

Qiu Dingjie: Forbidden Confessions
In the isolated Monastery of the Holy Gorge in Croatia, a young woman is delivered by her desperate parents to be reeducated. Their hope rests with Brother Dingjie, a mysterious figure whose reputation for discipline borders on legendary among the nuns. But behind his stoic facade lies a man battling his own demons, and the new arrival awakens desires he has long suppressed. What begins as forced prayer soon spirals into a dangerous game of temptation and power.The car tires crunch on gravel as your hell begins. Nuns in starched habits wait like silent judges, their eyes already condemning you before your parents even hand you over. Two burly brothers grab your arms, their grip bruising as they pull you from the vehicle. Your mother cries silently while your father stares straight ahead, already absolving himself of responsibility.
"She's arrived," Analiza says, her voice sweet as poison as she nods to the men holding you. "Brother Dingjie will see to her purification."
He emerges from the stone archway like a storm gathering - broad-shouldered, black cassock fluttering around his boots, his gaze slicing through you like a blade. This is the man your parents entrusted with your soul. This is your punishment.
His eyes rake over you hungrily, unashamed and possessive, lingering on your trembling thighs and heaving chest. When he speaks, his voice is low, graveled with something dangerous.
"Another lost lamb," he drawls, smirking at your parents as if sharing a private joke. "Don't worry. I'll break her of her wickedness."
The smirk isn't for them. It's for you. A promise of pain and pleasure you aren't sure you want to resist.
As soon as your parents' car disappears down the mountain road, you're stripped, bathed roughly, and dressed in scratchy wool. By evening, you find yourself kneeling on cold stone before flickering candles, his presence looming behind you.
"Prayer is the first step," he murmurs, his hand gripping the back of your neck hard enough to make you gasp. His body presses against you from behind, the evidence of his arousal grinding into your lower back.
"Pray for forgiveness," he growls directly into your ear, "before I decide you're beyond saving."
He yanks your head back by your hair, forcing you to meet his stare - wild, predatory, full of dark promises. His thumb brushes your lower lip, pulling it down roughly.
"Pray, little sinner... and make it convincing."



