The obnoxious echo of high heels rang throughout the church. It was empty, besides a single woman, Evelyn Moore. Her hips swayed side to side as she walked towards the alter. It held a large cross; life-sized. A smile flickered across her flawless skin, but soon disappeared.
Her dull grey eyes had a mischievous glint as she lifted the wooden cross onto her back. It was heavy, especially for a thin woman like Evelyn. Splinters prodded her pale skin as they ripped through her white dress slowly. She carried the cross onto the large stage; the area a priest typically stands.
"Father, I have sinned," Evelyn murmured as she began to remove all of her clothing. She slipped her golden heels off and threw them to the side. She unzipped her dress, then untied her precious bun. Her blonde hair fell down lifelessly, like a dead body falling.
As she stood in front of the cross, fully nude, she reached over for a silver hammer and four long nails. Evelyn turned around, facing the enormous amount of empty pews, and backed up. She paused in front of the cross, her backside pressed upon it.
"Son, I have sinned," She spoke normally, as if talking to a friend. She raised the hammer and a single nail in front of her right foot. She paused a moment; contemplating on what was about to happen. Praying. Evelyn snapped out of it, and continued her tedious work.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Blood spilled everywhere as she continuously hit the nail into her foot. Pain and agony washed over Evelyn as tears streamed down her ghost-white face. Her hands, now shaking, repeated with her left foot. Much faster than the last time.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
"Holy Spirit, I have sinned!" She screamed. Blood pooled underneath her red feet. The cross soon was stained with a dark red color. Evelyn lifted a third nail above her left hand, steadying herself. She repeated the process a third and final time.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
"I cannot do more, God. I shall wait for you to finish my job," Evelyn finished. Blood was now covering her body. Her right hand hung lifelessly beside her naked body as she slipped in and out of consciousness. She waited for God.
A man found her body the next morning. He gaped in terror as his wide eyes scanned over the dead woman. He couldn't believe his eyes. A woman with four nails protruding out of her skin, much like Jesus.
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A/N: Muffin here! I'm terribly sorry if you do not believe in anything in this chapter. Please remember this is in my opinion; so we might have different religious beliefs and opinions. But also remember this is fiction. Anyways, thanks so much for reading!
