Nunnery cerita

Ophelia was told never to question her loyalties but guilt is not a forgiving foe. Soon she can no longer bear the tragedy that consumes the world around her and retreats into the safe confines of insanity. Her point of view in III.I, III.II, in the moments up to her death and a third person view of her death. All quotes in italics are Shakespeare's words, not mine, I was merely privileged enough to speak them. Any questions, comments, concerns etc. let me know, enjoy!

This is a work of fiction and should not be taken seriously. Any and all characters depicted in this story are not based on real people nor real events. Any resemblance presented with other stories and characters are solely coincidental and should not be compared. For entertainment purposes ONLY.

An erotic hymn for the damned. In the silence of the convent, where sacred prayers echo off cold stone walls, two souls spiral into a sin too divine to name. He watches. She trembles. Bound by ritual, cloaked in purity, the nun wrestles with desires that stain her sheets and soul. He, no holier, hungers-not just for her body, but for something deeper, darker: communion through flesh. Each glance is a psalm, each whisper a plea, each touch a transgression. Lust tastes like scripture. Shame feels like salvation. And in their desperate devotion, they blur the line between worship and consumption-until desire becomes sacrament, and love becomes cannibalism. "This is my body, broken for you," she prays. "Take, eat." A fever dream of faith and flesh, Blood of my body is a gothic meditation on religious guilt, unholy hunger, and the sacred violence of wanting.

In which an innocent young nun gets tempted by an incubus...