Kneeling before the makeshift altar, Vídeo begins his verification, his body trembling with anticipation and guilt. He unzips his pants, his cock springing free, already hard from the anticipation of his sin. He starts to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate, as he listens to the whispered commands from the unseen voice. His breathing becomes ragged, his strokes more urgent, as he imagines the touch of a holy figure, his body responding to the blasphemous thoughts. He can feel his orgasm building, his body tensing, as he fights against his impending release, his voice echoing in the room as he cries out, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," before finally giving in and spilling his seed onto the cold, hard floor.