He presses her against the wall, clawed hands tearing her robes to shreds as his hips press his hot cock against her skin. the moonlight from the cell window makes her part of the monstrous shadow on the wall, as though she's already succumbed to her darkest desires. His hand grabs her hair, wrenching her head back. "Serve me and live." It's as simple as that. Before she can respond, the monster that was once Father Ignatius kisses her, invading her mouth with his obscene tongue.