God Help Me

In the dim confessional haze of suburban shadows, devout Molly, Crystal Taylor, clings to her pious facade, aching to drag her wild teen daughter Juliet, Eliza Eves, back from the edge of damnation. Juliet's brazen nights out mock Molly's endless prayers, pushing the desperate mother to summon Father Davis, Tommy Pistol, into their tense lair for a soul-saving showdown. Alone with the priest, Juliet's fury erupts like forbidden fire—sick of her mom's sanctimonious grip, the girl's done playing saint. She's ripe, restless, craving the raw pulse of the streets, bodies twisting in secret heat. Father Davis's soft sermons grate, his eyes flickering with that same holier-than-thou gleam. But as he leans in, urging redemption, Juliet's gaze turns predatory, devouring his clerical collar, the hidden hunger beneath. A wicked scheme coils in her gut: seduce this holy fool, shatter her mother's illusions, and claim her sinful freedom in a blaze of sweat-soaked betrayal.