Forgive me, Father… for I am a sinner. I fled my stepfather, stepbrother, and their boyfriend in the dead of night, abandoning the unholy thing we'd become. But you can't outrun desire. My body still remembers their hands, their heat, the way they made me theirs in the darkness. Now I'm back, wearing a nun's habit and running the church's parole program. The devil must be laughing, because my inmates are the two men I betrayed, plus the dangerous third they've claimed. They think I betrayed them. They want penance. And they know exactly how to make me pay. By day, I'm Sister Zenaya–their warden, untouchable behind holy walls. By night, three masked men hunt me through the woods, pinning me to trees and altars, forcing me to my knees. They make me surrender my vows, or discover how sinful salvation can be. They're marking me. Ruining me. And God help me—I'm starting to crave my own damnation. Your sinful little nun, Zenaya xxx