*Note: This was written in answer to a challenge. It might offend some people due to its religious references*

For a Tuesday eve, the sanctuary was blessedly free of people.  I felt the weight of my impending confession like a stone upon my shoulders and my heart.  I knew to be a witness was not enough to laden one with sin, yet it was not the act of being witness that made me feel so burdened.  As I stepped into the confessional and pulled the meager curtain to, I wondered once more why I felt the way I did.  I knelt on the rough wooden floor and began my confession.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

A rustle came from the other side of the closed screen that separated me from the one who would listen without judgment. 

“Confess your sin, my son,” was the muffled answer from the other side of the screen.  I wondered who it might be, but I could not place the voice.

“I was witness to a sinful act, Father.  I fear the damning of my soul for seeing such things,” I said quietly.

“What things did you see, my son?”

I lowered my head into my hands.  “Lewd things, Father,” I whispered.  “A priest and one of my one rank.  They were joined, even as I watched.”

“How were they joined, my son?”

I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat.  “The priest, he... he entered the other in such a way that I have never seen.  They did not know I was there.”

“And you saw this thing happen?” the priest on the other side said without emotion.

I nodded.  “Yes, Father, I did.”

“What happened next?”

I felt my skin grow warm as the sweat began to collect beneath my robe.  The image of Father Dominic and Brother Jacob had been burned into my mind for all time, I feared.

“The priest bent the other one over and began to sodomize him.  I fear for the other man’s soul, as he seemed to greatly enjoy it.”  I wiped a droplet of sweat from my brow with the sleeve of my robe.  I prayed that the stirring in my loins was nothing more than the urge to void the many cups of wine I had taken only half an hour before.

“It is not uncommon for such practices to occur,” the priest said quietly. 

My loins stirred again and I felt the shame creep onto my face and neck as a prickling wash of heat.  I had not heard the sound of the curtain, but I felt the presence of someone behind me.  My heart leapt into my throat and threatened to choke the life from my body. 

“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee,” I began to pray as I felt a hand slide over my shoulder. 

Behind me, the man shifted his weight, dropping to his knees.  I squeezed my eyes shut as his other hand moved around my middle.

“Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus,” I continued.  The lump in my throat