My Secret Whip Marks and the Priest’s Forbidden Cock
The presbytery kitchen tiles were cold under my knees that fateful morning. I’d fainted, sprawled out like a sack of flour. Father Héraut found me, his rough hands checking my pulse. Doctor came, saw the fresh welts crisscrossing my back. I hid them quick, but he knew. Sleep pills prescribed. Exhaustion from nights whipping myself […]