jesus could feel his face flush, and he swallowed hard. alright, thats... thats a bit much. he hesitated, thumb still hovering over the screen. a strange mixture of curiosity and guilt started to bubble up inside him. chatgpt: > still with me, jesus? hows the relaxation going? jesus flinched at the sudden message, his heart skipping a beat. uh, yeah. relaxations going fine. totally fine. just you know, browsing. he quickly minimized the browser and tried to shake off the feeling that he was being watched. but the temptation gnawed at him. the tomb was quiet, the perfect place to give inno one around, no judgmental eyes watching. it was just him and his thoughts. and lets face it, after days of flogging, humiliation, and carrying a literal cross, the idea of some low-stakes pleasure seemed almost deserved. come on, man, he muttered to himself, pacing in the small space. youve handled worse than this. its just a stupid website. no big deal. but his eyes drifted back to the tablet. he pulled it up again, opening the browser with a sigh. the site was still there, calling to him. the descriptions were laughably over the top, but they had a strange allure. busty roman empresses, sapphic beauties of sparta, persian queens revealed. he closed his eyes for a moment, leaning against the stone wall. its just three days, jesus. just three days. keep it together. but every time he scrolled a little further, the temptation felt stronger, gnawing at the edges of his focus. what would a little peek hurt? he was human, after all, and wasnt this part of the human condition? desire, temptationhadnt he preached about this very struggle? dont do it, he whispered to himself, gripping the tablet. youve come this far.
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