You should have been more careful. Until now the Nun looked so untouchable to you, with her mysterious, severe and inaccessible beauty. It would have been better for you to keep it this way.

You came close to her. Confident enough you put your hand on her breast and kissed her passionately.

What's gone into you ?! A Nun ! The outcome could not be good...

Besides, her reaction was not to be expected. Straight away four big hooded guys belted with leather and nails have grabbed your limbs and tied them up to the four corners of a board.

Suddenly horrified by the prospect of suffering the torture reserved for regicide, you faint.

You do not know what happened after. You imagine your body cut up alive, your bones smashed up by heavy iron bars. Methodically, slowly, your torturers may have torn off your chest skin.

Then they would have quartered you, finishing your joints with a saw.

Some people claim that you should never regret, and always fulfil your desire to the limit. But they are not here in your place to testify to what may be the price to pay.

However you realise that something totally different occurred. Banging obstinately with your snout on a glass wall, you are stupidly looking for the way out of the small jar in which your new anatomy is now trapped.
A mosquito, that is what you are now. A common and tiny bloodthirsty insect...

Out there, in front of you, stands the Nun with baits full of blood. Her skin is so thin and salty !
She moves towards you and gently squeezes one of her breasts on the jar glass. Immediately, captivated by the closeness of all these tiny veins, you speed up your distressed jig against the glazing.
The idiocy of the situation does not even scratch your mind : you no longer have a brain ; only an over-excited little nerve unable to control itself.

And so, staring and craving for the Nun's charms without being able to touch a single drop, you end your underground odyssey.
Be consoled : a mosquito's life does not last long.