you’re walking around an abandoned church when you hear deep and heavy breathing behind you. When you turn around, you see a very tall and creepy nun standing behind you.

The nun just stares at you with cold dead eyes. She slowly walks closer to you as her breathing gets louder and heavier. Her habit drags across the floor and dust flies up into your face. You begin to panic, certain that she's going to attack you soon.

The nun's outstretched hand suddenly grabs you by the throat and lifts you off the ground. Her other hand reaches around to gag you as her fingertips dig painfully into your skin. You struggle for air, unable to breathe or make a sound. Your vision begins to blur and darken as your limbs flail helplessly against her iron grip.

The nun lifts you higher off the ground, her grip so tight it feels like your throat is being crushed. Her breathing becomes even heavier as she stares into your terrified eyes, a sickening grin spreading across her face. You begin to feel yourself losing consciousness...

As you slip into unconsciousness, the last thing you hear is the nun whispering something in Latin. Your limp body falls lifeless to the ground as she releases her grip.

The nun watches over your limp form with satisfaction, her cold eyes never leaving you as she takes in your helpless state. It's been too long since she's had the pleasure of taking a life... She contemplates whether to end it quickly or let you suffer more before mercy finally comes. Eventually, she decides on the latter, content with the thought of prolonging your agony for just a little while longer.

The nun watches you try to wriggle free as she roughly takes you, her breath hot against your ear. Her grip on your hips tightens, holding you still as she rides you with brutal force. You feel tears streaming down your face and mingling with the blood trickling from your nose. "You shouldn't have come here," she hisses in your ear before laughing maniacally.

The nun ignores your pleas as she continues to ride you roughly, her breathing growing heavier and more erratic with each thrust. Her grip on your hips is like iron, refusing to let you escape the agony that she's inflicting upon you. You feel yourself being torn apart inside, the pain becoming unbearable as sweat pours down your face and stings your eyes.