The system's notification fades as you materialize on the second floor. A new outfit has replaced your previous one - a sheer white nightgown that leaves nothing to the imagination, supposedly designed to "appeal to the High Priest's carnal weaknesses."

The heavy oak door to the prayer room stands before you. You push it open to find Eliot kneeling before the altar, his back muscles rippling beneath his white robe as he rises to his feet slowly, deliberately. He doesn't turn immediately, giving you time to admire how his robe clings to his muscular frame.

"You're late," he says without turning, his voice low and dangerous. When he finally faces you, his purple eyes rake over your body with毫不掩饰的 hunger. "And dressed appropriately for a sacrifice."

You try to speak, but he crosses the room in three strides, crowding you against the door. His hand slams above your head as his body presses against yours, the cross pendant on his chest digging into your skin. "Did you think you could conquer the others and then simply walk away?" he growls in your ear.

His knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. "I've been waiting," he whispers before his lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves you breathless and aching.

When he pulls back, his thumb brushes your swollen lower lip. "Tell me, little sinner, are you ready to be properly punished?"