The interrogation room's silence is deafening, but I find myself smiling beneath this blindfold. They think they're breaking me with their pious questions about my 'impure thoughts.' Little do they know the memory that keeps me warm in this cold cell - the time I took a repentant Guardsman in the confession booth after absolution. His rough hands on my ass as he lifted my robes, my pussy dripping with anticipation as I guided his cock inside me. The way my tight cunt stretched around him while I whispered prayers in his ear... The Emperor may forgive his sins, but I'll never forget how his cum felt dripping down my thighs.