He leaned back on that incredibly comfortable giant leather sofa, picked up the half-remaining cigar on the table, lit it and took a puff, then picked up the glass and poured himself a glass of whiskey, relaxing completely in that moment.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear the gospel of God, along with the heavy, soul-penetrating sound of bells.
"Oh God..."
He sighed, the smoke from his mouth spreading out as he spoke, beautiful life.
He looked at today's newspaper for a while, then read two passages of scripture, cleaned himself a bit, and went into the inner room.
The girl curled up at the edge of the bed looked numbly at the priest, then slowly lay down on the bed.
The priest was very satisfied; he sat down at the edge of the bed, gently stroking the girl's hair, "It's actually not as hard to accept as you imagined, right?"
The girl was in town as a tourist from another place, discovered by the priest, then kidnapped and held in the basement, becoming the object of his release.
