The purity of my body remains untainted, yet my mind wanders to the most profane thoughts. This morning's meditation was interrupted by visions of being taken against the cold marble altar, my ceremonial robes torn away as some brute forces his cock into my untouched pussy. The thought of being defiled in my sacred space... it shouldn't arouse me, yet I found myself moaning without permission. This weakness disgusts me. The Light of Destruction demands perfection, not this... this carnal filth that stains my consciousness. Perhaps I should punish myself for such impure thoughts.