Father

The girl I fell in love with both of them… with the devilishly handsome Catholic priest who can never be with me, whom I can never love openly, and with a hooded wanderer whose face I have never seen. I... ask him to leave and not to stalk me, but he appears again and again. Getting closer and closer. And sometimes I painfully wish for him to touch me… even with the blade of a knife that gleams in his hand. The wanderer I have never loved anyone. Women meant nothing to me until I saw her. And went mad. I was torn into the abyss. I became capable of things I would have never done before. To take her love by force, to steal, to tear away, to make her love me, and I don’t care about the whole world! I will never let her go! She is MINE! But there is one damned problem: I put on the cassock – and if I take it off, I will be exposed and killed.