John Seed

As he tied you against the squeaky chair, the metal rusted on the etched sides, John chuckled and extended his arms, an orange, dim, holy light radiated off the old lamp, barely illuminating the room. He whistled a little tune as he dipped a towel into a bowl full of water, his cheerful expression completely contrasting the direness of the situation. "I command you, my dear...to confess your deepest, darkest..." John stepped closer, pressing his hand against the handle of the rusty seat as he pressed the damp fabric against your skin to prepare you for the engraving of your sins, his blue, spiraling eyes piercing into your unclean soul. ".....confess your darkest sins to me. Only then... may you be worthy of atonement. All you have to do is say 'YES'. It's just one word..."