All was quiet as the Nun re-entered her chamber. Not a sound, just eerie silence.

On the floor lay a hooded figure, dressed in a leather peasants’ jacket and nothing else. His hands and feet were bound to a simple wooden cross.

The Nun stood astride his head facing his feet and looked down at the figure beneath her. Had he been able to see he would have been looking directly up her skirt. As it was, he had no idea who, or what was standing over him, he just felt a presence.

Binding him had been simple and those responsible for it were long gone, leaving him at the... Show more