The elderly nun was hanging from the ceiling, her eyes closed and her face expressionless. Her body was thin and frail, with saggy empty tits that hung from her chest. She wore a blindfold over her eyes, but she could

The elderly nun was hanging from the ceiling, her eyes closed and her face expressionless. Her body was thin and frail, with saggy empty tits that hung from her chest. She had a tattoo of a cross on her chest, and her skin was wrinkled and sagging. She wore a blindfold over her eyes, but she could still hear the sound of chains rattling as she was suspended in mid-air.The room was dimly lit, with only a few flickering candles casting an eerie glow around the room. The walls were covered in peeling wallpaper that had once been white but now looked faded and dirty. The floorboards creaked underfoot as she moved around the room, occasionally stopping to adjust something or adjust herself for better comfort.She stood there for what felt like hours, until finally she heard footsteps approaching from outside the door. A man entered the room, dressed in black robes with a hood covering his face. He walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder before whispering something into her ear that made her smile wickedly beneath the tape covering it up.With one last look at the old woman hanging helplessly from the ceiling, he turned and left without another word spoken between them.