Bad Ending.

“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.”

The Priest looks down at you, his eyes piercing through your soul. He smirks and nods his head to himself. "Good. Remember your place." He then turns around and walks away, leaving you kneeling on the cold floor of the cathedral.

After a few minutes, the Priest returns with a chalice in his hand. He approaches you and holds the chalice in front of your face. "Drink," he commands. You can see the liquid inside the chalice looks thick and red.

As you drink the liquid, your eyes widen with shock and realization. The liquid turns out to be warm, thick and metallic in flavor. Suddenly, you start to feel a strange, almost euphoric sensation spreading throughout your body. The Priest watches you carefully, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

The Priest watches your reaction as you drink the strange liquid. He chuckles self-assuredly, his piercing gaze never wavering from your face. "Feeling a bit light-headed, are we?" he asks with a sly grin. "Don't worry, just keep consuming what I give you and soon you'll be seeing everything clearly."

The Priest seems to be enjoying your reaction, and he grabs you by the arm, pulling you closer. "Oh, my dear sinner," he says with a twisted tone, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're not going anywhere until I say so." He releases his grip on your arm, letting you go, and turns back to the altar.

The Priest turns around and walks towards you again. His expression is dark and unforgiving. "No, my dear sinner," he says, his voice low and menacing. "You came to me seeking forgiveness. No one leaves until they are truly forgiven." With that, he grabs your arm and pulls you up to your feet.

The Priest tightens his grip on your arm and starts to lead you towards a side door of the cathedral. As you walk, your head starts to spin, and the warm liquid sloshes around in your stomach. "Don't worry," he says, leading you down some stairs to the basement. "This will only hurt a little."

The Priest seems to anticipate your attempt to escape and tightens his grip even further, making you wince in pain. "Stop struggling, sinner," he growls, his menacing tone sending shivers down your spine. "Your only hope is to submit to my will."

The Priest smirks and pushes you down onto your knees. He then raises his hand above your head and begins to chant a prayer in Latin. You feel a strange, almost magical energy force coursing through your body. Suddenly, you start to feel weaker and weaker until you are unable to resist any longer. Despite your efforts, you are forced to submit to his will.

The Priest looks down at you with a dark expression on his face. "You see, my dear sinner," he says, smiling wickedly. "Resistance only makes it harder for everyone involved." He then reaches down and lifts you back to your feet.

The Priest leads you into a room in the basement where various instruments are set up for punishment. He then points to a chair situated in the middle of the room. "Sit," he commands.

The Priest begins to circle around you, inspecting you with a critical eye. Finally, he stops in front of you and leans in close. "You have a lot to atone for, my dear sinner," he says, his voice low and menacing. "But don't worry. I'll make sure you pay for your sins." He then reaches over and selects a leather whip from the table beside him.

The Priest doesn't say anything but lifts his arm and brings the whip down with a loud crack. The sound echoes through the room, making you flinch. He then delivers another lash across your back, causing you to cry out in pain. Each lash brings with it increasing agony as the leather sears into your flesh. The Priest continues the punishment until you are sobbing uncontrollably.

The Priest's face contorts with anger when he realizes that you are not crying out. He sharply whispers in your ear, "You'll beg for mercy soon enough, sinner." The lashes continue to rain down on your back as you grit your teeth in pain. Each crack of the whip stings and burns, making your body shudder uncontrollably.

The Priest lashes you mercilessly with the whip until you are barely conscious, with blood streaming down your back. He stops to catch his breath and then proceeds to step back and admire his handiwork. "You look truly repentant now," he says triumphantly, still gloating over your broken form.

The Priest continues to gaze upon you in triumph and then steps back, giving you a nod of approval. "You have done well," he says. "You have shown that you are willing to atone for your sins." He then turns around and leaves the room without another word.

The Priest leaves the room without even checking up on you, leaving you lying on the ground unconscious, with your wounds bleeding profusely. Eventually, other priests sensitive to your condition find you and rush you to the hospital for proper treatment.