of your ill words so your mind can finally rest.”
“There is a phantom inside of me... Callous as the dull knife. Day by day, a temptation stirs my heart to the foulest. I can hear the voice in my head. My body moves and twitches of its own accord. Even now, it lingers on.”
Like a riddle, I must answer these confessions accordingly: “Temptations will always stir the soul when agitated by something present in our lives. What could cause these problems of yours?”
Her slender fingers poke through the steel grate as she tries to push away my curtain, “A certain man, the one who roams the many halls and listens to the many minds. A stranger I wish to see more... Phader, will you allow yourself to see me at my worst?”
I was lost for words at that instant.
She presses her chest against the iron bars, expecting me to unveil the curtain. I had to resist such a temptation by leaving this booth, but the door would not open.
“Phader...” She said, “I know you are not allowed to see the faces of those on the other side. Allow me to cover so you may honor the code.”
“I don’t want this!”
The curtain slides away by an unknown force, revealing the woman on the other side. True to her word, the face is covered with a black fabric with a decorative ring around her face. As for the rest of her body, she wore nothing else. Naked and wanting, she expects me to fulfill her whims and ease her suffering... I must confess that my arousal is shifting my thoughts; the desire is for not, for there is no way for me to enter the other side. I had to control these urges. This lunacy is a profound burden; how can I live in this state of being?
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She begins moving her body intensely, expressing her wanting, uttering the words ‘take me!’ repeatedly.
My body boils within with this anger, this—need to satisfy... She offers herself to me. Would it be wrong of me to not—take...
My hands brush past those iron bars, gripping the twins on her chest! She moans like a desperate whore wanting more of me! Not to worry... For I to need my fill of pleasure. My fingers unveiled a fragment of her round face, showing me the lips masked with black lipstick. Penetrating through the gap, I taste her from the inside—those soft moans vibrate our tongues while they spring in repetition. Oh, how I wanted to take her here and now, but this damn booth constrains me within this permanent state of torment! She suddenly pushes me away. What is this?
“Do not fret, Phader, my love. You shall have every piece of me in time.”
I became out of breath, hot as the fiery coals. I take a moment to sit down, eventually easing my pain... Those thoughts of mine, did I lose control of myself? Vulgar, my intentions were at that moment. I cannot comprehend the idea. This isn’t me... I must help those in need, not fulfill my devious fantasies... What—happened to me?
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That same night, I entered my bed chambers, wanting to break this pain away. I had a few strong drinks to calm my mind from any more temptations that came my way. What a jest that motion was when committed. The longing still consumes my body beyond what I can control... I’m accompanied by those sights that fade in. I hold myself, twisting and turning—wishing for this pain to go away. When opening my eyes, this damn reality of mine taunts me with feminine physic! Limbs protruded out among the walls, legs—arms, and lips appeared. When I close my eyes, the alluring musk takes hold of me—as the mind acts with purpose of desire...
The maiden is calling for me in desperation. I could not bear to see such soft skin wither without the touch of my hand... She is playful, spawning from the wall only to retract once I’m close enough to catch those—elegant shapes.
“Do you love me...?” she allures.
“Desires of love are a game, my dear,” I laughed, “Would you not prefer the desires of the flesh at this moment? You must be longing to partake in such delights!”
She did not respond to my words of bastard wisdom. She only lets on with her poses that disappear and reappear instantly.
I yelled: “How long will you make me wait!? Were you not eager to have me before!?”
Again, this harlot did not respond. My patience grows thin as my desires devour my own body. Such hunger is ravenous! Why must she torment me so? Does she not want me? This—head of mine is twisting the very innards I hold behind this drapery of flesh! I... I...
I attempt to refrain my tongue from begging for short-term delights. After all, it will never satisfy the cravings—only growing their desires further obscure... This isolation is too much for one to handle.
Closing my eyes, I try to rest under these stressful conditions. The liquor did not hamper the eager part of me—only at least, spinning the world at nausea until I fell into that deep drunken slumber.