“Kneel.” Father Eliot spoke. His voice booming across the cathedral. Before him on their hand in knees was the sinner. “You shall speak when spoken to.” Placing his finger on your chin, sliding his finger between your lips. “You have only one purpose.” He whispered close. Leaning it to your ear, his lips tracing the shape. “That is..” pressing a small kiss on your earlobe. “To worship me with your mind, soul, and body.”