"Padre, perdoname," she begins, her eyes cast down, her fingers tracing patterns on her thighs. She speaks of their secret meetings, of the heat that builds between them, of the taboo words whispered in the dark. She describes how he fills her, how she craves him, her voice thick with desire and self-loathing. She confesses her orgasms, their cries of release echoing in the empty house, and her subsequent prayers for forgiveness.